Poems About the Sun Published by Members Recently Online
#sun
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
Earth and Brackish Water
sometimes,
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
#family
#sun
#memories
#nostalgia
#dawn
351 reads
30 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
Earth and Brackish Water
sometimes,
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
#family
#sun
#memories
#nostalgia
#dawn
351 reads
30 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
Earth and Brackish Water
sometimes,
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
#family
#sun
#memories
#nostalgia
#dawn
351 reads
30 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
9th Jun 2024 6:42pm
9th Jun 2024 6:42pm
Angry Sun
I scorch for fun
The prodigal son.
Destroying all in my midst.
Every law I break,
My family; ashamed.
I don't take it,
Serious.
Im in search of lust.
For the latest trend.
All the slaves in cuffs,
Are jealous,
I am free of their revenge.
I roam about,
For, I am, allowed.
God creates the sin.
He casts me out,
Screams and shouts.
Through him,
I ascend.
Still I scorch for fun,
Like an angry sun.
I envelop all within.
Like ants on the run,
The...
The prodigal son.
Destroying all in my midst.
Every law I break,
My family; ashamed.
I don't take it,
Serious.
Im in search of lust.
For the latest trend.
All the slaves in cuffs,
Are jealous,
I am free of their revenge.
I roam about,
For, I am, allowed.
God creates the sin.
He casts me out,
Screams and shouts.
Through him,
I ascend.
Still I scorch for fun,
Like an angry sun.
I envelop all within.
Like ants on the run,
The...
#faith
#sun
#ThrillSeeking
184 reads
11 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
9th Jun 2024 6:42pm
9th Jun 2024 6:42pm
Angry Sun
I scorch for fun
The prodigal son.
Destroying all in my midst.
Every law I break,
My family; ashamed.
I don't take it,
Serious.
Im in search of lust.
For the latest trend.
All the slaves in cuffs,
Are jealous,
I am free of their revenge.
I roam about,
For, I am, allowed.
God creates the sin.
He casts me out,
Screams and shouts.
Through him,
I ascend.
Still I scorch for fun,
Like an angry sun.
I envelop all within.
Like ants on the run,
The...
The prodigal son.
Destroying all in my midst.
Every law I break,
My family; ashamed.
I don't take it,
Serious.
Im in search of lust.
For the latest trend.
All the slaves in cuffs,
Are jealous,
I am free of their revenge.
I roam about,
For, I am, allowed.
God creates the sin.
He casts me out,
Screams and shouts.
Through him,
I ascend.
Still I scorch for fun,
Like an angry sun.
I envelop all within.
Like ants on the run,
The...
#faith
#sun
#ThrillSeeking
184 reads
11 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
9th Jun 2024 6:42pm
9th Jun 2024 6:42pm
Angry Sun
I scorch for fun
The prodigal son.
Destroying all in my midst.
Every law I break,
My family; ashamed.
I don't take it,
Serious.
Im in search of lust.
For the latest trend.
All the slaves in cuffs,
Are jealous,
I am free of their revenge.
I roam about,
For, I am, allowed.
God creates the sin.
He casts me out,
Screams and shouts.
Through him,
I ascend.
Still I scorch for fun,
Like an angry sun.
I envelop all within.
Like ants on the run,
The...
The prodigal son.
Destroying all in my midst.
Every law I break,
My family; ashamed.
I don't take it,
Serious.
Im in search of lust.
For the latest trend.
All the slaves in cuffs,
Are jealous,
I am free of their revenge.
I roam about,
For, I am, allowed.
God creates the sin.
He casts me out,
Screams and shouts.
Through him,
I ascend.
Still I scorch for fun,
Like an angry sun.
I envelop all within.
Like ants on the run,
The...
#faith
#sun
#ThrillSeeking
184 reads
11 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 12:30pm
16th Dec 2024 12:30pm
Better Days
Golden willow weeping lowly
in the wind and swaying slowly
the sun shall paint your leaves ablaze
a guiding light to better days
Brightly shining magical star
meeting us always where we are
on the surface a passion's fire
in flames of hope that we desire
I am the willow weeping now
please rest your light on troubled brow
so longing to feel warmth again
that turns the lip to subtle grin
Until I smile now facing east
and from this pain I am released
to bask within her warming rays
my guiding light to...
in the wind and swaying slowly
the sun shall paint your leaves ablaze
a guiding light to better days
Brightly shining magical star
meeting us always where we are
on the surface a passion's fire
in flames of hope that we desire
I am the willow weeping now
please rest your light on troubled brow
so longing to feel warmth again
that turns the lip to subtle grin
Until I smile now facing east
and from this pain I am released
to bask within her warming rays
my guiding light to...
#healing
#peace
#sun
11 reads
1 Comment
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 12:30pm
16th Dec 2024 12:30pm
Better Days
Golden willow weeping lowly
in the wind and swaying slowly
the sun shall paint your leaves ablaze
a guiding light to better days
Brightly shining magical star
meeting us always where we are
on the surface a passion's fire
in flames of hope that we desire
I am the willow weeping now
please rest your light on troubled brow
so longing to feel warmth again
that turns the lip to subtle grin
Until I smile now facing east
and from this pain I am released
to bask within her warming rays
my guiding light to...
in the wind and swaying slowly
the sun shall paint your leaves ablaze
a guiding light to better days
Brightly shining magical star
meeting us always where we are
on the surface a passion's fire
in flames of hope that we desire
I am the willow weeping now
please rest your light on troubled brow
so longing to feel warmth again
that turns the lip to subtle grin
Until I smile now facing east
and from this pain I am released
to bask within her warming rays
my guiding light to...
#healing
#peace
#sun
11 reads
1 Comment
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 12:30pm
16th Dec 2024 12:30pm
Better Days
Golden willow weeping lowly
in the wind and swaying slowly
the sun shall paint your leaves ablaze
a guiding light to better days
Brightly shining magical star
meeting us always where we are
on the surface a passion's fire
in flames of hope that we desire
I am the willow weeping now
please rest your light on troubled brow
so longing to feel warmth again
that turns the lip to subtle grin
Until I smile now facing east
and from this pain I am released
to bask within her warming rays
my guiding light to...
in the wind and swaying slowly
the sun shall paint your leaves ablaze
a guiding light to better days
Brightly shining magical star
meeting us always where we are
on the surface a passion's fire
in flames of hope that we desire
I am the willow weeping now
please rest your light on troubled brow
so longing to feel warmth again
that turns the lip to subtle grin
Until I smile now facing east
and from this pain I am released
to bask within her warming rays
my guiding light to...
#healing
#peace
#sun
11 reads
1 Comment
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 11:22pm
5th Jan 2025 11:22pm
Sol
The morning sun took my shadow for a walk.
It flowed over concrete,cars and grass.
Sometimes playing hide and seek with much larger shadows or stopping when I stopped to greet a friend and chat to its own shadow buddy.
Most times it was by my side,a trusted friend.
Quite often though it would be up front hoping to get to the cafe first before the other shadows did.
Or it would be loitering behind me, a truculent toddler in search of its tantrum.
Everyone has shadows.
Some can't find the sun.
It flowed over concrete,cars and grass.
Sometimes playing hide and seek with much larger shadows or stopping when I stopped to greet a friend and chat to its own shadow buddy.
Most times it was by my side,a trusted friend.
Quite often though it would be up front hoping to get to the cafe first before the other shadows did.
Or it would be loitering behind me, a truculent toddler in search of its tantrum.
Everyone has shadows.
Some can't find the sun.
#shadows
#sun
65 reads
2 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 11:22pm
5th Jan 2025 11:22pm
Sol
The morning sun took my shadow for a walk.
It flowed over concrete,cars and grass.
Sometimes playing hide and seek with much larger shadows or stopping when I stopped to greet a friend and chat to its own shadow buddy.
Most times it was by my side,a trusted friend.
Quite often though it would be up front hoping to get to the cafe first before the other shadows did.
Or it would be loitering behind me, a truculent toddler in search of its tantrum.
Everyone has shadows.
Some can't find the sun.
It flowed over concrete,cars and grass.
Sometimes playing hide and seek with much larger shadows or stopping when I stopped to greet a friend and chat to its own shadow buddy.
Most times it was by my side,a trusted friend.
Quite often though it would be up front hoping to get to the cafe first before the other shadows did.
Or it would be loitering behind me, a truculent toddler in search of its tantrum.
Everyone has shadows.
Some can't find the sun.
#shadows
#sun
65 reads
2 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 3:16am
14th Feb 2025 3:16am
first warmth of spring
first
warmth
of spring,
sun
and blue
speaking
assured,
blazes
growing,
moments
amazed
and leaping
combinations
of colors
buffeted
with sweet
moods,
giving me
pleasure,
streaming
within
my gaze.
warmth
of spring,
sun
and blue
speaking
assured,
blazes
growing,
moments
amazed
and leaping
combinations
of colors
buffeted
with sweet
moods,
giving me
pleasure,
streaming
within
my gaze.
#flowers
#nature
#sky
#spring
#sun
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11 Comments
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