waking on dew
young magnolias rise
from strokes of tinseled light
each bloom becomes a forest --
in watercolor gold
Vodka smiles up
from a glass.
Paint me in a garden chair
with nothing in it,
but the swing of white trousers.
Where are my friends,
my wife,
children, grandchildren?
A fat creamy dog licks my toes.
All who ever claimed to know of me
are right here
on the rim of this glass
as the ice slowly melts –
some cling to a slice of lime
that can no longer support them.
The day lengthens,
a shadow returns,
peddling pantomimes
I watch behind heavily curtained lids,
recollect nothing, remember everything,
until a calling moon chimes out.
The dawn will arrive with a dew
as fresh as tears.
Neither despise any man
nor detest anything, even in the sand
For every man has his moment in the sun
everything a purpose in the long run …
Once I thought – but not a cockroach
execrable bug beyond reproach
Yet I've learned from neuroscience podcasters
You can Ai-wire ‘em to rescue victims of disasters
Where is the sun hiding
I’m in dire need of a recharge
~ soak in its vital energy
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
September sunrays dart dancing playfully
we treasure every last glint of warmth
indian summer truly a gift
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Springing here,
Blooms dance, sunshine wafts,
Feel our smiles.
that first glorious sunray through my window
AP: 1st place 2025
Dawn's lullaby serenading thy soul
Tranquil waves caress the shore
Morning's golden hues ascend
Light dancing curls and bends
You softy twine the morning ebb
And drown in love in nature's bed
faerie kisses to usher in the morning
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Shining blanket drapes the early morning sky,
Under its glow, vibrant shadows made to flow,
New golden rise awakens a renewed hope.
If the sky above is dark and gray
and your inner blues won’t go away
Think of what is bound to come
by Monday morn, September one
Weather fronts don’t last forever
two-three days if they’re clever
So a Sunny Labor Day anticipate
~ Just blame me if ‘tis not worth the wait!
~ Note: Monday, Sept. One is "Labor Day" in the USA
the early sun drapes gently across the branches
a whisper of promise, of new golden chances
A BRIGHT MORNING OPENS EVERY QUIET DOOR
and shadows retreat where the sun will restore
love clings tenderly in petals that shine
hearts lift overhead like branches that climb
BEAUTY BECOMES BLOSSOMS, BOLDLY BREAKING THROUGH
and faith feels steady, reshaped and born anew
waves whisper gently, curling near the coast
dreams drift forward, the ones I cherish most
COURAGE CAN COME, PEACEFULLY CALLING ME HOME
leading the lost where the spent still roam
night leans close and stars give counsel to the sky
hope clears gently and grief learns to fly
DREAMS DESCEND QUIETLY, GLOWING THROUGH MY HEART
and love, unwavering-binds what was torn apart
Sunshine and revelry steeped the day like sweet tea dripping over a glass's edge. Overflow dribbling down rejuvenated the laughter of the gut and burst forth into an excess of jubilation. The cup wants to be filled with adulation for the man to drink; the man is a goblet steeped by the day. Over him jumps his spirit, blooming amidst his body's celebration into a new stance, pose, and guise. The transvaluation of the spirit leads it to elevation, upwards, it laughs yes, raising the cup and dousing its thirst—the birth of a madman steeped in sunshine and revelry.
sweltering summer sunshine
bright yellow throats
trumpeting a sunlit joy -
daffodils
drowsy afternoon -
day dreams scented
with white magnolia
plum tree -
silhouetted in sound
by buzzing bees
Specific Types of Sunshine Poems
Definition | What is Sunshine in Poetry?