Short Sunspots Poems

Short Sunspots Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Sunspots by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Sunspots by length and keyword.

Large room
Large mirror
me
naked,
naked back
tattooed
kissing faces
and sunspots
sunspots all over
my naked back

© Carrie White  

I'm getting old,
I have a suspicion.
How do I know?
Corrugated skin
and sunspots

of road map
composition.
If multi colored
would paint
a rainbow.

© Nola Perez  

and not to eternity the predefined will happen accidently
but to a cry
unheard and clear and the sermon that will BE
to shelter the torn off grains in the summer
the sunspots priest in the reflections
of the water
in blue

© Bozhidar Pangelov  

A Place to
 Be
		I hope that Sally is where
		there are cats that curl
		in sunspots on a floor
		and readers who peruse
		novels slowly from cover
		to cover through long
		Sunday afternoons.
		Or it could be Monday
		when the washing is done
		and the red beans are steeping.
		I would make my way there
		to make the memory mine
		with a nice bottle of wine.

© Bill Keen  

Rising
      on convection currents
           let the heat waves take you higher
   
Sunspots on the eye of reason
      bright obsessive radiation,

casting shadows on  the desert
       rippling on the rolling ocean
             rise and fall across the mountains

leaning out against the sunset
      burning sails on the horizon,

Solar sailors, lost in love.

© Johnette Loefgren  

the sunspots ensconced
behind howdy-do curtains
a cockcrow in lace

white watering can french blue
white sprouts of ivy deep green
unhackneyed eggs bright brown
the pale yellow sun flickers snow

and no one wears silk nightgowns
as knees fall, and wrinkles like weeds
are read on the backside of palms
that hurry the yolks and sizzle
the bacon, pour coffee into old cups

one for the geezer who grumps
but puckers up for his buttercup

© Kim Rodrigues  

Lines of attraction gather around your face,
as your lips lift like an amusement ride.
Dips and dimples elude learned grace
and your forehead foldings coincide.

Deep rooted paths, like travelled lands
show erupted islands of warm sunspots
golden upon your useful hands,
tough but tender like dried apricots.

Your dove-like spirit is eager to listen
with childlike eyes, renewed and restored,
springing forth with mercy's glisten,
mirroring an image of your walk with the Lord.

© Juliet Ligon