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.
All that I am I gave away
For just to come and see
The ever-dying summer day
With sunlight through your tree
You’ve gone, but on the record
Your voice remains with me
It takes about split second
To change the time, to be
Back in the endless days
To see again your smile
You’re talking through November haze
I answer from July..
S K Y
in my pocket holds
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ric elves who
forgot they need to plant
pumpkins and peas
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in my pocket lets
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coloured clouds
landing on
your lap of
aloe aloneness
sky in my pocket weaves
wings on acorn ankles
reminding I can swiftly fly to
macadamia mountains high
sky in my pocket sighs
sunlight, then rains crystal
tropical tears into our empty bucket
to quench a thirsty
Love
The quiet sunlight
doesn’t announce its arrival—
it simply leans
against the wall of morning,
filling the cracks
no one else noticed.
It does not chase shadows,
just softens them.
No battle,
no brightness loud enough to burn.
It touches the windowpane
like a memory
you didn’t know you were still holding.
Warm,
but not urgent.
Present,
but never demanding.
It drapes itself across
the cluttered desk,
the wilted houseplant,
the spine of a book
you once meant to finish.
And in that golden hush,
you remember—
how healing often arrives
without a sound.
How love
can simply be
the light that stays.
tabby cat stretches
unaware of its beauty
whiskers in sunlight
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I can see you by the window from the outside
Squinting, smiling through the sunlight
You could see me in the corner of your eye
But I'm miles away from the sight
What’s the news, how is your blood glucose
How did you sleep last night
You can’t hear my voice I suppose
You’d appreciate how hard I have tried
You don’t hear me, but I can see you
All your worries are over and done
On the leaves glints the fresh morning dew
Garden flowers bloom out in the sun.
Memories woven, like threads of golden light,
Embracing warmth that banishes the night.
Laughter's soft echo, a gentle, sweet refrain,
Inner sunshine that washes away the rain.
Treasured moments, like pearls upon a string,
A heart of kindness where gentle songbirds sing.
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the sunlight on earth
a clock watch for observer
accurate precise
Halfway through sky
Black clouds depart suddenly
Burst sunlight get through.
Sunlight dissolves the shadows, so peaceful
Echoing across the meadows and hills
Singing to the twilight edges who stills
Revealing gentle, silence so easeful
Winds expose the secrets of the morning
As autumn’s glow colors the world in calm
Gifting the whisper of stars through a psalm
Poetries rise from the heart’s adorning
Seekers of grace rush toward light’s soft flow
Listening in earnest to nature’s song
Descants of leaves whose waltz is never wrong
As winds sing and laugh in a voice so slow
Wild impressions who lulling love conveys
Glories of God who will always amaze
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