in the morning, sunlight is highly appreciated in winter
There was sunlight pouring down
in the park and on the ground
where it could also be seen
the grass had a brighter sheen.
All the shadows that were cast
would for a while yet still last
and the beauty of that sight
was distinguished in the light.
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Afternoon sunlight angled deep and low
Across the flooded fields of sunflowers aglow
Massive strips of sparkling yellow fairy light
Travelling over green and ochre tilled lands bright
With drops of rain, like tears from late day showers
On giant comic faces and trembling leafy hands
Each bizarre and staring flower posing in sunshine stands
And seems to laugh, echoes of forgotten renaissance heroes
Lost in breezes in farm fields of known and knowing flowers
The night slowly unveiled its meek presence,
One final call from nature its essence;
When lullabies awaken some from sleep,
While others conjure softer naps to reap.
The moon and stars had just chased out the sun,
Their twinkles the clouds could no longer shun.
The sky now dons an airglow-twined garment—
Its twilight robe left sombrely dormant.
The chirps and croaks were hymns for that silence,
Both friend and foe in ruly defiance,
They thrilled the dark as they all soared and flew,
Unbothered, though their seasoned songs weren't new.
Sharp jaws filled stomachs yearning to be dared,
Yet weaker grasps let certain grubs be spared,
All in the race to beat the sunlight scare,
Before the night leaves nothing left to share.
Flashing the fragrance of her mind to every soul she dared to trust
Beneath the veil a lone, wet flower longing to open for a sunlight.
But the naughty rain drenched her, until her petals fell and faded-
and when the God of Sky raised his face,
she was no more.. too soiled for a gentle kiss.
This morning the sky looked undecided--
a wide stretch of gray
with a few slow openings
where light tried to slip through.
Nothing dramatic.
Mixed weather that slows your steps without your noticing,
without knowing why.
As I walked,
my mood echoed the weather;
not down, not bright,
just in-between,
with a few thoughts I let be
for now.
A narrow strip of sunlight fell across the pavement,
warming one arm
while leaving the other in shadow.
It made me smile…
the way the world makes its partial choices
and keeps moving.
Perhaps this half-gray sky
is truthful in its way
a sky that shows
both the weight
and the light
at the same time.
11152025_Vientiane
sunlight reveals
chilled glistening dew....
official summer's end
Illusku
green leaves softly sigh
sunlight paints the garden bright~
peace fills up my soul.
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1418 NEW MONOKU
Contest Judged: 10/4/2025 8:35:00 AM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
( 6th Place )
Written: October 4, 2025
sunlight through pine needles—shadows sway in silence
Yes, you can see the sky
When you alive.
You sees the colours of sky that
may, reminds of the chapter of life.
Sometimes you are sad and cry!
And it rains from the sky. Please!!
Notice, sky not may beautiful by it’s won
So.. Why your life would be cool without deeds?
Ofcourse, it has no end. But you have!
Decorate your life as the sky does with clouds,sunlight, birds.. If sky tolerate the pollution, thunders.. Why can't you?
Anything you do, but at last..
You will be a little star of Nights sky.
Pets Poetry Contest // Sponsored by: Rob Carmack
Contest Judged: 9/7/2025 6:49:00 PM
( 9th Place )
Written: September 02, 2025
He waits at the edge of morning,
ears angled toward a distant sound.
A single breath, a quiet length
then he bounds, unstoppable
through the thin gold sliver of sunlight
that slips underneath the door.
His eyes bring the weight of wonder:
Each step a question, a story.
The flick of his tail is a language of love.
cherishing quiet contentment.
I kneel and he rests in...
A soft warmth burning against my hand
and for a fleeting, perfect heartbeat
the world is nothing but fur,
sunlight and the trust
that lives in the spaces between.
Every flick of his tail brings
a story only our hearts recall.
SUNLIT CROWN
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Dawn brings a sunlit crown, smiling upward at the black, star-studded heavens. The dawn is the invitation to the day, a the gift of the present.
the world awakens slow
from slumber's heavy veiling
morning's gentle touch
silent darkness fades
morning's warmth begins to seep
into the heart's core
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with f°e°a°r
stretching hands
pointing out
blaming skies
yearning for the sunlight
without any ability
to radiate with own might
when it's asked for the rain,
it shudders; for blue hue,
its yellow beams remain
unfathomable during typhoon
because here at the center of storm
there is no swarming heavy rain's tune
the piece of ice flake don't seem to fit
the moment it dropped on the puzzle
just give it some time to melt in it
each ounce of it can surmise your yelp
the fog will block your horizon
until you finally uttered help.
In the hush of dawn, I walk alone,
with sleepy steps and thoughts half-grown.
The trees, they stretch in silent grace,
as sunbeams paint the morning’s face.
The birds begin their tender song,
and somehow, I just hum along.
Each leaf it sways, each breeze, it stays,
like God walks with me here today.
My shoes find joy in fallen leaves,
a crunch beneath the cool-kissed breeze.
And all at once, I feel it there,
the light that filters through the air.
At sunset too, when school is done,
I chase the gold behind the sun.
A jeepney ride, a fading hue,
the trees all bathed in honeyed blue.
Through branches stretched across the sky,
the light peeks in, a soft goodbye.
It dances, dreamy, light and free—
a glimpse of Heaven: komorebi.
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Komorebi: A Japanese word that means sunlight filtering through the leaves of trees.
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