The Sun Poems - Poems about The Sun

Poppies burn like love under the sun that births longing, Let me ask for forgiveness, to touch your face with light, To be your sunbeam, to be a halo on your delicate brow, To caress your skin with a sweet breeze, a zephyr that caresses the wheat, Let my smile seduce you, let longing flow over your waist. The evening...

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Why does the sun sympathize with the man in the black shirt who is delirious with success? That looking at the window is the door to all happiness For him, an effective way to achieve this is with a pair of shoes And put the gold in his shirt pocket The sun was at my toes as...

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I sat up all night gazing at the lights in the ceiling, there was something in it that gives me greater meaning and a spark in the sky that leads to a different life, caught my attention. It is the spark that no one could see, it is the spark of a higher decree, and...

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Overcast skies bring me down I need my fix of sunshine to get me through the day otherwise my blood is like molasses and nothing courses through my veins my mood always in direct relation to my sunshine exposure it's high when sunny blue when it’s not i hate to be so dependent when i should have control but there’s not much i can do besides what's...

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I divorced the cirrus heat that once laced the sky with fire, carrying searing sins of the scorching sun ~ burning the soft bronze of my melanin; an unabated rage, a labyrinth of blooming lilac, an assortment of angst, a library of healing lullabies homed beneath the glass-skin silence of my quivering chest~ like wind through cathedral clusters, a poison to my psyche, too bright for the...

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In the endless exile, where dreams melt like snowflakes under the sun, I discovered a secret world, woven from threads of shadow and light, where each step on the solitary path became a dance of falling stars, and loneliness transformed into a siren's song, drawing me into the depths. I was enveloped by a wave of humility, an ocean...

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Trust ~ a mourning sparrow f o r s a k e n in the russet rush of monstrous myths, clouding the cashmere cusp of dawn’s delicate arms~ of love’s liquefied thorn. While I trace the wrinkled rays on the frozen side of the sun, where the moon, in silence, peeks to speak nothing but dialects of the forgotten ~ ash-laced memories forged in veins of...

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No one speaks of the other face where the sun turns away from its own fire. There, light arrives as rumor, Penumbra drapes the craters in half-truths shadows with silver edges, ghosts of warmth that never touch. The umbra is deeper than silence. It is violet sorrow frozen in motion, a sanctuary built of charred frost. Even the wind moves carefully here, tracing broken helixes in gold-ash air. And yet in that hush, in that glacial hush something blooms. A flicker, A rebellion in cobalt and fireglass. The...

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The sun arose with reckless cheer, And burned away the last of fear— No clock could chain the golden skies, No rule could still the fireflies. Bare feet chased dreams down alleyways, As time dissolved in honeyed haze. The world, unbuttoned, sang out loud— A symphony without a crowd. The madness bloomed in fields of flame, Where poppies whispered each one’s name. The trees danced...

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Her parents ,named her Gorgeous Yusuf perhaps if, she was a boy Born in the morning almost sunrise Made her first sound same time as the birds For her beauty a lot would be deducted Even the sun hid behind the clouds in shame The stars would come when she is asleep And take advantage if she slept long that's the morning...

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Today I’m grateful for the sun…. watching her rise is a wonderful way for my day to start… and I try to absorb as much of her sunshine as I can and do my best throughout the day to keep that sunshine in my heart. ...

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The morning sunrise emitting a pastel rainbow sky. A sight that is so beautiful it makes me want to cry. As I see the sun rise, I remember we never truly die....

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When the sun returns After days of cloud, Then a celebration Is allowed. Take a nice long walk; Stroll along the beach Or wherever views Are within your reach. Find a blooming tree Or a flower bed. Focus on the day, Not what lies ahead. For when sunshine comes, Even for a while, It’s enough to cause All the world to smile. ...

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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...

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She, who had seemed my sun some bygone time, feels now much icier than even far forsaken pluto’s sunless hemisphere. Please! reckless Universe! enable rhyme to unriddle unreason’s paradigm! —The frozen side of the sun!—What bizarre world bears such contradiction? Bringing near fire and frost? both deform eachother’s frame! And so: she never was my flame—nor now my glacial...

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