#sunburnt - Hello Poetry

getting sunburnt may be painful. but its so worth it. making those memories of being on the beach with friends or maybe your family. or being at a pool party to cool off after that forty degree day. i would exchange laughs for sunburn any day. because memories, they stay.

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Sep 28, 2025

Sep 28, 2025 at 2:39 AM UTC

mysterie

sunburn

getting sunburnt may be painful. but its so worth it. making those memories of being on the beach with friends or maybe your family. or being at a pool party to cool off after that forty degree day. i would exchange laughs for sunburn any day. because memories, they stay.

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Most hate sun burns the harsh shine of the sun the tingling pain left behind aching limbs which are bright red like the sun's surface itself I wait for the burn to pass each hour reapplying aloe vera to my aching joints before bed I smother in the stuff at which point I twist and turn. Finding an angle in which my scorched skin does not touch a surface proved to be a difficult task But on the silver side of things my kisses from the sun do pass as does the sun itself. In a cycle year after year the sun never ceases to hug me between it's busy schedule of keeping Earth alive The most important job of all.

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Jul 17, 2025

Jul 17, 2025 at 6:44 PM UTC

SS_poetry

Sunburnt

Most hate sun burns the harsh shine of the sun the tingling pain left behind aching limbs which are bright red like the sun's surface itself I wait for the burn to pass each hour reapplying aloe vera to my aching joints before bed I smother in the stuff at which point I twist and turn. Finding an angle in which my scorched skin does not touch a surface proved to be a difficult task But on the silver side of things my kisses from the sun do pass as does the sun itself. In a cycle year after year the sun never ceases to hug me between it's busy schedule of keeping Earth alive The most important job of all.

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She sprawled out across the sky, bored, Perfectly sun-kissed. From a distance she could fit In my hands. Day, the name we hold dearest Day, the name of the memory I placed her above all else. I too, lay sprawled out, beneath her. The intensity of how she makes me feel, A region I know well, sweltered & swollen, Without walls or halls to contain the effect she has on me. She took my hand & gave me the gift of her presence. My heart but a burning bush from this intense percussion, this rapid sensation spreading steadily, rapidly. A giant in my eyes. I've climbed the highest building & collapsed beneath her. Black & wilted, I am the wick without promise of tomorrow

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Jun 29, 2021

Jun 29, 2021 at 11:14 AM UTC

kewayne-wadley

Sunburnt

She sprawled out across the sky, bored, Perfectly sun-kissed. From a distance she could fit In my hands. Day, the name we hold dearest Day, the name of the memory I placed her above all else. I too, lay sprawled out, beneath her. The intensity of how she makes me feel, A region I know well, sweltered & swollen, Without walls or halls to contain the effect she has on me. She took my hand & gave me the gift of her presence. My heart but a burning bush from this intense percussion, this rapid sensation spreading steadily, rapidly. A giant in my eyes. I've climbed the highest building & collapsed beneath her. Black & wilted, I am the wick without promise of tomorrow

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Sunburnt skins and moonkissed hearts, Pouring rains and heel-clicking walks. Rough edged pages and unplayed tracks, Carved pumpkins and ever burning lamps. Unkept hair and pretty sundress, Cold meal and unheld hands.

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Apr 12, 2019

Apr 12, 2019 at 2:55 PM UTC

Ankita_Gupta

The sun gone cold

Sunburnt skins and moonkissed hearts, Pouring rains and heel-clicking walks. Rough edged pages and unplayed tracks, Carved pumpkins and ever burning lamps. Unkept hair and pretty sundress, Cold meal and unheld hands.

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We love our sunburnt Christmas, Hot for Christmas Day, no less, Maybe a hint of eucalyptus, Good old Australian Christmas, We pray for a peaceful day, The slow news Christmas way, Encircle the world in a Christmas embrace, Hot for Christmas, no less, Yes, we do love our sunburnt Christmas!

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Dec 18, 2016

Dec 18, 2016 at 4:56 PM UTC

julie-grenness

SUNBURNT CHRISTMAS

We love our sunburnt Christmas, Hot for Christmas Day, no less, Maybe a hint of eucalyptus, Good old Australian Christmas, We pray for a peaceful day, The slow news Christmas way, Encircle the world in a Christmas embrace, Hot for Christmas, no less, Yes, we do love our sunburnt Christmas!

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