"sunshines" poems
The little thigs of life
Are to most of no great affair
Such as the warmth of the sunshines rays
Or the coolness of the evening air
The little things of life
Are so often unaccounted
But if we would stop and take notice
We would stand astounded
The little things of life
For such we have no time
The colorful leaves of fall
Or a ringing church bells chime
The little things of life
Come to us each passing hour
A thorny bush of roses
Or a welcomed springtime shower
The little things of life
Fill up life's empty spaces
Let's us know that God loves us
And reveal his many graces
The little things of life
Seem to be missed by our eyes
A trees limb bending in the wind
Or the beautiful azure sky
The little things of life
Quickly appear then they are gone
Such as a smile on a strangers face
Or a lonely sparrows song
The little things of life
Are given to us free
The sound of a gently flowing stream
Or the shade of an old oak tree
The little things of life
Like a word so kindly spoken
Can ease a wearied mind
Or help mend a heart that's broken
A thousand little things
Unnoticed by our eyes or ears
Is a thousand little blessings
Missed throughout our years.
RLB
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 9:58 AM UTC
I remember
Vividly those serene eyes,
Shining bright,
Emotion in them
Sparks my blood to rise
Thy teary eyes divine,
Speak with love and tenderness,
Eyes, a million stars in them
The picture of innocence.
Eyes seeking me -
Glowing,
Like that first dew,
On the new viridescent blade of grass.
Your eyes my matinal star
Your eyes my middays sunshines,
Your eyes my vespers twilight,
Your eyes an oceanic depth,
Your eyes my autumnal hues,
Your eyes wild jasmines
Fragrant at nights,
Like that sunflower
Gazing the afternoon sun.
Let the peacocks vauntingly dance,
Let the nightingales melodiously sing,
Let the flora and fauna flourish,
Like spring in prosperity,
In felicitation,
Let me always
See
Through Your Eyes
Dec 9, 2011
Dec 9, 2011 at 3:28 PM UTC
* Part I**
***I feel the sunshine,
The warmth and the beauty
Of it on my face.
Sunshine in my heart
Making me sing a sweet song,
A sweet melody.
Sunshine in my face,
Leaving me it's pretty grace,
Of it's love so warm.
Sunshine in my head,
Making me think of my friends,
And my parents dear.
Sunshines on you, friend,
Makes your heart light and happy,
Makes you feel carefree!
Makes you want to dance,
Through fields of everlasting
Sweet and soft flowers.
Sunshines through dark,
Making everything light,
It is day again.
Sunshine forever,
Even through dark times in your,
Beautiful-bright life!****
***~Marian~
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 7:10 PM UTC
60 sunshines, 59 nightfalls till I face the day
40 topics held in to regurgitate,
**** and span for the marker man to give a brother a break.
Wait, I ain't done
Got anxiety about two more chores in head
Not to ***** and moan but *******
Getting tired of this ****
What's the point to push if you don't know where to go
Blindful blissful ignorance?
They say, and you go.
What subject?
What ever is most respected.
What job?
What ever brings financial comfort.
What about this?
Nah, you ain't good at that.
And so you sulk ever so distracted
Hearing the drip drop taps, splat on to the sink.
The metallic ting of the radiator reverberates as dormant inner silence sings.
Forever more.
A didactic sore for the ears,
Apologies in advance,
Though regardless you must hear it.
Never run to please others
Rather, focus and listen to the deep.
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 3:15 PM UTC
You remind
me
of
sweet tea,
honey cornflakes on sleepy, sunday mornings.
That hell of a smile is like thick socks over cold ankles.
Your 'head back; don't give a damn'
laughter
is
like
little sunshines
saying
'Hello'
to
all
the dark, empty
s p a c e s
in me.
You remind me of artfully ruffled hair,
messy white sheets from pillow fights.
You, sweets,
have the loveliest soul.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 8:29 AM UTC
What are the odds of finding someone -
who can finish your sentences -
who will let you cut in line -
who knows not to just lend a hand, or an ear when you need them to give you their spine -
who will keep every secret, save every letter, tell you how you really look
who will remember every single one of your birthdays -
without checking Facebook?
What are the odds of finding someone who knows your poetry by heart ?
I will always see you for the alley-oop.
I will always save you a seat.
I will always pick you to be my partner even though you are terrible at handball.
When the fire takes all you have, my home will be your home.
When you are old and can no longer remember my face, I will meet you for the first time again and again.
When they make fun of your accent, I will take you swimming because we all sound the same underwater.
When Ellis Island tries to erase your past, I will call you by your real name.
When they call your number for the draft, I will enlist to fight beside you.
And I will march with you from Selma to Montgomery and back as many times as it takes.
We will stand together against the horses and the dogs -
They could tell you how rare this is.
But they could tell you how rare this always is.
The chances are slim.
The cards are always stacked against you, the odds are always low.
But I have seen the best of you, and the worst of you, and I choose both.
I want to share every single one of your sunshines and save some for later.
I will tuck them into my pockets so I can give them back to you when the rains fall hard.
Love-
I want to be the mirror that reminds you to love yourself.
I want to be air in your lungs that reminds you to breathe easy.
When the walls come down -
when the thunder rumbles -
when nobody else is home, hold my hand -
and I promise -
I won't let go.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 2:38 AM UTC
It was ancient ago we were fond & foe
Once little rascals together we grew
Far apart 'till bounds forebear
Each world soared & flapped
An impending monstrous frosty gap
One fine love-is-in-the-air day in a twist of fate
As this nymph unaimed by cupid's arrow
When all my friends & beau in fun they wallow
Your sudden hailed revere embraced in haste
Then in my own prinky whimsy plot
Both unexpectedly got trapped
In such long winding tracks we hustled
Through the hurdled altar together sprinted
Both oblivious as pledge of affection consecrated
While ocean's torrent & tide waded
A solemn for-us-then-quixotic promise to keep sacred.
At some point the on-off blissful lock flutters
As life isn't all sunshines & buttercups we struggle
Yet notwithstanding the trials & tribulations
Such troth acknowledge without question
And now has the moon stone or opal
As our anniversary gemstone
Will our gemstone lose its lustre
Or will it continue to shine like a flash of lightning from heaven
Are we fiercely resolute to bid for the silver
Or stay solid firm to wish for the golden
And vow to persevere for the truly eternal diamond.
One thing we know for sure...LOVE CONQUERS ALL!
Jan 10, 2011
Jan 10, 2011 at 3:37 PM UTC
Your love is like rain
When it pours it could be a storm
Or it could be beautiful
Sometimes there is thunder and lighting
Sometimes it rains while the sunshines
Sometimes the rain makes the flowers grow
And sometimes it beats them down
Your love is like rain
Sometimes its good
Sometimes its bad
Your love is like rain
The earth needs rain as much as I need you
Your love is like rain
Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 8:42 PM UTC
butterflies love the blood,
tumbling about in bellies,
whisk it away, the way we pray,
a bird being carried by a breeze,
lifted essence, manifested,
heart shade, finally, at ease,
signal came through,
translated to
sharpened claws,
unclenched jaws -
unthought it all while sober -
*you came as ocean, as breeze,
as birds, as leaves,
as hues and blues,
sunshines and moons,
and you left as you pleased,
opened my mouth wide to cry for you,
praise you,
love you, raise you above
what I've said in silence,
unbreak the trust I betrayed in private,
you came as hearts, as people I've known,
and stories never told, as whispers,
as hugs, and as kisses,
as melodies, repeatedly on my brain, as so,
absent of you,
I came to know you:*
butterflies love the blood,
dying slowly from the greed,
whisk it away, the way I pray,
would ask for your forgiveness,
but I know there is no need,
I feel you in the leaps
of knowing when to regret,
and when to let it be,
summon the tides stronger
aside dying suns, each day,
each night I pray for you to call upon me,
like you did when I was your favourite color,
pray for you to love the me now, and be sure of no other,
so if I adjust the pitch,
tune the sounds to form around
your wisdom, or pretty eyes,
maybe the melody will reach you again,
if not for love,
lost at sea,
then for truth,
and maybe friends we'll be,
no longer eclipsed by rumors
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 4:13 PM UTC
(A Song to Me)
Write your love inside your eyelids, cast verses on
Sweet violets.
I have drawn for you a map
Of story and of song.
Point your feet toward the sea, take it with you when you’ve gone.
Each hand will carve the other.
For this is all there is to know of love;
Two beings carving one another.
Presented as a present, all wrapped and tucked and clean,
Tied with dandelion string,
Clothed in cream-colored linen, walking near the ocean,
The taste of a faraway notion, this
Is all there is to know of love.
A room of books, a room of birds,
A line to hang your dresses and your sheets,
Brass bowls of tangerines,
Willow-bark dreams.
Inside, even the snow is sweet.
This is all there is to know of love.
Sad selves sold soft to willing souls, we are
Only a little drunk, not like last time,
Or the time before.
We are milk and we are honey, we are coffee in the morning,
Our soil is rich and never rocky,
The sky is clear and often sunny,
Good rains fall each year, and the weather changes slow
So our gardens always grow.
We eat tomatoes from the vines,
Read our fortunes in the lines
On palms that have been calloused by our years
Of digging through the dirt in our past loves’ chests, darling, someday you will rest.
Each love will be a map for the you that is to come,
Each loss will be a song.
This is all there is to know of love.
You will walk a thousand sunshines, let your hair grow long, until
Someday,
Hands stained red with beets, you’ll be laughing in a kitchen with your lover,
You will sleep in tangled sheets.
You’ll have smile lines, clear eyes, and freckles on your arms.
Someday, a wraparound porch,
A trickling stream,
The sound of little feet.
Smiling, always smiling, you are everything that beats.
You are everything that sings.
This is all there is to know of love.
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 2:15 AM UTC
i said i love you
not because you
said it first
my first love
was a bright girl
who dreamt of
meeting new
sunshines
before she slept
in a hearse
my first love
will live within my
thoughts
even when i am
on my death bed
as my children
search for a suit
that will fit well
on my tired corpse
my first love
captured my heart
at sixteen
puppy love
that, then, felt
like the sweetest
dream
my father told me
you will forget your
first love
like you forget a daydream
but how can this be a
thought in the wind
when it stays in my mind
like a chubby child who enters a
candy store
can't get rid of his grin
- t.m
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 3:44 PM UTC
Let's be young and beautiful for all our lives.
Eternal sunshines and heartstrings.
I know there is something to love in everything.
Jul 12, 2010
Jul 12, 2010 at 11:58 AM UTC
her car was painted neon green
had stickers from places she been
and places she dreamed of
the backseat was a bookshelf
and laundry hamper
James Dean has been sighted back there
on nights when she was running the back roads
at a hundred and cup of coffee in her hand
speed talking over the radio playing too loud
you can hear them laughin miles away
shes got a neon green little car
filled with a world of sunshines
filled with a universe of wonders
and a few McDonalds wrappers
few over due books
and a cat named Steve
been up and down the I-95 corridor
living off the beach Hollywood Florida
chilli cheese dogs and coke
and they share the world with the smiles
she has a little neon green car
you don't need much when you already got everything
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 8:26 AM UTC
her eyes invest in me the truths of her fragile heart
she wished to know happiness and freedom once more
she leaned gently against the window frame
her eloquent beauty whispered gently on my eyes
she gave me a soft sorrow by declining the offered flower
my words like autumn leaves gathered dryly at my feet of clay
my intents pure of heart stumbled weakly
as i tried to explain
that a breathtaking glimpse of her had found me
she was standing subtle and alluring in sunshines vivid light
highlights in her hair a golden hue like a regal crown
lost in the imagery of her smiling moment
lost in her radiated gentleness
that engulfs like silent fierce seduction of your heart's better natures
you only think of heartfelt wish to see her joy
you breath and live to see her smile
you will love her presence like summery sunshine's kiss
you will adore her silken voice like moonlight dance upon water
the offered plastic flower but a token of adoration
a bauble cast with noble intent
for a fine young goddess
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC
The cards are always stacked against you, the odds are always low.
But I have seen the best of you, and the worst of you, and I choose both.
I want to share every single one of your sunshines and save some for later.
I will tuck them into my pockets so I can give them back to you when the rains fall hard.
I want to be the mirror that reminds you to love yourself.
I want to be air in your lungs that reminds you to breathe easy.
when the walls come down
when the thunder rumbles
when nobody else is home, hold my hand
and I promise
I won't let go.
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 5:54 PM UTC
Words like water,
oh how the speech can delay.
Dripping eloquent but lost to rivers,
indulged in deluge,
overwhelmed in expression, comments and decree.
I want you here,
oceans away.
How can I touch the chatter,
be diluted in a voice.
Move me with your extract,
alluded, trembling from afar.
Waking up to different sides of the moon
I need you here,
sunshines away.
and the blades from petals still stabbed
like it was torture
though it crumbled in effect
why the trouble for pistol flowers
when aching is within a splinter.
Something so beautiful,
lost to an operating system.
Quiet rumbles, not big enough
to make a sound.
Even if I screamed,
my vocals typed to characters,
you would not,
could not hear my strain.
Efflorescence,
our love it blooms.
Flourished in email, video plays, stills.
Across the ocean I came,
to wake up in the sunshine,
with the moon at our side.
Sprouting up new love,
greater than we thought equip.
Even through storms, snow, rain,
I am ecstatic here,
your body I call my house,
your smile I call my home.
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 11:52 AM UTC
What We Are: by Dakota Pizzi
Have you ever wondered how the wind howls through the trees?
Or why the leaves tremble in the breeze?
Theres no use to wonder,
No rhyme or reason too.
It just makes sense like me and you.
And 'though the cold winds comin down,
The snow is burying us in.
I know the sun will shine again,
Just like it always did.
Its like asking why the sunshines as it comes over the hill,
Or why the earth moves slowly at its own will.
Theres no way to calculate,
Its just meant to be,
Thats why you belong with me.
We are the wind speaking through the trees,
We are the sun coming up to please,
Theres no reason to wonder why we are what we are, its the way its meant to be,
Yes, it's the way its meant to be.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 10:18 PM UTC
Where are you now?
When I need you most....
Where are you now?
My darling I feel lost....
Captured in these nightmares,
People seem to dream....
Where are you now?
You and me, we were the greatest team....
But you left,
Left me in this grey....
Your sunshines,
I forget, each passing day....
The way your eyes just shined,
And brighten up my life....
A letter from a widow,
Wishing she was still a wife....
-ZvZ-
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 4:28 AM UTC
You wanna here my spiel?
Come see me at my perfect home
where the sunshines even on the darkest days
While my mom makes us dinner and dad hugs her from behind
we can go and read and do homework together and I'll tell you
about my obsession with myself
but don't tell me your gossip stories of how
Lisa & Tom ****** one another in the stall at school
drama cripples my ears
as would a stampede ******* your bones
Don't ask me if I smoke ***
because I'll lie and say I don't
sitting in my bed smoking a fatty
messaging you on Facebook about my size 8 jeans
that I just bought at A&Fitch;
Have you met my boyfriend? He's captain of the Football team
the good vibes of JB's newest album makes my ears sing
I'm a straight a student that all the teachers love!
Don't ask all of my friends, they'll just tell you I'm a Brown Nose
and I don't do drama remember?
and don't trust me, I lie a lot.
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 10:12 PM UTC
Has it been that long since I saw you last?
A breathe of fresh air from my past.
Warren street on a Fall Friday night...
Just you, me, a waning moonlight.
Leafs falling softly from the maples above,
Walking Sidewalks of grey With my ladylove
Our time together was..................
Percy's takes the words right off my lips...
( When
A
Man
Loves
A
Woman)
I can only hope you made it past our love affair
Cause deep down I'm still smelling your hair,
I'd like to keep you here with me baby.
Letting you go one day seemed so crazy!
Let's forget those lines I just erased,
Way to ****** for this old mans taste
Let's leave it at this..you made me so very happy
Cause When the sunshines..I know we'll both be stronger!
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC
I am going to,
touch your soul,
watch it burst
into flames,
flickering with
stark colors.
Scribble love
on your veins,
your mind,
your heart.
Create a ruckus,
a chaos, a mess
deep inside you.
Chase away autumn,
the falling leaves,
and withering trees.
Melt away winter,
thaw the ice
around the surface,
shower sunshines,
and rainbows,
and unicorns.
Honey, I just want to
breathe life
back into you.
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 12:52 PM UTC
can we hide from these dark secrets all our life?
can you change into a beautiful butterfly over night?
can you stay with me until the sunshines?
can you say youll be mine for the rest of our lives?
can we have a family and stay together till we die?
can you switch places with me and let me drive that car?
can I bring you back?
can I help your family?
can you forgive me?
im sorry I think not
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 5:59 PM UTC
I'm hurting
I don't show it-I smile sunshines at you
I laugh but inside I'm hurting so bad
I look at your smiling face, hear your laughter, I smell your scent and imagine her doing the same and
I'm hurting
I hear your promises, your I love you's, your forevers and
I'm hurting
I know that once you looked at her the same way you look at me, that the things you do with me and the way you kiss me and by God
I'm hurting
Knowing you've discovered the unknown with her, that your writings and knowledge is from her, that at one point you gave her your heart so easily, that I'm just second
I'm hurting
that one day you can let go of me as easily as you let go of her, that one day you'll want to run back to her because she's given you more than I ever could
My insides being ripped apart, my throat shut, my eyes pouring
I'm hurting
Because second place still doesn't win
And that how I know I love you, although now I'm not even sure what love is
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 7:04 PM UTC
Stop that.
Stop thinking that I'm still looking for your eyes in the crowd.
Stop reminiscing everything that we've been through together
Stop thinking about how I'd still fell for you even when you're with her.
Stop every little things you do to make me feel like I haven't grown apart from you,
Like I've never written a hundred poems
And burned them in the pile of all our memories.
Stop making me feel like everything I did to kept you away from me wasn't enough to even let me breathe easily, to get any clear air into my lungs.
Stop making me feel defeated, again.
I am not weak anymore
I will not stand down for you
I'm not going to ******* call you again in another 4 months.
**** please let me move on from a life without storms and hurricanes, without rain and sickening sunshines, please let me live without you
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 11:11 AM UTC