The Sun in Poetry
Spring Spring Breeze passing through your hair Wind rushing past your hand Like 100 people pushing, shoving to see Langston Hughes When your cheeks turn cherry And when the air […]
Spring Spring Breeze passing through your hair Wind rushing past your hand Like 100 people pushing, shoving to see Langston Hughes When your cheeks turn cherry And when the air […]
This poem was written by a 4th Grade student at my school, the Bronx Charter School for Better Learning. It happened a few years ago. Her teacher gave the students 20
Our 5th Grade has spent the past few weeks reading and writing all kinds of poetry. This week they invited me into their class so they could read some of
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Yesterday I saw my neurologist, who I think is the brightest star on this planet. We discussed many things, but there were two main outcomes for me. Note: If I’m wrong
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I love the sensual. For me this and love for the sun has a share in brilliance and beauty – Sappho This marks the 100th post of www.parkingsuns.com!
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The Sun Rising Busy old fool, unruly Sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains, call on us? Must to thy motions lovers’ seasons run? Saucy pedantic wretch,
My husband became intrigued with the word urchin recently, and he asked me to write a poem using the word. I jumped at the opportunity to write another sonnet, just
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Thought for a Sunshiny Morning It costs me never a stab nor squirm To tread by chance upon a worm. “Aha, my little dear,” I say, “Your clan will pay
Summer Sun Great is the sun, and wide he goes Through empty heaven without repose; And in the blue and glowing days More thick than rain he showers his rays.
The Moon THE MOON has a face like the clock in the hall; She shines on thieves on the garden wall, On streets and fields and harbour quays, And birdies
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