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A Red Palm

by Gary Soto

You're in this dream of cotton plants.
You raise a hoe, swing, and the first weeds
Fall with a sigh. You take another step,
Chop, and the sigh comes again,
Until you yourself are breathing that way
With each step, a sigh that will follow you into town.

That's hours later. The sun is a red blister
Coming up in your palm. Your back is strong,
Young, not yet the broken chair

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"Heaven" Has Different Signs — To Me

by Emily Dickinson

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"Heaven" has different Signs—to me—
Sometimes, I think that Noon
Is but a symbol of the Place—
And when again, at Dawn,

A mighty look runs round the World
And settles in the Hills—
An Awe if it should be like that

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Summer

by Elizabeth Swados

Tsss
Summer sounds,
Tsss
Concrete and heat,
Sneakered feet on tar,
Stepping on a melted candy bar,
Squish
Crunch, crunch
Gravel on the street,
Woosh

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Lush

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Rhododendron poof
and purple fumes fill my world
Lavish, rich nature.
Maroon like the dawn of days
greeting the sun's honey glaze.

Saffron finch descends
to join the elegant crowd
vast and varying
in colors of the rainbow

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Alone

by Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn

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Recent Sun Poems

Lush

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Watching the Sun

by Kailey Norris

Watching the sun lengthens a single moment.
There is no regret of the past,
No anxiety for the future.
A moment of beauty
A method to “forget”.
Forget mistakes made,
Paths taken.
Forget upcoming decisions,
New experiences.

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Rain

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Yesterday I was in the parched, red desert, where it pours only seldom,
Bearing joy for varicolored cacti blooms, a silvery shower, very welcome.
This morning I deluged the green, pathless forest, at the dawn of purple.
Tomorrow, wet footsteps will travel, down the tree-lined street of myrtle.
In wild days of ago, my fervor caused floods, as I danced in dewberries;
Then a soft, yellow sun spun rich gold, making cherries and cranberries!
While there is gladness everywhere I go, my sporadic errors humble me,
Like an errant wind which blows off course, tenacious, golden honeybee!

Nature Stopover

by Ayatullah Nurjati

Twilight hangs over the western horizon, perfectly in sync with the natural setting
The moon is ready to replace its function as the faithful wife of the earth
The sun, which has slipped, seems to understand and is aware of its function to end the causality of its work
They never get tired of complaining about the Creator's orders, even though because of the anomaly in their nature they sometimes envelop each other. That's against their will

The Cosmic Macro Realm always provides peace
However, there are always irregularities caused by the inhabitants of the earth who are always destroying the mini world
This planet is indeed the only place suitable for visiting, although there may be other secret planets that also have inhabitants.
I am one of the millions of people who may be comfortable with the fact that the earth I live on is now old

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Our Place in the Sun

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

I was an eminent, solar physicist, like the blushing rose, craving renown.
Each butterscotch morning I drove to work, and toiled until red sundown.

The observatory was the place I loved, keeping watch on our nearest star;
Like a pale moon that sits staring all night, its gaze near, anyplace we are.

I studied intense sunspots daily, as has been done over a thousand years,
To gain comprehensive understanding, as the weatherman into sky peers.

Fantastic, fandango dawn was fond memory, when faithful friends visited,

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