Poems About: SUN
Poems on / about :
- carpe diem
There is something about the winter's sun,
That aspires hope after struggle
The wait for tomorrow after
long cold shivering nights; read more »azmat naushad asif
50.When Sun kissed the Sea
Look at the dusking Sun kissing Sea, so divine
Oh blushing Sea, turning into blood wine
I wonder how long this rapture will last
For how long Sun upon Sea its spell will cast read more »Dave Tanwar
51.Sun and Me
The sun seeking my shadow
My shadow hides behind me
And when i look at mad-show
The sun gazes to blind me read more »Usman Hanif
52.Children of the Midwest Sun
We are the children of the Midwest sun:
its light has weight, measured musical tones.
'Come along, ' sang Empedocles,450 BCE, read more »Jay Mandeville
The days get older
The shadows colder
The seasons pause in vain
And in the north read more »Liz Annson
Waiting for the Sun.
That is at the crossroads
of mediaphobia. read more »gajanan mishra
If the moon and the sun waged a war,
Who would win? The moon, I'm sure.
The sun would fight face to face, read more »Richard Betts
56.The Sun Has Role
The sun has dominant role to play
No one can suggest any best way
Whole of world energy is depended upon
No other alternative can be thought even read more »hasmukh amathalal
57.Sun and Summer
For hundred days every year up above in the home of Sun
Occurs a strange fight between the Sun and his sweet heart
Fierce is the sun for outside world fears his wife inside the house
Soured relations soar to the sky heralding Summer with fiery will read more »Somanathan Iyer
The sun doesn’t burn as bright to me,
I’m never truly happy,
I’m never truly free,
The sun doesn’t burn as bright to me, read more »lucas altenberg
59.I Cherish My Sun
Today my world forgot its depressing fog.
Today I was allowed to see the sun, the sun I've missed for so long.
Not the same sun, a new one.
A sun that's shines brighter. read more »Sierra Staten
60.Walk Casually Into The Sun
As I walk along my chosen path I know there is work to be done.
As I walk casually into the sun
As I stare at the marquis that bares my name I wonder how long will my show run read more »Vincent Tinto