Poems About: SUN

In this page, poems on / about “sun” are listed.

  • 337.
    Majestic Weather

    Majestic Weather
    By Lori Triggs
    Copyrighted July 28 2008 read more »

    Lori Triggs
  • 338.
    The Sky Cried

    Early one morning the sky
    Was filled with so much sadness

    As it watched the dark clouds read more »

    Carolyn Sears
  • 339.
    Spirtual Kabul

    The lines stretch far and infinitely
    along Kabuli mountains.
    The lines stretch.
    Millions read more »

    Michael Timothy Rose
  • 340.
    Under The Sun

    She walks alone,
    In shame..
    In pain..
    She closes her eyes, read more »

    SceneKid ...
  • 341.
    RAYS OF HOPE

    RAYS OF HOPE
    Hole of the cell brings the hope of rays,
    These rays are sun-rays
    Which dance in the cell of prison from morning to evening? read more »

    vijay gupta
  • 342.
    The Day The Sun Sang

    The moon stood,
    The sea sank,
    The mountains melted,
    And no man died, read more »

    ajayi olubunmi kolade
  • 343.
    sun...............moon................ nor de stars

    sun...............moon................ nor de stars read more »

    Dr DHANA LAKSHMI
  • 344.
    When I saw the Sun rising in the sky

    When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt waves of unparalleled enchantment circumvent my persona,

    When I saw the sun rising in the sky; nascent pores embedded in my skin sprung up with exuberant intensity, read more »

    Nikhil Parekh
  • 345.
    Description of Love

    A true lover is proved such by his pain of heart;
    No sickness is there like sickness of heart.
    The lover's ailment is different from all ailments; read more »

    Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
  • 346.
    1919

    Before the threat
    And dismal cold gray
    of mourning
    Came the sun. read more »

    Anonymous Americas
  • 347.
    Sun-Woman

    Let the sun show
    over the hills, I love it so
    Life is the sun,
    the sun is life read more »

    Llew N. Rmail
  • 348.
    Tuesday

    Tuesday came and gone,
    And I was still in Summer.
    Wishing the Autumn breeze,
    Would drift away with the winds! read more »

    Lawrence S. Pertillar
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