#sunrises
You make the sky look pretty
Evening or morning
The colors that shine so bright
Through the clouds and light
You make it so everyone could see how pretty it is
How pretty you where
I wish you were here so I could tell you everything
I know you're not with me, but I wish you were
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 2:13 PM UTC
yes, oddball me, when the subset sunset worshippers clutch their ooh and ahh pearls, moaning nothing compares to the beauty richness of, the serenity vision of a slipping sun
putting us to bed with a restful aura
***** that
me pre fer
a sunrise powering its way to ********** asserting its power of life and death over this earthly satellite, one of its obedient servants, reminding the flowes to open bloom, the grains of the field to ripen, the animals to re~warm from the cool night, emergence of humans from their protective prophylactic shelters, and commencing to observe their surroundings with an admixture of
silenced glee, and fresh resolution and a quick uttered prayer of thanksgiving for having so much precious that we possess in so far as we were born naked, and be burrowed same, but in between that, we own
temporal rights to love, appreciate
and to
being a human story
of
glory unique
Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 9:16 AM UTC
I took my shot and kissed her on her energizing lips.
She revived me and gave me a new break of dawn delight.
My reviver, my rejuvenater, my warmly come alive romancer.
Flow thru me and shine on me thru my coldest of days.
By your glimmering light I awake. All greatful for a new day. The rising sun. - Swoo
May 11, 2022
May 11, 2022 at 1:25 PM UTC
i sat with you underneath the sunset
we fell asleep in the dewey grass
when we awoke the sun was just rising
it was rising just like this feeling in my chest. just for you
and within that night i think i fell
fell for your gestures
and your kind eyes
the way you gripped my hand and
sing me songs only for me to hear
made my heart flutter
in ways only you could
you’ve touched a part of me
that was hidden so deep
i didn’t even know it existed
so when the sun was up and out
i spread my feelings out to you, they were as beautiful as the sunrise
now every morning i think of you
my dearest beloved....
the reason i love sunrises
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 2:43 AM UTC
Do not take glory from conquests and wins
Or climbing stairways into ivory towers.
Rather, take glory in Mother Nature’s work
And glorious sunrises and sunsets.
Oh those sun-down colours: reds and golds,
Deep purples backed by azure blue hues.
Every sunset unique
Like every swirl of clouds.
Yes every sky is different.
My mind makes pictures from those clouds
Except on days of formless, fathomless mists.
Beneath these skies
We have a lovely vista
Of trees and savannah.
Satellites show us a wondrous world
Full of amazing sights.
But best of all we have
People
And animals
Of all kind.
Folks with whom to share
This glory
The real glory,
Every day we waken
To greet the new bright day.
Paul Butters
© PB 29\5\2019.
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 6:22 AM UTC
On a quiet night in late November
I fell in love with a sunset. I grabbed ahold and rode
him into the night, but gradually he shed his vivid garb as if
it clung too tightly to his celestial frame. It’s nothing short of a shame because
what I adored the most were the enthralling ways his hues danced
pirouettes with precision,
softly staining my skin and sinking downwards and inwards,
tinting my innards with his alluring, warm palette.
But temporary tattoos wash off with time and cold water,
and the most psychedelic of colors will one day fade to a prosaic shade of grey.
I wanted to stay
But the starless black sky that he raised before me was filled
with unknowns and I’d rather be left alone than let down,
because I am only human.
So mortal that when he abandoned his dazzlingly
colorful mirage, I sabotaged every flicker of light that I’d learned to hold on to,
heedlessly metamorphosing until his dispirited shades of blue
became one with my shades too.
But I want to thank him for letting me in.
Because before him, I never knew how a color felt
or how it tastes.
And as I chased him across the horizon,
he taught me that yellows and reds taste like eating candy for breakfast
and feel like soft skin, akin to his own.
And when he let his blues and blacks linger on my tongue and
occupy my lungs, it felt like tumbling down the most precipitous ravine
where at the bottom, unseen, the flavor of dirt overwhelms
your palette. Like choking
until you’ve a head bursting with fears and muddy tears in your eyes,
obstructing your view of the most beautiful sunset our Earth has seen
in it’s years of being.
Thank you for helping me see.
And I can only hope that one night when the sunset has begun to die down,
you choose to wipe the dirt from your eyes and
become the sunrise.
Because just as colors fade, with time,
mud will wash away.
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 8:38 PM UTC
Life is a set of very many sunrises and sunsets
Love and beauty are interwoven in a love chain
Your love letters and your photos are my assets
Most of the time we do travel in drizzling rain
We are shelters to each other in all difficult times
My love I love you whatever the circumstances are
Our sincerity of hearts, souls will take to sublimes
Extend your sheer love and affection not to debar
My sweetheart I will accompany you to other end
We will cover all distances just being hand in hand
In entire cruel merciless world you are only friend
Let us be together to celebrate ceremony so grand
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 6:51 AM UTC
I am in love sunrises I have never
seen, with people,
unacquainted, in cities
unvisited.
Unfamiliar roads, pave paths to
Uncertainty.
Do not deny the moonlight,
reminder of yearning.
Homesick,
for a time never lived in, a place non existent,
unknown.
Rudely,
unacquainted.
I am in love with the person
I still have yet to
become.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 10:53 AM UTC
I always keep the sunroof
open.
Even on the cloudiest days.
I would not refuse
him.
So if he returns I will welcome his
warmth
with windows wide
open.
My skin as felt the
bitter
touch of being shut out
cold
but it never stopped missing the
goosebumps
his
sunrises
would bring.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 7:14 PM UTC