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They stand by the door like waiting suns,
brilliant little soldiers against the gray—
those
yellow rain boots, scuffed with puddle prints,
dripping stories from cloud-kissed days.

Each step a splash of defiance,
a rebellion against the hush of storm.
Childhood marches through mud, bold as brass,
while thunder claps like clumsy applause.

They are more than rubber and rubbery grin—
they are canaries in the coal mine of memory,
warning us not to forget laughter,
even when skies bruise and rivers rise.

In them, she danced.
Spun circles in a downpour,
arms flung wide like the sky belonged to her,
hair soaked, face lit like dawn.

Now they sit by the door still—
silent suns gone soft with time,
a bright hush in a house of whispers,
waiting for another storm… or a child.

The weather is not independent,
But a part of a bigger,
tricate system
Of patterns;
Variables,
Of cause and effect;

The tide goes
In and out all the same.

We need the rain
For the sunshine to come out again.
Miraculous —

And we need each other
For healing to be reclaimed.
In Your Smile, My Dear

In your smile, my dear,
I See infinite beauty,
Sublime dreams,
Happiness,
And hidden secrets.

In your smile, my dear,
I discover a safe haven
And a welcoming home.
I feel an ocean of love,
And the peace of a river.

I hear unspoken words,
Songs of the rain,
And the melodies of the birds.

I see the birth of a new spring,
I smell the fragrance of tulips and roses,
Witness a rainbow of hope and inspiration

Listen to best wishes and heartfelt prayers,
Read thousands of untold stories,
Watch the symphony of nature,
Behold sunshine, the full moon, and twinkling stars.

Hussein Dekmak
mae kumiko Jul 21
My dream of living free is cut short

The sun is brilliantly shining through my window

I wipe the drowsy from my eyes and move out of my bed

I slowly walk to my window, letting out a soft yawn

I reluctantly open my curtains and my body feels warm

The sun radiates itself against me through my window

The world is truly beautiful when it wants to be

Taking in the morning sunrise, I smile to myself

My curtains have been closed for so long

I haven't been awake this early in a long time

It's sad to think that I've been missing the sunrise for so long

Something so beautiful, yet just for a moment

I continue to stare at the sun, even as my eyes strain

Sometimes, even just a single light can remove the darkness

I feel a tear falling from my face

As it all sinks in again

I close my curtains

I forget about the sun

Time to go back to sleep.
Greetings. I'm not that good at poetry. Do not flame me too much. I just write based on emotions.
CE Uptain Jul 20
Sunshine on the waterline always seems to ease my mind
Gentle breeze and the drifting clouds, far away from any crowds
Sunshine warm on my face, I can’t think of a better place
Rolling waves and the sunset still are the only things I feel
Sunset brings out the nighttime sky, starlight shines as time goes by
Nighttime fades to the new sunrise, silence breaks with morning birds’ cry
Sunshine on the waterline always seems to ease my mind
Let sky stay blue and my heart be true, I want to spend my time with you
I don’t need anybody except what I’ve got, I just need a little, not a lot
Just give me sunshine on the waterline, set me free to ease my mind
Dedicated to my Dad. He had a place on the river called Homeport. It was so cool.
Oh, what a joy it must be
to be a magnolia
planted along the city street,
to be met each and every night
by beautiful passing faces
under the twinkling city light.

Oh, what a blessing it must be
to be a dragonfly,
gliding on delicate wings
over the land, eternally free,
listening as every bird sings.

Oh, what a pleasure it must be
to be a summer cloud,
basking in the sun’s glory,
wearing sunshine like a shroud.

Oh, what a grand thing to be
a tree in a meadow,
holding a swing.

Oh, what a great thing to be
alive in the sun.

Oh, what a perfect thing to be!
Meggi Jul 15
It is that same sun that lights your smile
Which, an hour later
Casts shadows on My Love
But, mere mortal, who am I
To choose the hour of the day

Pray tell oh Sun where dost thou go
When dipped beneath
The fiery rocks
That craggy crest
That brazen brow

Your light now gone
I can't recall
For night is all I find
But, mere mortal, who am I
To choose the hour of the day
Or bay the Sun
To stay away
David Hilburn Jul 11
Watch the sun...
Aptly, the hunger of love
Simply, a future in an eye's cunning?
Shapes of sharing's life, to come...

True to sleep...?
Here is a waiting few
Asked to wish, a future is seek...?
A stigmata in more than a day too soon...

Beginnings
Or, we found a sense of strength...
In the sate of promises, with endings
Of clashes, that becomes a due length...

Might, is this promise...?
Stay with our slumber, a conscience
To wake myself, or a friend?
Am I patience, or a preparing essence?

Home and heaven...
Why, am I is, when be is kind?
Prayer is any of a source of living, if
A hope ever can be, a lover's mind?
call me a saint or a pain in the ***, achoo...???
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