Skylights Poems | Examples

Green Man of the Golden Stars

The rocky road made good sense to get here.
Life doesn't slow down, but speeds on like fire.
She remembers how life always appeared 
When the Green Man always for her enquired.

He was the one who showed felicity
Back in the woods of mythic wanderers.
It didn't matter his ethnicity
He became a mystical conquerer

Wandering through the elemental fields
Where spectral skylights sparkled at twilight,
Revealing truths so environmental,
Dreamy ancestral visions bathed in light,

Ways that can only be told in stories
By golden stars and observatories.

Sun Rise Hides and Dance-

twilight glances mid
 horizon dances sunrise
peek a boos skylights

1/24/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022

Autumn Homecoming

It is time to stray from the race.
Where life has a very slow pace.
The pines in the mountains are inviting.
Where the deer in the field look up when they were sighted,
The cool wind of autumn blows through the trees.
As the flowers are visited by buzzing bees.
The sun sets slowly displaying colorful skylights.
Where hues of blue and red bring forth twilight.
I am still watching this amazing and beautiful site.
I hear “My son, I have given you my life”
Stunned at the proclamation from my brother.
Yes Jesus, your garden planet is like no other.
As the sky above the mountains begin to clear.
The radiant light from the moon brings stars near.
Suddenly a shadow is cast as our brother of life.
The shadow starts to radiate light of pure white.
And he appears before me with outstretched arms.
Then I was embraced with love so warm,
My son, it’s time for you to come home,
Yes, you are with me and never alone.

Them Is Us Is Them

Late summers nature chorus 
fire pit rages our Spirited emotions 
  from sundown's silky stillness, 
to midnights moonlight yawn, 
  luscious l4yer cake peace 
that fates my heart. 
  Soft silky skylights 
form a post present fever forever
   light calming-- all seeking 
sentients pause not to labor, 
   in selfish dead past thoughts, but traverse
freeform fallacies by non equative future presents. 
    let bygones be gonebys in unconditional oneness,
If we are bliss, then bliss is us and bliss is unbliss us.

Through the Spaces of Leaf's

Through spaces of orange and yellow leaves 
In day-time skylights of azure blue 
Through the blackened leaves at midnights hour 
A full-moon winks through empty branches 

In day-time skylights of azure blue 
October's paintings of days and nights 
A full-moon winks through empty branches 
Black birds fly and the owl hoots 

October's paintings of days and nights 
Through blackened leaves at midnights hour 
Black birds fly and the owl hoots 
Through spaces of orange and yellow leaves 



Poet's October Pantoum Poetry Contest 
Sponsor: William Kekaula 
10/29/2019

All Souls Eve Comes With Horror

Goblins prance and dance beneath skylights;
Their contortions create shadows as they swirl.
Ghouls are disgusted by their cavorting and 
go along their way; 
searching for victims to terrify; 
a game they relish. 
 
Ghosts will have their say in the darkest night and 
haunt children’s dreams.  
Nightmares are where they meet to party.

On All Souls Eve, only the spirits of ancestors and 
angels will stop these dream invaders; 
monsters will run back into closets for safety; 
keep the light on tonight; 
souls are not the only celebrants.

In the clear light of morning,
candy swaps ensure comfort until next year.

9-21-18

Fiction - October 2018 Writing Challenge - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings

Rainstorm

Summer Rain 

Rainstorm

Midsummer’s voice bellows in the thunder.
It’s deep and husky as the heat is high.
Skylights flash in atmospheric wonder,
to clearly say a storm is passing by.
Forceful winds tear weak trees all asunder,
as the rain pours like silver from the sky.
Summer rain doesn’t like to fall alone.
It brings thunder to liven up the tone.

6/19/17

Rain

I see from my window
rain falling again.
I've woken to another
moist summer day.

I hear the pitter pattter
on my skylights above.
Softly at first then
louder like a drum.

I feel the rain on my skin.
I just let it flow.
As I step out to my garden
and rose bushes below.

I touch their wet petals.
The raindrops roll
into my open palm.
Into my soul.

Rain here is different.
Falls softly on your skin.
More like gentle kisses.
No need to go back in.

Gravitational Gravitation With Or Without Jalapenos

A weapon based affiliation is neither  a cat cavern or a divided field. Marshals could be described as marshmallows as they are often rounded mush balls. Often a cape is found staring at a calender in a midday glaze. But guidance from sandstorms glow in minds. Entering like breadsticks. Forcibly correcting wrongs in specifies locations globally. Wisdom is not held in a button or a shoe lace. And lacrosse is an extremely busy explosive experiment when attempted by nine foot rabbits. How wonderful it is to sit by a plumage which is radiating. Undirected individual skylights of assorted colours and hue. Adjusting with the many lights. Across all regions but where to put a sparrow is the question for a branch. Perched placed pecking. And one must always admire the flowing of elephant steps. How quite quickly they assemble and move. Latter day layers then. No hahahaha actually for the fractions of house us segmented. Jalapeño halogen bulbs. Xxxx terminology xxxx tripods. *** gravitational gravitation xxxx

My Log Cabin Home

A cabin by the lake would be a dream come true.
Large picture windows would bring nature into view.
I will sit outside on a porch that wraps around,
Surrounded by a serene mountain lake, playground.

Skylights will allow me to see God’s creations.
I’ll enjoy wondrous tranquil accommodations.
Imagine deer grazing peacefully in the yard.
My pristine lake is stunning beauty that’s unmarred.

My log cabin is built with resilient white oak.
Each day I’ll commune with all the animal folk.
I’ll thank Jehovah for the blessings he gives me.
Soon this dream of mine will be a reality.

A Beauty From the Garden of Eden

Whenever the rays of the sun begin to fade,
And the twilight hours and dawn appear,
Whenever the stars begin rushing to queue and ride,
Their skylights’ ships tearing the zephyr,
Your radiant beauty emerges to cover and shade,
All this universe, front, middle and rear,
How can I describe it? How is it made?
Only God almighty knows it well my dear,
Your spring smile overcomes winter and fastens the year,
But when you’re sad bursting into tears,
It calls winter again, flashing its lightening and thundering its blade,
This is only a small verse and a mere,
Description of your emerald dew, 
Flooding diamonds over your chicks are laid,
I could neither torment myself to go further or hear,
My eyes are full of lights, your light and shade!

Paved Jungle

We are living in such a paved jungle!
There are miles of concrete and sidewalks
There are skylights and many skyscrapers,
but we really have to pay attention! 
At any corner are waiting: snakes, lions and tigers.
Oh poor walker, can't really enjoy peace and hope ...
It is just the pursuit of happiness!
It's just a struggle for better!
There is just one solution to this crisis,
to eradicate the beasts of our society 
and then transform it in a paved garden.
Doing so, the peace and hope will settle in forever.

by Florin Andronic
3/25/2015

Two Lovers

Eyes like a clear lake,
reflections of a dreamland,
skylights for two hearts.
Walking amidst the cloud tops,
the light brightens up their day.

Edward J. Ebbs - March 15, 2015



Written for a Contest, TANKA 2

Old Man Phil

A house 
Is a house of course
But a home is a home
Wherever you go
Wherever you come from
Be it  roof overhead or
Park row bench
With my pigeon friends
Pondering
Where I go next
Be it plains
In  euro Spain
Be it lights 
Of Manhattan
 skylights
While Shadows hunched over
Singing the blues at night
My home 
Against white graffiti walls
Faceless
Women clamor around men
Negotiating favors
And flavors amore
Where is my home
Not here
Mabye there
Hell i dont care
I don't know
I see an angel
In disguise 
Woopie
Excuse me 
Mr. sir
My good man
They call me 
Phil 
Wonder if you can 
Spare a dollar bill
Some change 
Want to buy
A bottle of Wild Irish
For old time sake 
What do you say my
Friend 
Want to rest my head 
Weary feet
And dream some 
More while I drink
My rose and 
Forget where I 
am....

Playful At the Sea

Barefooted, I walk down the sands..
Following the streams of skylights..
Cold water splashes on my legs as leisurely, I walk..
My long hair dance with the wind..
As I began to feel free basking with delight..
I stretched my arms open wide..
Chin above, eyes close as I face the beam of the sun..
I hold steadily then try to turn make rounds...
Like a child, I run with the waves...
Picking pebbles, throwing them to nowhere..
Then again, I run and run..
Uncaring though my clothes clung on me..
I shiver suddenly as icy water touch my flesh..
I dip down seeing clear waters..
I felt serenity, owning a time of my own...
Done with the short dip..
I sat down on the shoreline...
Under the warm sunlight...
Staring beyond the lovely sea..

by: olive_eloi
4:22pm
07/11/2013
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