Poems About the Sun Published by Members Recently Online
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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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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
84 reads
6 Comments
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
84 reads
6 Comments
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
84 reads
6 Comments
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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6 Comments
sunrise
restless morning betray me not
awakened to the day I pray one of beauty
inside my dreams, you saw me
eager to visit, I was awoken
the sun has yet to kiss the morn
I in a sleepy state greeted the wee hours
smiling at me from the clock on the nightstand
I thought surely it was too early
then the beautiful stillness of the day sway me
so I walk into the solemn corridors of the morning
watching in awe as the sun first touches the horizon
the night whispers I love you
two old lovers, she departs to her bed chamber
...
awakened to the day I pray one of beauty
inside my dreams, you saw me
eager to visit, I was awoken
the sun has yet to kiss the morn
I in a sleepy state greeted the wee hours
smiling at me from the clock on the nightstand
I thought surely it was too early
then the beautiful stillness of the day sway me
so I walk into the solemn corridors of the morning
watching in awe as the sun first touches the horizon
the night whispers I love you
two old lovers, she departs to her bed chamber
...
#love
#beauty
#sun #birds
#sun #birds
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12 Comments
sunrise
restless morning betray me not
awakened to the day I pray one of beauty
inside my dreams, you saw me
eager to visit, I was awoken
the sun has yet to kiss the morn
I in a sleepy state greeted the wee hours
smiling at me from the clock on the nightstand
I thought surely it was too early
then the beautiful stillness of the day sway me
so I walk into the solemn corridors of the morning
watching in awe as the sun first touches the horizon
the night whispers I love you
two old lovers, she departs to her bed chamber
...
awakened to the day I pray one of beauty
inside my dreams, you saw me
eager to visit, I was awoken
the sun has yet to kiss the morn
I in a sleepy state greeted the wee hours
smiling at me from the clock on the nightstand
I thought surely it was too early
then the beautiful stillness of the day sway me
so I walk into the solemn corridors of the morning
watching in awe as the sun first touches the horizon
the night whispers I love you
two old lovers, she departs to her bed chamber
...
#love
#beauty
#sun #birds
#sun #birds
520 reads
12 Comments
sunrise
restless morning betray me not
awakened to the day I pray one of beauty
inside my dreams, you saw me
eager to visit, I was awoken
the sun has yet to kiss the morn
I in a sleepy state greeted the wee hours
smiling at me from the clock on the nightstand
I thought surely it was too early
then the beautiful stillness of the day sway me
so I walk into the solemn corridors of the morning
watching in awe as the sun first touches the horizon
the night whispers I love you
two old lovers, she departs to her bed chamber
...
awakened to the day I pray one of beauty
inside my dreams, you saw me
eager to visit, I was awoken
the sun has yet to kiss the morn
I in a sleepy state greeted the wee hours
smiling at me from the clock on the nightstand
I thought surely it was too early
then the beautiful stillness of the day sway me
so I walk into the solemn corridors of the morning
watching in awe as the sun first touches the horizon
the night whispers I love you
two old lovers, she departs to her bed chamber
...
#love
#beauty
#sun #birds
#sun #birds
520 reads
12 Comments
sunrise
restless morning betray me not
awakened to the day I pray one of beauty
inside my dreams, you saw me
eager to visit, I was awoken
the sun has yet to kiss the morn
I in a sleepy state greeted the wee hours
smiling at me from the clock on the nightstand
I thought surely it was too early
then the beautiful stillness of the day sway me
so I walk into the solemn corridors of the morning
watching in awe as the sun first touches the horizon
the night whispers I love you
two old lovers, she departs to her bed chamber
...
awakened to the day I pray one of beauty
inside my dreams, you saw me
eager to visit, I was awoken
the sun has yet to kiss the morn
I in a sleepy state greeted the wee hours
smiling at me from the clock on the nightstand
I thought surely it was too early
then the beautiful stillness of the day sway me
so I walk into the solemn corridors of the morning
watching in awe as the sun first touches the horizon
the night whispers I love you
two old lovers, she departs to her bed chamber
...
#love
#beauty
#sun #birds
#sun #birds
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12 Comments
July 11th, 1991
Time, as I felt it, stopped
As the Sun gave up its power and waned
But for an interval. I was lost –
Called away from the mundane.
Given like a vision from God –
I was shown one of absence
Contrary to a comfortable thought
But at the mercy of physics.
I am One with the Stars and Earth
And all Things of eternity;
That doubt of universal birth
Was overshadowed by gray reverie.
As the Sun gave up its power and waned
But for an interval. I was lost –
Called away from the mundane.
Given like a vision from God –
I was shown one of absence
Contrary to a comfortable thought
But at the mercy of physics.
I am One with the Stars and Earth
And all Things of eternity;
That doubt of universal birth
Was overshadowed by gray reverie.
#sun
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2 Comments
Summer haiku
The sun’s out to play.
And will make this sweaty gay
a little less gay.
And will make this sweaty gay
a little less gay.
#sun
#haiku
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1 Comment
Summer haiku
The sun’s out to play.
And will make this sweaty gay
a little less gay.
And will make this sweaty gay
a little less gay.
#sun
#haiku
233 reads
1 Comment
DU Poetry : Poems About the Sun Published by Members Recently Online