"sunshade" poems - Hello Poetry

Rainy day people and frogs Packed New York streets, mossy bogs Umbrella or bumbershoot In quagmire and crowded route Splashing masses, polliwogs Precipitation, cascade The alley or everglade Plebeians and ***** toads Wetlands, winding back roads Holding brolly or sunshade Mobs, croaker in the wallow Soggy marsh, bypass below A sprinkle, pitter-patter Parasol, doesn't matter Your bullfrog and average Joe

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Sep 30, 2013

Sep 30, 2013 at 3:30 AM UTC

bernadette-rivera

In The Rain

Rainy day people and frogs Packed New York streets, mossy bogs Umbrella or bumbershoot In quagmire and crowded route Splashing masses, polliwogs Precipitation, cascade The alley or everglade Plebeians and ***** toads Wetlands, winding back roads Holding brolly or sunshade Mobs, croaker in the wallow Soggy marsh, bypass below A sprinkle, pitter-patter Parasol, doesn't matter Your bullfrog and average Joe

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Under the hillbillies of yellow afternoons You sleep in the sunshade toes quite **** The curls on your head getting rather hot But mummy loves you her cuddly *** Love Grandma x

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Aug 21, 2018

Aug 21, 2018 at 7:40 PM UTC

mary-gay-kearns

Yellow afternoons.

Under the hillbillies of yellow afternoons You sleep in the sunshade toes quite **** The curls on your head getting rather hot But mummy loves you her cuddly *** Love Grandma x

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Hips hunkered, rise to dapple-blue-toned dusty seat Flush arch cheeky blush, excitement Droll eye-glazing blue pupil toned in sleepy drug haze Wind whipping wild air rushing through tempered glass Wubing whoosh of wheeled blacktop pavement Colored in eerie sunshade yellow Lined, darting-flash gold white boundary crossing Tight knuckles, two hand hold Blinking brown doe-eyed drowsy heavy lidded Lolling head knocked back, head bash rested caressing faux blue Ploom of dust Dry-mouth open to catching fly’s Or what’s left of dank-infused air Quiet stillness Blond hair crawling in busy wind, Equally as gone Thumping, jolting-momentum White line boundary lost, wheels ended grass Ditching down, dirt slid slide Floating weightless suspended-nightmare phase Snapping, Awake! Awake! Screaming slotted terrified, Panic! Painful-heart-wrecking rob breath Nose dive, mounded metal drive inching closer Hairs-breath away Afraid, screaming ****** ****** inside sealed lips Brown eyes; lid white Hands upon steering slack, loose light Asleep, peaceful in calamity Unnatural shake and tumble Nail dug bleeding ache Skidding gravel, tree lined doom A god not believed in a prayer ensued Shaking, the calm unglued “Baby, wake I beg you!” Brown quick electric wide Screaming, Screaming “Oh my God! Why!” Swerve snake skin peelout Black lane orange in night An almost death.

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Sep 21, 2012

Sep 21, 2012 at 4:08 PM UTC

emmieluv101

Accidental Journey

Hips hunkered, rise to dapple-blue-toned dusty seat Flush arch cheeky blush, excitement Droll eye-glazing blue pupil toned in sleepy drug haze Wind whipping wild air rushing through tempered glass Wubing whoosh of wheeled blacktop pavement Colored in eerie sunshade yellow Lined, darting-flash gold white boundary crossing Tight knuckles, two hand hold Blinking brown doe-eyed drowsy heavy lidded Lolling head knocked back, head bash rested caressing faux blue Ploom of dust Dry-mouth open to catching fly’s Or what’s left of dank-infused air Quiet stillness Blond hair crawling in busy wind, Equally as gone Thumping, jolting-momentum White line boundary lost, wheels ended grass Ditching down, dirt slid slide Floating weightless suspended-nightmare phase Snapping, Awake! Awake! Screaming slotted terrified, Panic! Painful-heart-wrecking rob breath Nose dive, mounded metal drive inching closer Hairs-breath away Afraid, screaming ****** ****** inside sealed lips Brown eyes; lid white Hands upon steering slack, loose light Asleep, peaceful in calamity Unnatural shake and tumble Nail dug bleeding ache Skidding gravel, tree lined doom A god not believed in a prayer ensued Shaking, the calm unglued “Baby, wake I beg you!” Brown quick electric wide Screaming, Screaming “Oh my God! Why!” Swerve snake skin peelout Black lane orange in night An almost death.

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still yearn for waves to wet my feet still yearn to reach an arm around you still yearn to bluff you to a kiss still yearn to walk sunshade gardens with you still yearn for a wild honey drip the days sink stone heavy youth rolls up its lush carpet I still yearn for you

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May 1, 2016

May 1, 2016 at 8:35 AM UTC

snehith-kumbla

craving

still yearn for waves to wet my feet still yearn to reach an arm around you still yearn to bluff you to a kiss still yearn to walk sunshade gardens with you still yearn for a wild honey drip the days sink stone heavy youth rolls up its lush carpet I still yearn for you

21

we walk beneath the weight of the outside birds sing in tune with the collective & trees reveal their 50-year-old whispers homes along the way glide above the sunshade in-between blanketed shadows and sidewalks covered in gum neighbors swim in the darkness behind blackout curtains their beds balance on cups of bedside water & a yellow candle glows above the city

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Mar 31, 2021

Mar 31, 2021 at 1:55 AM UTC

joshua-hernandez

City walk

we walk beneath the weight of the outside birds sing in tune with the collective & trees reveal their 50-year-old whispers homes along the way glide above the sunshade in-between blanketed shadows and sidewalks covered in gum neighbors swim in the darkness behind blackout curtains their beds balance on cups of bedside water & a yellow candle glows above the city

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Under the blanket on a warm afternoon With a faded sunshade over our heads Mother and I would lie waiting for rain And talk of her mother, with big blue eyes Who died in childbirth when thirty-five Leaving two little girls, Emily and Rose And a tiny son who lived but two days Always an absence for my sweet mother But always a beautiful presence for me. Love Mary **

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Jun 19, 2018

Jun 19, 2018 at 12:50 PM UTC

mary-gay-kearns

Emily and Rose

Under the blanket on a warm afternoon With a faded sunshade over our heads Mother and I would lie waiting for rain And talk of her mother, with big blue eyes Who died in childbirth when thirty-five Leaving two little girls, Emily and Rose And a tiny son who lived but two days Always an absence for my sweet mother But always a beautiful presence for me. Love Mary **

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I Cried When problems were ahead Facing and making some fade Yet I fall a lot times Yet I stood double up time I cried When friends meant everything I fight for them, ignite a light for them, But yet, The smile behind the face explains something else I cried when no one was their No one to hear I was shrinked And left in cold I cried in the sunshade With the rainy sky When the things Which made me fly-high Made me die

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Dec 1, 2018

Dec 1, 2018 at 9:09 PM UTC

mrbooring

I Cried

I Cried When problems were ahead Facing and making some fade Yet I fall a lot times Yet I stood double up time I cried When friends meant everything I fight for them, ignite a light for them, But yet, The smile behind the face explains something else I cried when no one was their No one to hear I was shrinked And left in cold I cried in the sunshade With the rainy sky When the things Which made me fly-high Made me die

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A chilled tired man, Cheated of warmth, Hungering comfort. Darker and heavier skies bleed the city of light, The first specks of rain hit the tired, sun fried, foot worn pavements And I feel summer sink into my socked ankles. Archibald Brown, man around town, locks up his sunshade, The wind lifts rotting fence panels like discarded betting slips And I smell winter rising in my rattling chest. Rain on the window, like Mercury drops on a mirror, Through clouded milk bottle glasses I peer at grey sky and flat green trees, And I sense Summers end. Crying now, Longing for Spring.

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Oct 5, 2019

Oct 5, 2019 at 7:07 PM UTC

Penned_in67

A Change in the Weather

A chilled tired man, Cheated of warmth, Hungering comfort. Darker and heavier skies bleed the city of light, The first specks of rain hit the tired, sun fried, foot worn pavements And I feel summer sink into my socked ankles. Archibald Brown, man around town, locks up his sunshade, The wind lifts rotting fence panels like discarded betting slips And I smell winter rising in my rattling chest. Rain on the window, like Mercury drops on a mirror, Through clouded milk bottle glasses I peer at grey sky and flat green trees, And I sense Summers end. Crying now, Longing for Spring.

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Aug 16, 2022

Aug 16, 2022 at 5:13 AM UTC