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Triciah Nadine Mar 2018
Sea
What a happy place to see.
The white beach and the blue sea.
Where you can relax and sing with glee.
It’s a perfect place to be.
Triciah Nadine Mar 2018
Wake me up in this beautiful place.
Where the sun light hits my innocent face.
The sound of the wave plays like a music in my ears
And the salty air blows my hair and dries my tears.
Chloe Mar 2018
what a strange sight to see,
sunlight streaming through windows;
the gentle touch of fiery radiance,
falling on silver pillars and plastic handles
draping over broken plastic seats
with the same ceremony and caress
inside a bus as it would in a chapel  

on this quiet journey homeward,
I have found peace
apologies for not being active lately, I started a full time job after school ended that's been really tiring. the inspiration for this poem came to me on the bus ride home, watching the world go by.
Isla Mar 2018
nature flutters, waltzing in time with the breeze
lazy sunlight filters through branches
we lie together, two blending into one
you wind a stray curl around your finger
i turn to look into your eyes,
bluer than the august sky
freckles spatter your cheeks
all around us, things bloom
my heart along with it
yeah yeah I know nobody wanted more sappy love poetry but deal with it
Cora Lorraine Mar 2018
As sunlight spread across the floor
and crawled over the rustled sheets
that you hid beneath,
your heart swelled
and your mind emptied
to accommodate the possibilities of the day.
Your fingers started walking toward the door,
taking your cover with them.
Upright your frame sat, then
through the doorway your eager feet danced.
Into the invigorating sunlight,
over the liberating grass that had grown
to comfort the soft skin of your toes as you
chase down the daylight
and gave new meaning to the word
"glow."
Afeli Mar 2018
Sunlight kissing his cheek, oh! I'm covetous.
But  I wonder, would I be warm enough to sooth his cold soul?
jerlin Mar 2018
I sit and stare at the sun.
We walk different paths,
live life different ways.
The same sun sets at
disparate corners of the world,
yet it never felt the same.

I fear not remembering feeling everything alive.
So I run my hands through the records –
I took these photos for the future,
I cling to the sunset like my past.
Surely days like these were meant to last.
yellow-thoughts Mar 2018
i'm painting my nails yellow from now on
i need this refreshing color in my life
i need sunlight and warmth
but in the same time it's so pathetic
like if my nail color could change anything
but still, call me stupid, but i will do this
...
/M.A./
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