Poems About the Sun Seeking Honest Critique
#sun
Antemeridian
She was a wee slip of a thing
hanging low in the trees;
a coquette on a wild fling
yet eager to appease.
It was quick like silver she came
and just as quickly went,
like a wispy alchemist flame
that heaven gently sent.
Breaking day wouldn't let her be
so soon she'd disappear,
to blend in morning liberty
with daybreak atmosphere.
She went to kiss her darling sun
to feel young and new
before she once again got spun...
into the midnight blue!
hanging low in the trees;
a coquette on a wild fling
yet eager to appease.
It was quick like silver she came
and just as quickly went,
like a wispy alchemist flame
that heaven gently sent.
Breaking day wouldn't let her be
so soon she'd disappear,
to blend in morning liberty
with daybreak atmosphere.
She went to kiss her darling sun
to feel young and new
before she once again got spun...
into the midnight blue!
#dawn
#moon
#morning #sun
#morning #sun
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Shift Work
Her sickle blade was heading west,
before the sun arose,
up over clouds the daybreak stressed
in lavender pink flows.
At horologic speeds she flew
through the pinnacle sky
of icy stratospheric blue
where sparse contrails ply...
wove by jets at dawn's early light
to mingle with the beams
her crescent shed all through the night
on cold Morphean dreams.
And then she put her horns away
to fade into a ghost
beyond the crow cock solar ray...
when Phoebus comes to host.
before the sun arose,
up over clouds the daybreak stressed
in lavender pink flows.
At horologic speeds she flew
through the pinnacle sky
of icy stratospheric blue
where sparse contrails ply...
wove by jets at dawn's early light
to mingle with the beams
her crescent shed all through the night
on cold Morphean dreams.
And then she put her horns away
to fade into a ghost
beyond the crow cock solar ray...
when Phoebus comes to host.
#moon
#sun
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Apollonian Opulence
Lethargic struggle of the everyday
The daemon writ now pact
Ascension through the left handed way
Mortal dichotomy for celestial fact
Seventh tower raised and appeased
Three fold silence in Enoch's hand
Resplendence upon sacred release
Sigils drawn upon blessed sands
Gaping maw of darkness's reign
Heralding the blessed sounds
Gilded light breaking the chains
Of which shadow gives holy ground
Radiant stillness bound yet free
Golden ratios...
The daemon writ now pact
Ascension through the left handed way
Mortal dichotomy for celestial fact
Seventh tower raised and appeased
Three fold silence in Enoch's hand
Resplendence upon sacred release
Sigils drawn upon blessed sands
Gaping maw of darkness's reign
Heralding the blessed sounds
Gilded light breaking the chains
Of which shadow gives holy ground
Radiant stillness bound yet free
Golden ratios...
#magic
#power
#shadows
#storm
#sun
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Amongst the tree of life
Would you like to take a walk through the trees of life, for let's sit here as the morning mist rest upon the very, texture of our skin as it fills us with natures aviance of it's beauty. THAT grows far and beyond our own imagination as we are just running through and out the forest. For it's here in the morning of the dawn of transition, that we have been given a chance to enjoy this time of deep meditation, away from the negativity and drama and confusion and chaos of the world. 🌎 THAT we shall see the eclipse of the truth of the chaos, that has gone through society 😭 as it...
#evolution
#moon
#stars
#sun
#universe
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Between The Sun's Ray's
Beneath the golden kiss of light
Where sunbeams trace their fleeting path
There lurks a dark, a yawning blight
A silent hymn of ancient wrath
No mortal eye may pierce its shroud
No hopeful gaze may see it clear
Yet whispers crawl, obscene, aloud
To haunt the soul and drown the ear
This shadow walks where light should reign
A maw of night where none may flee
It hums a dirge of binding chains
A dread that bends eternity
What lies beneath that veil so thin?
What claws unseen reach through the air?
A...
Where sunbeams trace their fleeting path
There lurks a dark, a yawning blight
A silent hymn of ancient wrath
No mortal eye may pierce its shroud
No hopeful gaze may see it clear
Yet whispers crawl, obscene, aloud
To haunt the soul and drown the ear
This shadow walks where light should reign
A maw of night where none may flee
It hums a dirge of binding chains
A dread that bends eternity
What lies beneath that veil so thin?
What claws unseen reach through the air?
A...
#anxiety
#dark
#fear
#horror
#sun
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A Day Without Sun
I despise this wretched place
Where the sky forever heralds light
Sunbeams scorch and burn my face
A relentless, golden blight
I yearn for cold shade
The solace of shadowed rule
Umbral waters I'd wade
Immersed in its Cimmerian pool
I pray for the sun’s dying breath
For Nox to reign and smother more
Yet I know I plead in vain with death
This battle is lost, this endless war
From this cursed, red-dusted soil
I call to the night for its start
To end this gleaming, sky-lit boil
Return my race's starborne...
Where the sky forever heralds light
Sunbeams scorch and burn my face
A relentless, golden blight
I yearn for cold shade
The solace of shadowed rule
Umbral waters I'd wade
Immersed in its Cimmerian pool
I pray for the sun’s dying breath
For Nox to reign and smother more
Yet I know I plead in vain with death
This battle is lost, this endless war
From this cursed, red-dusted soil
I call to the night for its start
To end this gleaming, sky-lit boil
Return my race's starborne...
#astronomy
#dawn
#hate
#night
#sun
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~some night of a traversing highway chaos
the sweltering december hotness sun
consumes gritty astringent skinnish salts
in enormous gulping hunger of a famine
vacuuming emptiness, a fuming depression
of a puckering in sizzling hot desert, rises in
a rotting stench of bled out moulted maroons
scattered as a modern streaked out flash art
sprinkled with the sweaty deltaic tidal waves
in craving wide open rafflesia blooms in scents
of a pickled inner vascular.. severed as tidbits
..screams of an unquenchable insane violence
in firing passion burns to the...
consumes gritty astringent skinnish salts
in enormous gulping hunger of a famine
vacuuming emptiness, a fuming depression
of a puckering in sizzling hot desert, rises in
a rotting stench of bled out moulted maroons
scattered as a modern streaked out flash art
sprinkled with the sweaty deltaic tidal waves
in craving wide open rafflesia blooms in scents
of a pickled inner vascular.. severed as tidbits
..screams of an unquenchable insane violence
in firing passion burns to the...
#love
#night
#rain
#sensual
#sun
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Sunset over Lake Huron
Huron shores
West towards the sunset
Night after night
We watched
Some nights
Colours masked by heavy clouds
Other nights are spectacular
Every night a little different.
You can’t expect a sunset to look a particular way
You can’t control it
shape it.
Just take the time to enjoy it as it is.
Each one has its own beauty
if you’re willing to experience it
West towards the sunset
Night after night
We watched
Some nights
Colours masked by heavy clouds
Other nights are spectacular
Every night a little different.
You can’t expect a sunset to look a particular way
You can’t control it
shape it.
Just take the time to enjoy it as it is.
Each one has its own beauty
if you’re willing to experience it
#beauty
#nature
#sun
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In the Dead of the Night
Intro:
In the dead of night, the cradle rocks.
Echoes in the shadows, ticking clocks.
Tiny hands reach out for air.
Chaos reigns, curly hair everywhere.
Rhyme 1:
Under the moonlight, whispers grow,
silent secrets only shadows know.
From the cradle to the rocking chair,
curly hair is everywhere.
Chorus:
Rock the cradle, feel the storm,
in the darkness love takes form.
Curly hair, wild and free,
a symbol of our destiny.
Rhyme 2:
Midnight cries break the silence....
In the dead of night, the cradle rocks.
Echoes in the shadows, ticking clocks.
Tiny hands reach out for air.
Chaos reigns, curly hair everywhere.
Rhyme 1:
Under the moonlight, whispers grow,
silent secrets only shadows know.
From the cradle to the rocking chair,
curly hair is everywhere.
Chorus:
Rock the cradle, feel the storm,
in the darkness love takes form.
Curly hair, wild and free,
a symbol of our destiny.
Rhyme 2:
Midnight cries break the silence....
#dance
#funny
#lyrics
#music
#sun
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You're in control
Standing on a wave in time
Distant silhouettes run through my mind
Messengers through a cloudy space
Darkness reflects onto my face
Maybe one day the sun will reflect a new vision
Walking towards the light is my decision
A warm glow on my soul,
beauty through my eyes
A new dream each day,
thankful to see a new sunrise
Distant silhouettes run through my mind
Messengers through a cloudy space
Darkness reflects onto my face
Maybe one day the sun will reflect a new vision
Walking towards the light is my decision
A warm glow on my soul,
beauty through my eyes
A new dream each day,
thankful to see a new sunrise
#dark
#happiness
#memories
#sun
#uplifting
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F the Sun
Evil carcinogenic ball in the sky
I've a message for you: piss off and die
You promised to hide so we could have rain
yet on you blazed
bringing nothing but pain
Strut your radiant ass away and leave me alone
cool rainy days feel more like home
Your stupid solution
is to bring more pollution
well done i say
in the worst possible way
There's big trouble in the East
flooding and such
but would just one thunderstorm here
be asking too much?
In August I'm leaving
I know not where
but as long as...
I've a message for you: piss off and die
You promised to hide so we could have rain
yet on you blazed
bringing nothing but pain
Strut your radiant ass away and leave me alone
cool rainy days feel more like home
Your stupid solution
is to bring more pollution
well done i say
in the worst possible way
There's big trouble in the East
flooding and such
but would just one thunderstorm here
be asking too much?
In August I'm leaving
I know not where
but as long as...
#frustration
#rain
#sun
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Breaking Lights
She's been through hell, and the hell chases her,
the way the light of the sun is chased from east to west.
No one sees a ray run or asks the first light of the break of day
if she needs to catch her breath.
She does it by herself.
At the height of the sun,
by the corners of her eyes, she stares at the edges of her orange-yellow-studded world.
There are no shadows.
She breathes a few minutes.
Another wave of shade creeps from under the horizon.
The light you protect, you won't let them cover it, huh?
...
the way the light of the sun is chased from east to west.
No one sees a ray run or asks the first light of the break of day
if she needs to catch her breath.
She does it by herself.
At the height of the sun,
by the corners of her eyes, she stares at the edges of her orange-yellow-studded world.
There are no shadows.
She breathes a few minutes.
Another wave of shade creeps from under the horizon.
The light you protect, you won't let them cover it, huh?
...
#anxiety
#motivational
#nature
#SelfDiscovery
#sun
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DU Poetry : Poems About the Sun Seeking Honest Critique