#suncream - Hello Poetry

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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I put sun cream on in the bedroom You told me you liked the smell. Later, sand stuck to it When your hand was on my thigh And your tongue in my mouth. I tell my mother but not my friends Because it wasn't as good As I thought it would be And I'm worried I did something wrong. The next day I avoid your gaze in the cafe But you see me and You pay for my ice coffee. We go for a walk I'm too awkward to say a thing Our hands nearly brush, never touch. We reach the pier And I feel comfortable enough To tease you about Your Hawaiian shirt. You're bashful, tell me it's second hand And it smells musty, like dust I suggest sun cream And you smile, it's not awkward anymore. You walk me home and Kiss me before I go in I thank you for the coffee And watch as you walk Down the path Glowing in the evening sun. Summer ends And you promise to call But never seem to find the time. I watch your life unfold on Facebook And we become strangers. But I still think of you Whenever I smell Sun cream on my skin.

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Mar 10, 2019

Mar 10, 2019 at 7:05 PM UTC

caroline-ward

Sun cream

I put sun cream on in the bedroom You told me you liked the smell. Later, sand stuck to it When your hand was on my thigh And your tongue in my mouth. I tell my mother but not my friends Because it wasn't as good As I thought it would be And I'm worried I did something wrong. The next day I avoid your gaze in the cafe But you see me and You pay for my ice coffee. We go for a walk I'm too awkward to say a thing Our hands nearly brush, never touch. We reach the pier And I feel comfortable enough To tease you about Your Hawaiian shirt. You're bashful, tell me it's second hand And it smells musty, like dust I suggest sun cream And you smile, it's not awkward anymore. You walk me home and Kiss me before I go in I thank you for the coffee And watch as you walk Down the path Glowing in the evening sun. Summer ends And you promise to call But never seem to find the time. I watch your life unfold on Facebook And we become strangers. But I still think of you Whenever I smell Sun cream on my skin.

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It's funny how we relate certain smells to certain things like how when I smell suncream I smell summer I smell days at the lake with school friends I smell drunk, early morning conversations on rooftops I smell sun and sea Perhaps, that is why Martha will stop at the perfume shop when we pass by it always searching the second aisle from the back bottom right, sometimes, bottom left to see if they still sell it She'll walk out smiling, stinking of Cinnabar Blushing I'll catch her nose in her sleeve later on walking home in the park at the bus stop I'll wonder what she's really smelling Who she's seeing Even when it's scent has faded and can't be made out any longer

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Aug 16, 2017

Aug 16, 2017 at 2:48 PM UTC

pips

Suncream

It's funny how we relate certain smells to certain things like how when I smell suncream I smell summer I smell days at the lake with school friends I smell drunk, early morning conversations on rooftops I smell sun and sea Perhaps, that is why Martha will stop at the perfume shop when we pass by it always searching the second aisle from the back bottom right, sometimes, bottom left to see if they still sell it She'll walk out smiling, stinking of Cinnabar Blushing I'll catch her nose in her sleeve later on walking home in the park at the bus stop I'll wonder what she's really smelling Who she's seeing Even when it's scent has faded and can't be made out any longer

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