Metaphor Sunshine Poems | Examples
These Metaphor Sunshine poems are examples of Sunshine poems about Metaphor. These are the best examples of Sunshine Metaphor poems written by international poets.
When is it going to be sunny again?
It's been cloudy for the past couple of weeks.
All grey and stuff.
Yknow I keep waiting for there to be a bunch of storms,
With all the thunder, and lightning and whatnot, but...
It's just been...grey.
It's not like the sun is gone;
Scientifically it can't go anywhere,
I know that.
Away at night, maybe, but it still exists.
Hiding.
Sometimes a little patch will poke through.
Just saying "Hey I'm still here!!", yknow.
"Don't forget me!!"
It's so easy to forget though.
Cause it's been cloudy for so long.
And sometimes I think I'm all alone;
That it's just me under this sky.
But I know everyone on campus looks up to the same clouds.
The same grey field.
I really miss the sunshine.
SPRING BEACHING
Wet and dry sands pleased,
frothing waves compensating
spring's sweet sunshine shores:-
As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew
anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue
flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true
Pheromones fill the air as the males call the females to their abode
their abdomens linked tail-to-tail, and on the damsels' eggs the male seed are sowed
From thereon, dull caterpillars slowly transformed into exquisite beauties
then, to a new hope, many newborns flew, making gardens filled with cuties
She then whispered that before brightness, there was a very dark darkness~
so don’t give up on your life just because your present swims in starkness
"Learn from my life cycle," she further said, "beauties that once were can still be
so your belief in sunshine after this raging storm is paramount and key"
From then on, she became me, and I became her, and hope of a better tomorrow fills me
far from me, fear then fled—I face my problems with glee, from hopelessness my life is free
The glow in my life can’t dim,
It kindles as starlight,
Revealed as sparks of a dark night,
But consumed by great heights.
Still shines when the twilight deepens,
When the sun no more shows,
And carpets of darkness are laid,
The moonlight just then glows.
At dawn, the new day births the sun,
Its brightness in the sky~
A light that clears the darkest night,
And spreads its wings up high.
Each glow is followed by more shines,
That sparkle the same way,
As nights are replaced by new days,
Afterglow brings each day.
I lie down in my four-poster bed,
facing the pale yellow wall.
The same that I see above,
behind my headboard,
opposite me.
I drown in the sickly pale.
I dare not turn around
to face the wall again.
Little do I notice
the little window behind -
rays of sun streaming through
little glass panels -
Gentle apricity grazing its
little window sill.
• Up goes the Sun
• Down goes the Moon
• Their relationship is one of longing
• But they'll see each other soon
I was born in the sunshine of your house.
I remember the soft fold of your smile,
As you read me bedtime stories,
Sprouting in my memory,
The fall of your heavy dark hair,
Like velvet,
As you bent to kiss me good night.
And, just as clearly, I remember the darkness, emptiness, that fell
Over us;
The empty space that was you.
Broken fences and runaway tears
We couldn't hold in,
Crashing anger and grief.
Alike in our sadness and our looks,
I longed to break through the barbed wire of our hearts,
But couldn't.
I go now
Where I can see:
The flowers blooming;
Trees, thick as wool woven in a loom;
Clouds blowing free,
Behind black boundaries.
Where I can see me
And not just your shadow.
I go now
Not because I don't love you
But because I know
I can't love if I can't breathe.
The Petal is a bud
That opens to a bloom
It blossoms with the Sun
On Summer afternoons
When Climate freezes Day
It’s easier for Men
To know why Petals wither
– Theirs to understand
But when Summer is at hand
And Noon upon the Day
Men can but exclaim
With unconcealed dismay
When the blooming flower
Folds and fades away
But for Frost within the root
And Chill within the stem
– These cannot be ascertained
By Petal or by Man
Slumbering beneath the lamplight,
As though he is bathing in sunlight.
diamonds strung on shrubs
prisoned gems in woven nets ~
of sunlight's prisms
beads of morning dew
captured on strings of silk threads ~
spider webs at dawn
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I held on to my past
That should never have last
Flashes of life's horror
Running through my head
As I stood in front of a broken mirror
...I can't comprehend.
I began to bleed
From the things I should have get rid.
My spirit almost gave up
No one to give a head up
I kept nailing myself in pain
Hoping for a sunshine and rain.
I had no strength
when the sky was grey
But I shift focus
From that which cause me pain
So I can see clearly
...the rays
Of sunshine
That will brighten my days.
an owl in daylight watching sky and sea ~ blind to the light spread about
the sun casts its light
with an artistic glamour
lying on the sea
Blest bluish morning
colorful birds fly and sing
to ascend the sun... !
Morning sun floods the room
Pouring over walls in charming patterns
Light flickers and shimmers, throwing
Soft, velvet shadows onto the floor
Where there are fantasies falling
Metaphors so wise and alive
Copying the silence and sharing hope
Through similes, mirages lingering
Stories told through phantasms
Visions flowing on the air in rays
Where light throws a gentle praise
For His glorious ways, His day
Colored in musical prayers, psalms
Beckoning on the walls, the ceiling, the floor
Where all these shapes are outlines
Repetitions of the heart who glows
On the light of a sunshine thought
Breathing splendor into the air
Painting silence in hues of kindness
Enlightening, inviting, exciting
Shadows so alive they delight a caress
Lingering on the breathtaking grace
That streams in through the window
Creating charming patterns of compassion
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