Sunshade Poems | Examples

Frozen side of the sun

The sun having a frozen side~
  a wish like a snowball in hell,
or netting the wind while oceans b o i l
  in  f i r e. 
The rage of its heat needs curtailing.

  I'm melting...
like chocolates and candles~
  roasting like chicken in an oven.
How then
  do I hide the cry of my fat?

With the frozen side of the sun,
  snowflakes fall but never thaw,
    painting my doorstep in white,
      chilling my bones dry,
        shaking my limbs stiff.

Birds hide their faces...
     and songs become faint echoes in snow-draped distance,
while rasping hoots of early-rising snowy owls
  mimic the whispers of restless winds—
    announcing the coming of an impending
dark sky
  that will not abate...
    the ceaseless dropping of white flakes.

I'm  b o i l i n g—
 a tempest brewing...
   not as a boiling frog syndrome
     but like a fish out of water
        in a slough of despond.

My skin scathes,
           heat burns leave sores on my soles.
  Long rays of shine pierced my sunshade;
   sweat formed oceans on my skin.
And I  w h i s p e r e d—
  in the absence of ears~
    "I need the frozen side of the sun."

Streets of Solitude

"Streets of Solitude, losing your way behind fogged glass of bliss, a journey to reality." Quote by poet

Away from mental incessant chatter,
A walk in solace away from the world,
Off time, a sense of elation scatter
A will to feel utter fatigue shatters.

A shaded path tucked away in slumber.
A struggle, dire against impossible,
In surrounding walls of dark and umber,
Cornered, hidden beast huddled in lumber.

Treading, determinedly, upward, the tree's
Sunshade is thinning, revealing a vast
Cadet blue sky space, glorious to see.
Leaving the world behind upon the breeze.

Senses

   Sunlight and shadows
   White clouds drifting by
   An old apple tree
   Birds of a feather
   Scavenging windfalls.

   Barefeet on grass
   Cool leather seat
   Glass table top
   Sunshade retreat.

   Urban noise
   Church clock chimes
   Lunch Bell rings.

   Hot spiced
   Garlick 

   Wings.
   

   12/ 5 / 2024.

Air

Title 3/ Air
Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.
(Ralph Waldo Emerson)

Live in the sunshine:

As the air strolls neath the elaborate branches 
Weaving between dreams of the world
Of crimson sunshade across the spring sky stanzas patches
Waltzed into world's tunes power unfurled

Swim the sea:

Of serene air that starts to sate swan swim 
Transcending forward wonder-less
In Refreshing spring strokes of blue sea hymns
Numberless and endless 

Drink the wild air:

Spellbound by the silence sweet scent ray’s streaks
Among the aroma of petrichor
Effulgent on limitless verdant mountain peaks
Viewing, embracing, and sharing her 

3/19/2024

Spring

Awaken to citrine sky as   
Birds are heaven bound 
Canvas rich true complementary colors spun.
Delight sensation of sweet scent does tease,
Enchanting pink sunshade trees intertwine
Fervor poetic strokes in cherry blossoms.
Glide through, as time sweeps away a
Humble early morning light.
Impressionistic intrinsic appearance, 
Jitter to tomorrow’s mystic splendor.

12/16/2023

And Heaven Is Here

A book of verses underneath the bough,
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread—and thou
Beside me singing in the wilderness—
Oh, wilderness were paradise enow.

(Omar Khayyam’s (1048-1131 CE) well-known quatrain (Rubai). Its translation was done by Fitzgerald as above. Now look at the following translation done by me of a Gujarati Muktak by Somsundar Soori (Vikram Samwat 1430-1499, older by about 54 years as compared to CE)).

Nature’s drape of cool sunny sand,
Sunshade of green trees, time in hand,
And buttermilk amply supplied,
Pray, what more would paradise lend?    
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Reflections |22.08.2023| quatrain, poetry
Poet’s note: Both the foregoing quatrains have similar poetic thought. Does it mean that poet Soori copied the thought from Khayyam, who happened earlier? No, similar thoughts do sometimes strike poets.

The Sun In the Square

one waiter
ten tables
a sunshade and chair

a small cup
strong coffee
the sun in the square.

the fountain
a church door
the white heat and glare

graffitti
neat flowers
the sun in the square.

a slight breeze
a pigeon
a clock chime somewhere

a small dish
one euro
the sun in the square.

The Weather Don'T Ask Me

THE WEATHER? DON’T ASK ME

There won’t be a cloud in the sky today,
But don’t get too complacent.
The weather’s coming from the north
And storm clouds are adjacent.

My job used to be simple,
The seasons were well defined.
But, due to global warming,
I’m feeling undermined.

Why, with November upon us,
Are the leaves still attached to the trees?
What’s happened to Crosby’s White Christmas,
Now the temperature’s twenty degrees?

I went to the beach, back in August,
Prepared to sun bathe for the day.
I hired a deckchair and a sunshade
But a hurricane blew them away.

We are using too many fossil fuels.
The ozone layer’s parting.
While every day, across the world,
Ten billion cows are farting.

So, if you want a forecast
Of what the weather will do,
It’s really no good asking me.
I’m afraid I haven’t a clue.

31st March 2022
You're a Weather Forecaster poetry contest
Sponsor - Matt Calari

Amid Cherry Blossoms

She strolls neath the sherry sunshade trees.
Serene, the start of sown spring, slumber sate scene.
Steadfast, striking, whimsical, white 
swans swim, mid melding of cherry blossoms.
She's spellbound by silent sense 
of Poetic strokes spun of sweet scent
soft sunshine streaks on her swollen lips.

12/27/2021

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Hypocrisy

The adulterous housewife
point fingers 
at the prostitute down the street

How sluggish is the tortoise 
said the snail
yet slow in her own little shell

The toad has no stool to offer
who preaches so?
The squatting jumping frog!

Devil on the pulpit 
preaching repentance
with an unrepented heart 

The log is in your eyes
let be my little sunshade glasses
you holy Pharisee

The Kalahari

The Kalahari 


Kneaded clay
Form creases 
The thirst of desert  
blinding dust and wind 
Collide of wave and tide 

Females carry the tribe 
Their large flappy ears 
Fan them cool 
Muddy pools 
Their sunshade and lemonade 

Their long trunk, their utensil  and instrument 

The herd graze on green bushes

Barge their way through thick trees and weeds 
Making way
For grand and small
Giant footprints and dung mark their tracks

It’s dung a beetle’s  nest and feast

The labor of a mother’s womb
Trumpets  sound to celebrate 

Prey to an open field 
Darkness cast upon its young 
For it is done 
Hearts pump and 
Trunks join to commemorate 

Rumblings from afar detect danger 
They form a protective block around the calves 
Their ears on alert 
Their trunk and feet test the waters 
They wait til it passes

They lock trunks to bond

At the patience of the lions 
A son grieves it’s mom
Guards over her corpse 
And leaves  with the  survived 

 Blazing fires rise 
The earth crack 
The land is barren 
The river is drenched 
An underground stream arise
They find relief 
All come to drink



Marckincia Jean 
Free verse 
07/28/19

A Walk In Solitude

A walk-in solitude, putting one foot
over the other, stepping over roots
to listen to the flutes of nature lutes
and silent subtle shift that are afoot.

Away from mental incessant chatter,
solace for the fractious mind. A matter
of time, a sense of elation scatter
and the will to feel the fatigue shatter.

A shaded path tucked away in slumber 
in surrounding walls of dark and umber
trees, woody vines, shrubs, and beast that lumber
a realm of nirvana in poised wonder.

Sitting on the ashen limbs and trendless
full of sculptured green, wood thrush nest, restless.
In air a reward glimmer of breathless
hope in a grove of balm doth shine zestless.

Treading determinedly upward, the tree
sunshade is thinning, revealing a sea
of cadet blue sky, glorious to see.
Leaving the world behind upon the breeze.


7/29/2018

Poetry Contest: For Your Poetry Journal
Sponsored by: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings 
5.  A walk in Solitude / Rhyme

Dreams Hued In Cherry Blossoms

She walks underneath the pink sunshade trees
dressed in flowing antique white bridal gown.
Un-dissuaded heart, to laugh, love, a peace 
drawn to fragments of leaves rustling around.

The start of spring; radiant glow of pink.
A fountain of cherry blossom petals trace
down to the ground dressing the green. A wink
of amorous scene of warmth of her grace.

Enthralled by sensation of sweet scent tease,
gold sunshine rays' columns stand and solemn.
Poetic strokes of emotions to please,
a life draped in dreams hued in cherry blossoms.


A blank canvas rich in true color spun
in glaze memories not to be undone.

Sizzling Summer

Sizzling Summer

summer sun sizzles
sans sunshade shelter
sunburn scalds
she sprints scorched sand to shore
swizzles in soothing sea

Sandra M. Haight

~3rd Place~
Contest: Short Forms For Summer Part 3
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Modern Tanka
Judged: 05/27/2016

Perfect Weather

PERFECT WEATHER


The weather is always ideal
It arrives just on time
Just when the need is real
And the earth is prime

If we get caught in a rainstorm
We should’ve taken a coat
Or if rivers flood beyond the norm
We should’ve taken a boat 

A heatwave  dries up the lakes so nice 
So don’t try and go swimming,
It can also melt glacier ice 
Then the oceans are brimming
 
It’s not the fault of the weather
It’s us who simply can’t adjust 
So wear your rubber or leather 
And take a sunshade if you must

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