#sun poems

[charzeewrites]

The sun

The sun is warm, and loving, and graceful. The sun is beautiful. The sun warms me when I'm cold, keeps me company while I'm in the garden, kindly wakes me in the morning, and gently kisses my face with such soft warmth. I wish for nothing more than to have you take the place of the sun. You would do such a good job. You're so warm, and loving, and graceful. And you're so, so beautiful. You keep me warm, by holding my hand or giving me a hug. You keep me company during the most mundane of task. You wake me with good morning messages every day. And you kiss me with such kindness and sweetness that it sets my heart a blaze. If you're the sun, then I would gladly be your moon. Nothing gives me more joy than reflecting your warmth and light. Without you, I'm dark and cold, blending into the massive void of space. But with you? I shine. You warmth lights me and allows me to glow, just like you do. Oh for you to be the sun. Oh to be your moon. Oh to be yours. I'm yours. The dark to your light. The solitude to your company. The cold to your warmth. The moon to your sun.

[yourpackagecameinthemale]

you must be so strong,

pulling the tides

in and out, day after day

does your back hurt?

can i take the pain for you?

my moon, does your heart ache

can i hold you until it doesn't

-your sun

[metamorphesque]

musings on the sun

christina perneta, noor hindi, vincent van gogh, jeanette winterson, zinaida vysota docenko, anne sexton, olga kos, khalil gibran

[joytri]

Who should defend the moon if not poets?

Antoni Slonimski

[21stcenturysucks]

if i was a star and you were a star i would wink at you and blink at you and twinkle at you and the earthlings would call it science.

[arthursfuckinghat]

The sun is your halo, for it is always above you.

Arthur and Weetabix 𑁦𐂂𑁦 Scarlett Meadows

[cathamburger]

and the universe said i love you because you are love

[gunpowder-arti]

sad cat poem - spencer madsen

[thoughtkick]

When people fall in love, they burst into flames.

I’ll Give You The Sun (Jandy Nelson)

[kit27x]

The sun's light can burn.(LMK)

You admire the sun's light

but

You flew too close to the sun.

Oh, little moth why do you fly so close. Don't you know? I'm no one. Do you view me as the sun? Do I shine so bright you want to be by that light? Oh, little moth you have so much passion.

Oh, little moth why do you fly so close. Don't you know? To never fly so close. The sun rose. You are flying so near. Don't you see so clearly? You flew too close to the sun. Now you are stunned. You are falling with tethered wings. With so many feelings. Now strings are pulling you away from the light. You are no longer in flight!

Oh, little moth where did you go? Where everywhere is snow? No this isn't any glow. Did the wind blow you away? Are you now astray? The darkness is better you say? You rather stay. All I say is okay.

(Also if you ever want to use this moth Mac design. Go ahead! Just credit so I can see your awesome art :3)

Oh boy you have no idea how long this idea was just a sketch. With college, markets, and so much family stuff. I just whoop! So happy it done because honestly thinking of making it a print when I release my monkie kid key-chains I got planned for the new year. This piece honestly is my favorite. I tried to get it before the end of 2023 but finished it on the 2nd. Just the fact I haven't seen many moth Macaque and the idea just taking over my mind.

[lxvenderjewel]

stars

why do you look at me like i hung the stars?

it’s much more likely that it was you

sparkling even in smothering dark

even i could shine if i was next to you

we’re like the moon and sun

i’m only there because you are too

but you don’t need me to be yourself

and when i’m the moon, i rarely get to see you

we’re like light and a black hole

you glow in so many shades of blue

but of course, i suck it all up

and leave you without a clue

why do you look at me like i hung the stars?

don’t you know i hung them for you?

[soracities]

This morning is drunk with spring sun, And on the terrace the smell of roses is louder...

Anna Akhmatova, from “This morning is drunk with spring sun” (excerpt from “Deception”, in Evening), The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova: Expanded Edition, trans. Judith Hemschemeyer

[farthaus]

o torture of thought! o sad lament! we wish we could quiet you! we wish deep down, to ourselves, to suffocate this hydra for good!

[aurosoulart]

Mostly, I want to be kind. (x)

[389]

On my way back Back where, exactly? A little lost in thoughts Over the Atlantic I saw a yellow moon rising…

Pavló Fedoro

[thelonelyfirefly]