83 Poems about the Sun to Warm Up the Mood

Reading poems about the sun can be a fascinating journey. From ancient epics to modern day sonnets, the sun has been a source of inspiration for poets for centuries.

In this article, we’ll explore some of the most beloved sun poems, and how they capture its beauty and power.

From famous to general, we’ll see how poets have been inspired by the sun’s grandeur and majesty throughout the ages.

Along the way, we’ll also discover what the sun has meant to the poets, and why its symbolism has remained so strong over time.

So, let us begin our journey through the ages and explore the sun through the eyes of some of the world’s greatest poets.

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Famous Poems about the Sun

This category is dedicated to famous sun poems. Here, we will explore the many ways in which poets have been moved to reflect on its beauty and power.

1. The Sun Travels

       by Robert Louis Stevenson

The sun is not a-bed, when I
At night upon my pillow lie;
Still round the earth his way he takes,
And morning after morning makes.
While here at home, in shining day,
We round the sunny garden play,
Each little Indian sleepy-head
Is being kissed and put to bed.
And when at eve I rise from tea,
Day dawns beyond the Atlantic Sea;
And all the children in the West
Are getting up and being dressed.

2. Dance of the Sunbeams

       by Bliss Carman

When morning is high o’er the hilltops,
On river and stream and lake,
Wherever a young breeze whispers,
The sun-clad dancers wake.
One after one up-springing,
They flash from their dim retreat.
Merry as running laughter
Is the news of their twinkling feet.
Over the floors of azure
Wherever the wind-flaws run,
Sparkling, leaping, and racing,
Their antics scatter the sun.
As long as water ripples
And weather is clear and glad,
Day after day they are dancing,
Never a moment sad.
But when through the field of heaven
The wings of storm take flight,
At a touch of the flying shadows
They falter and slip from sight.
Until at the gray day’s ending,
As the squadrons of cloud retire,
They pass in the triumph of sunset
With banners of crimson fire.

3. The Sun’s Wooing

       by Emily Dickinson

The sun just touched the morning;
The morning, happy thing,
Supposed that he had come to dwell,
And life would be all spring.

She felt herself supremer,
A raised, ethereal thing;
Henceforth for her what holiday!
Meanwhile, her wheeling king

Trailed slow along the orchards
His haughty, spangled hems,
Leaving a new necessity,
The want of diadems!

The morning fluttered, staggered,
Felt feebly for her crown,
Her unanointed forehead
Henceforth her only one.

4. She Sweeps with Many-Colored Brooms

       by Emily Dickinson

She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
And leaves the shreds behind;
Oh, housewife in the evening west,
Come back, and dust the pond!

You dropped a purple ravelling in,
You dropped an amber thread;
And now you’ve littered all the East
With duds of emerald!

And still she plies her spotted brooms,
And still the aprons fly,
Till brooms fade softly into stars
And then I come away.

5. The Daisy Follows Soft the Sun

       by Emily Dickinson

The daisy follows soft the sun,
And when his golden walk is done,
Sits shyly at his feet.
He, waking, finds the flower near.
“Wherefore, marauder, art thou here?”
“Because, sir, love is sweet!”
We are the flower, Thou the sun!
Forgive us, if as days decline,
We nearer steal to Thee, —
Enamoured of the parting west,
The peace, the flight, the amethyst,
Night’s possibility!

6. Good-Morning, Sun

       by Annette Wynne

Good-morning, Sun,
Work’s begun
For every one;
While you stay
And make our day
Let me be as true
And good as you.
When you go
Out to the West
I shall be glad for rest
And glad for the day
That went away.
Good-morning, Sun,
Work’s begun,
And play—
Thank you for the day!

7. If I Were a Sunbeam

       by Alice Cary

“If I were a sunbeam,
I know what I’d do;
I would seek white lilies,
Roaming woodlands through.
I would steal among them,
Softest light I’d shed,
Until every lily
Raised its drooping head.
“If I were a sunbeam,
I know where I’d go;
Into lowly hovels,
Dark with want and woe:
Till sad hearts looked upward,
I would shine and shine;
Then they’d think of heaven,
Their sweet home and mine.”
Are you not a sunbeam,
Child, whose life is glad
With an inner brightness
Sunshine never had?
Oh, as God has blessed you,
Scatter light divine!
For there is no sunbeam
But must die or shine.

8. Superfluous Were the Sun

       by Emily Dickinson

Superfluous were the sun
When excellence is dead;
He were superfluous every day,
For every day is said
That syllable whose faith
Just saves it from despair,
And whose ‘I’ll meet you’ hesitates
If love inquire, ‘Where?’
Upon his dateless fame
Our periods may lie,
As stars that drop anonymous
From an abundant sky.

9. Sun, Dear Sun

       by Annette Wynne

Sun, dear sun, that brings the day,
What a friend in work and play,
What a friend to every one—
Dear, big, glad, round, shining sun,
What a good bright world you make—
Is it for the children’s sake?
They tell me you go shining on
When our day is past and gone,
That when you climb the far hill crest,
And leave us darkness-time and rest
You shine right on. Then in the west
Is some small girl as glad as I
To find you shining in her sky;
And she is playing in her day—
While I’m asleep quite far away.
O, you’re a friend to every one—
Dear big, glad, round, shining sun!

10. When the Sun Come After Rain

       by Robert Louis Stevenson

WHEN the sun comes after rain
And the bird is in the blue,
The girls go down the lane
Two by two.

When the sun comes after shadow
And the singing of the showers,
The girls go up the meadow,
Fair as flowers.

When the eve comes dusky red
And the moon succeeds the sun,
The girls go home to bed
One by one.

And when life draws to its even
And the day of man is past,
They shall all go home to heaven,
Home at last.

Funny Poems about the Sun

Here are some fun and creative interesting poems about the sun- its brightness, its warmth, and its beauty. Enjoy!

1. Sun is Trying to Kill Me

       by Mario Cc

Sun is trying to kill me,
but it’s too far,
however, it’s raising our temperature bar.

Sun is trying to kill me,
but it’s too weak,
Earth’s atmosphere is to thick.

But that giant yellow thing is cunning,
it made us, circling, running, spinning,
it wants to kill everyone,
to be just as it was on the beginning.

I saw it, standing up on the sky
with that vengeful look on its face,
it calls itself a star, such a disgrace

2. Sun and Fun

       by John Betjeman

I walked into the night-club in the morning;
There was kummel on the handle of the door.
The ashtrays were unemptied.
The cleaning unattempted,
And a squashed tomato sandwich on the floor.

I pulled aside the thick magenta curtains
-So Regency, so Regency, my dear –
And a host of little spiders
Ran a race across the ciders
To a box of baby ‘pollies by the beer.

Oh sun upon the summer-going by-pass
Where ev’rything is speeding to the sea,
And wonder beyond wonder
That here where lorries thunder
The sun should ever percolate to me.

When Boris used to call in his Sedanca,
When Teddy took me down to his estate
When my nose excited passion,
When my clothes were in the fashion,
When my beaux were never cross if I was late,

There was sun enough for lazing upon beaches,
There was fun enough for far into the night.
But I’m dying now and done for,
What on earth was all the fun for?
For I’m old and ill and terrified and tight.

3. Slap in the Face

       by Chris Hagy

Just a cold, hard slap in the face
Is Daylight Savings Time to morning place

Winter’s drive is dark and cold
Headlights searching for deer in the road

But March brings the sun like golden ripe fruit
To brighten my chores and morning commute

For just a while I pretend it will last
Try to keep winter’s veil in the past

But then the inevitable Monday comes
Because someone decided this silly thing should be done

I’ve changed the clock the night before
So once again only darkness awaits out my door

For another month
I keep the dark pace
Whoever thought of this needs a slap in the face!  

4. Let’s Die

       by Lochan Chugh

It was a height of 250 metres,
But I wasn’t afraid;
I looked down
And there wasn’t even my shade.

The sun was already jumping
But with a low speed,
“ I can perform better,
 I am not going to give the lead.”

Took a deep breath
And I was in air,
Time stopped,
And silence reached there.

The sun began moving upward,
Or I began moving downward,
I was flying,
But like a dead bird.

When from the ground,
I wasn’t really high;
Mind said,“ change in plan,
Let the sun first die”.

5. Sun Tan

       by Nitesh Aggarwal

There once was a lady on the roof;
Basking on the sun, getting tanned, all aloof.
A towel covered her up.
She felt comfy like a pup .
Lying on the sunlit roof, oh what a goof!

6. The Gift

       by Mike Martin

Deep in the wilde of the Cypress mound on the lower Graburn run
The air is cool and clear by far for the eye of the setting sun

A ride along the turning valleys sight above the plain
The break of eve the sun is sank the day all ends aglow

Made for all by the hands of many of earth and tree and branch
Unwaving hospitality Historic Reesor Ranch

7. Zen Buddhist Bird

       by Cj Krieger

A Buddhist bird flies
Under the eyes
Of winter’s sun
As I watch his flight
Across a lonely wintry sky
Gazing up
At his long, long flight south

He diverts himself
From the chilly northern wind
A wind
That the sun cannot warm

He diverts himself
With a single thought
As only a Zen Buddhist bird might do
And asks

What is the sound
Of one wing flapping?

8. Lazy Sun

       by Anula Aboobacker

Dawn breaks,
With a filmy twist;
As Mr Sun, cries to
the chirping birdies,
“Five more minutes…please!”

9. Summer Snowman

       by Anonymous

Didja ever feel like a summer snowman?
Out of luck, living on borrowed time,
constructed from leftovers sentimentally
stored, given birth because Mom decided
to clean out the freezer.
And so, into existence, doomed from the start;
a pointless life lived for the amusement
of others, spent wearing black after Memorial Day
and wool in July, mouthing prayers to St Jude even
as the good saint’s boss overrules and the
sun moves into position overhead.

Short Poems about the Sun

The sun is an awe-inspiring source of light and warmth that has inspired countless poets throughout the ages. Here are some short poetries about the sun.

1. A Sunstroke

       by John B. Tabb

The Sun courted Water,
Earth’s loveliest daughter,
And strove to abduct her in vain:
For, when he had caught her,
And to the clouds brought her,
Home she came running in rain.

2. The Sun

       by Annette Wynne

Long before the postman comes
The sun begins to rise,
Far in the East if you should look
You’d find it in the skies.
At first it’s just a streak of light
Then all at once the world gets bright.
Then in the sky from East to West
The happy sun goes on its way.
And all day long it shines its best
To give us pleasant day.
Dear God, who made the day and night,
We thank Thee for the sun’s good light.

3. The Juggler of Day

       by Emily Dickinson

Blazing in gold and quenching in purple,
Leaping like leopards to the sky,
Then at the feet of the old horizon
Laying her spotted face, to die;

Stooping as low as the otter’s window,
Touching the roof and tinting the barn,
Kissing her bonnet to the meadow, —
And the juggler of day is gone!

4. The Sunbeam

       by Richard Coe

The sunbeam, the sunbeam,
It cheers the drooping heart
To see the glorious sunbeam
Its golden light impart.
The sunbeam, the sunbeam,
It smiles on the earth;
And through the jewels of the sky
The rainbow springs to birth.
So, like the sunbeam, let us strive
That our glad light be given
To bless and beautify the earth,
And turn our thoughts to heaven!

5. The Glad Sun

       by Annette Wynne

The glad sun goes across the sky,
At night it drops down in the west,
And suddenly the dark comes out
And children go to rest;
O sun, I’m glad you know the way
To bring us back the pleasant day.

6. The Sun and a Birch Tree

       by Elizabeth Madox Roberts

As I came home through Howard’s lane,
The trees were bending down with rain.
A still mist went across their tops,
And my coat was powdered gray with drops.
Then I looked in the woods to see
The limbs of the white birch tree.
It made a bright spot in the air,
And I thought the sun was shining there.

7. Sky Blooms

       by Amos Russel Wells

From the lips of Morning,
Where the blossoms lie,
Petulantly scorning,
Breathed a little sigh;
“Sunrise flowers wither,
Quickly turn to gray;
Whither fly they? Whither
Pass from light away?”
From the sunset splendor,
Glowing soft and clear,
Came a whisper tender:
“Morning, we are here!”

Long Poems about the Sun

This collection of long poetries about the sun. Here, we explore the mythological, physical and cultural aspects of the Sun.

1. A Draught of Sunshine

       by John Keats

Hence Burgundy, Claret, and Port,
Away with old Hock and madeira,
Too earthly ye are for my sport;
There’s a beverage brighter and clearer.
Instead of a piriful rummer,
My wine overbrims a whole summer;
My bowl is the sky,
And I drink at my eye,
Till I feel in the brain
A Delphian pain –
Then follow, my Caius! then follow:
On the green of the hill
We will drink our fill
Of golden sunshine,
Till our brains intertwine
With the glory and grace of Apollo!
God of the Meridian,
And of the East and West,
To thee my soul is flown,
And my body is earthward press’d. –
It is an awful mission,
A terrible division;
And leaves a gulph austere
To be fill’d with worldly fear.
Aye, when the soul is fled
To high above our head,
Affrighted do we gaze
After its airy maze,
As doth a mother wild,
When her young infant child
Is in an eagle’s claws –
And is not this the cause
Of madness? – God of Song,
Thou bearest me along
Through sights I scarce can bear:
O let me, let me share
With the hot lyre and thee,
The staid Philosophy.
Temper my lonely hours,
And let me see thy bowers
More unalarm’d!

2. Sunrise Through the Trees

       by Amos Russel Wells

Where ocean reaches vast and wonderful
Its ever-changing leagues of liquid light,
Beating against the shore, but leading on
The ardent vision, on and ever on,
Beyond the circled margin of the sky,
To fabled islands and to thoughts of God,
There with what radiance of majesty
The sun approaches, all the heavens lit
With torches of his couriers, all the sea
Laid with resplendent carpets for his feet!
And how the flaming arches blare and ring
With color salvos as my lord the sun
Steps from the invisible chariot of the night
And lifts his golden sceptre o’er the world!
Beholding, man becomes imperial,
And bears himself with finer confidence,
For he, yes, he, and haply who but he,
Sits on a throne co-sovereign of the day,
And smiles at fear and toil and destiny,
But dearer is the breaking of the dawn,
And nearer is the coming of the sun,
When, far from ocean or the level sweep
Of broad savannas, through the friendly trees,
The many-branching, close, and friendly trees,
We see the sun approaching neighborly.
Each waiting leaf is shining with the joy
He flings before him; crossed and intercrossed
With woodland mysteries of dark design,
The softly happy sky pours gladness down,
Till all the shadows twinkle with a smile,
And all the blacknesses dissolve away.
There’s not a twig upon a lowly bush,
Or bit of moss that gems a hidden stone,
Or tiniest ant that creeps along the ground,
But knows his neighbor Sun, and, knowing loves.
The slender brook that winds through ferny clefts
Talks of him to the pebbles; butterflies
Carry the word of him, and reverent thrush
Sings in his praise the anthem of the woods.
Thus came the Christ: not clothed in sovereign state,
Flashing with jewels, girt with steely pride,
An empire-founder, builder of a throne,
Uplifted high above the mass of men,
And glittering on a million dazzled eyes;
But taking little children on His knee,
And pointing weary fishers to a catch,
And lingering beside a village well
To help a harlot into purity.
And trudging up and down the flinty ways
Of common life with homely, common men,
Just to give here a smile, a warning there,
Or glorify a meal by sharing it.
And so He brought the heavens very near,
For men to touch, and love, and rest upon.
And wrap their shivering bodies in its glow.
Thus to the hidden darkness of the world.
The lurking fears, the festering secret sins,
He brought the medicine of light; and thus
To lonely souls despairing of a friend,
And empty souls despairing of a good,
And bitter souls despairing of a God,
He brought a friendliness that never fails.
The treasure-key of all and endless wealth,
And showed them God low-knocking at their doors.
O Sun of righteousness, Thou glorious One,
Thou Majesty of majesties, Thou Might,
Thou Wisdom, Thou Supreme of vastnesses,
How good to know Thee in our woodland ways,
And greet Thee through the parting of the trees!

3. Glad Day

       by W. Graham Robertson

Here’s another day, dear,
Here’s the sun again
Peeping in his pleasant way
Through the window pane.
Rise and let him in, dear,
Hail him “hip hurray!”
Now the fun will all begin.
Here’s another day!
Down the coppice path, dear,
Through the dewy glade,
(When the Morning took her bath
What a splash she made!)
Up the wet wood-way, dear,
Under dripping green
Run to meet another day,
Brightest ever seen.
Mushrooms in the field, dear,
Show their silver gleam.
What a dainty crop they yield
Firm as clouted cream,
Cool as balls of snow, dear,
Sweet and fresh and round!
Ere the early dew can go
We must clear the ground.
Such a lot to do, dear,
Such a lot to see!
How we ever can get through
Fairly puzzles me.
Hurry up and out, dear,
Then—away! away!
In and out and round about,
Here’s another day!

4. Sun N Son

       by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Something has gone wrong with meaning of words,
‘Sun’ and ‘Son’ beautiful creation of lords,
Both represent energy having sharpness of swords,
Both are crucial for survival and existence of world,

Son is embodiment of energy and power,
Darkness disappears when sun rays appear,
All worship Sun god and offer prayer
Light may appear through clouds from layer

Son is source of great hope and despair,
Damage caused may be more and beyond repair,
Sun renders service which we can’t compare,
Rising daily from east and non appearance rare,

Parent pray for sun to have light in home,
Worshiping many Gods and visiting Rome
Hoping lamp in huts to light and shine,
Praying for son to almighty and divine,

Sun may have power with scorching heat,
Son may also show some kind of daring feat,
Each may be scoring and beating record,
One may prove

Sun may hide face in dark night,
Parents may cry for son during day light,
Daily scuffles on with wordy fight,
Whom do we blame for want of light?

Many may be blessed with intelligent son,
They should always rejoice with simple reason
Greed may run high with aim only gain,
Parent should not keep that only aim

Many parents may not come out and openly speak,
Dryness and worry on face and future seems bleak,
Both are welcome in life and are so dear,
No parent may prefer bad words to hear

We can’t afford for loss of any one
Fate may not be same as faced by everyone
The irony of fact remains almost same in nature
We should not blame anybody in near future

Is it an end of life or start of the game?
Do the children take on for simple fame?
Will situation remain for all times to come?
Will they not blame and refuse to welcome

5. Shadows

       by Elizabeth Wesley

Our shadows were so restless
As we passed from room to room;
They pretended to be living
But they died within their tomb

 They shrank a little bit each day
When the sun shone bright above;
And both of us now waste away
In the sadness of lost love.

In days of younger shadows
That danced in noon’s bright light;
Laughter floated on the breeze
Till our day turned into night.

Burdened by life’s troubles
Our shadows danced no more;
They became the darkened spots
That faded on the floor.

Now death’s arms have taken you
Leaving only memories of your face;
The shadow that was part of you
Is now gone without a trace.

6. I Can’t Touch the Sun

       by Shel Silverstein

No I can’t touch the clouds for you I’ve never reached the sun for you
I’ve never done the things that you need done for you
I’ve stretched as high as I can reach I guess I’m not the one for you
Cause I can’t touch the clouds or reach the sun for you
No I can’t reach the clouds or touch the sun

No I can’t turn back time for you and make you sweet sixteen again
I can’t turn your barren fields to green again
And I can’t sit around and talk of how might have been again
No I can’t turn back time and make you young again
I can’t turn back time and make you young

I can’t look inside your mind and see the things you’re hopin’ for
I can’t help you chase the dream you’re gropin’ for
I know your heart is open wide but I don’t know who it’s open for
Cause I can’t know your mind or chase your dreams for you
Mhm I can’t chase your dreams or know your mind

So say goodbye and don’t look back I’ve had some happy days with you
I’m sorry but I can’t be the one who stays with you
And if they ask about me you can say I was the one with you
Who never touched the clouds or reached the sun with you
I can’t touch the clouds or reach the sun for you
I can’t touch the clouds or reach the sun

7. To the Sun

       by Ingeborg Bachmann

More beatiful than the remarkable moon and her noble light,
More beautiful than the stars, the famous medals of the night,
More beautiful than the fiery entrance a comet makes,
And called to a part far more splendid than any other planet’s
Because daily your life and my life depend on it, is the sun.

Beautifu sun that rises, his work not forgotten,
And completes it, most beautifully in summer, when a day
Evaporates on the coast, and effortlessly mirrored the sails
Pass through your sight, till you tire and cut short the last.

Without the sun even art takes the veil again,
You cease to appear to me, and the sea and the sand,
Lashed by shadows, take refuge under my eyelids.

Beautiful light, that keeps us warm, preserves us, marvellously makes sure
That I see again and that I see you again!

Nothing more beautiful under the sun than to be under the sun . . .

Nothing more beautiful than to see the stick in water and the bird above,
Pondering his flight, and, below, the fishes in shoals,

Coloured, moulded, brought into the world with a mission of light,
And to see the radius, the square of a field, my landscape’s thousand angles

and the dress you have put on. And yourdress, bell-shaped and blue!
Beautiful blue, in which peacocks walk and bow,

Blue of far places, the zones of joy with weathers that suit my mood,
Blue chance on the horizon! and my enchanted eyes
Dilate again and blink and burn themselves sore.

Beautiful sun, to whom dust owes great admiration yet,
Not for the moon, therefore, and not for the stars, and not
Because night shows off with comets, trying to fool me,
But for your sake, and endlessly soon, and for you above all

I shall lament the inevitable loss of my sight.

Poems about the Sun That Rhyme

Here you will find a selection of rhyming poems on the sun that celebrate the beauty of our star and the power of its rays. Enjoy these rhyming verses!

1. Ode to the Sun

       by Eloise Bibb

How many scenes, O sun,
Hast thou not shone upon!
How many tears, O light,
Have dropped before thy sight!
How many heart-felt sighs,
How many piercing cries,
How many deeds of woe,
Dost thy bright light not know!
How many broken hearts,
That are pierced by sorrow’s darts;
How many maddened brains,
That are wild with passion’s rains;
How many soul-sick lives,
Stabbed with despair’s sharp knives,
Hast thou above the skies,
Not seen with thy radiant eyes!
Shine on, majestic one!
Shine on, O glorious sun!
And never fail to cheer
My life so dark and drear.
Whene’er thou shinest bright,
And show thy brilliant light,
The cares I know each day
Silently steal away.

2. God’s Gold

       by Annette Wynne

God placed a gold mint in the sky—
Large and bright, a heaping store—
So earth can every day have more,
He keeps it high,
He scatters gold abroad at day
In shining beams; then far and near
Dandelions gold appear
Along the way.
This is God’s gold dropped from the skies,
He gives it lavishly to earth—
O take it, spend it, learn its worth—
All ye with eyes!

3. Summer Sun

       by Robert Louis Stevenson

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.
Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.
The dusty attic spider-clad
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.
Meantime his golden face around
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Among the ivy’s inmost nook.
Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes.

4. Mining the Sunshine

       by Amos Russel Wells

Someday, when the hollow mines
Yield their final, grudging toll,
When from out those drear confines
Comes the last black lump of coal,
Then, in chill and dark despair
We shall learn to look on high
To the quarry of the air,
To the coal-fields of the sky!
Where the sun in quietness
Bends his ample daily course,
There descends to cheer and bless
A Niagara of force.
Steadily ’tis pouring down,
An incessant, copious yield,
On the house-tops of the town,
On the reaches of the field
Here no strike and no combine
Will disturb the course of trade
Every man will boldly mine
In the sunfield unafraid
Every man will take his own
Fuel to his utmost need
And the sun upon his throne
Will rebuke our human greed

5. Reveille

       by A.E Houseman

Wake: the silver dusk returning
Up the beach of darkness brims,
And the ship of sunrise burning
Strands upon the eastern rims.
Wake: the vaulted shadow shatters,
Trampled to the floor it spanned,
And the tent of night in tatters
Straws the sky-pavilioned land.
Up, lad, up, ’tis late for lying:
Hear the drums of morning play;
Hark, the empty highways crying
‘Who’ll beyond the hills away?’
Towns and countries woo together,
Forelands beacon, belfries call;
Never lad that trod on leather
Lived to feast his heart with all.
Up, lad: thews that lie and cumber
Sunlit pallets never thrive;
Morns abed and daylight slumber
Were not meant for man alive.
Clay lies still, but blood’s a rover;
Breath’s aware that will not keep.
Up, lad: when the journey’s over
There’ll be time enough to sleep.

6. The Campfire of the Sun

       by Bliss Carman

Lo, now, the journeying sun,
Another day’s march done,
Kindles his campfire at the edge of night!
And in the twilight pale
Above his crimson trail,
The stars move out their cordons still and bright.
Now in the darkening hush
A solitary thrush
Sings on in silvery rapture to the deep;
While brooding on her best,
The wandering soul has rest,
And earth receives her sacred gift of sleep.

7. The Sunshine Has a Pleasant Way

       by Annette Wynne

The sunshine has a pleasant way
Of shining on us all the day,
It makes the little window bright,
And fills the room with pretty light.
It goes into the garden bed,
And shines on every flower head;
It warms each leaf and bud and seed
Till all the world is glad, indeed.
It creeps into the children’s faces
And climbs into the highest places,
It makes me want to work and sing
And do my best in everything.
I’m glad the sunshine comes each day
To help me work and laugh and play;
To keep the little window bright
And fill the room with pretty light.

8. Lord of Morning

       by Bliss Carman

Lord of morning, light of day,
Sacred color-kindling sun,
We salute thee in the way,—
Pilgrims robed in rose and dun.
For thou art a pilgrim too,
Overlord of all our band.
In thy fervor we renew
Quests we do not understand.
At thy summons we arise,
At thy touch put glory on,
And with glad unanxious eyes
Take the journey thou hast gone

9. The Dawn

       by Robin A. Walker

I stood upon a street at break of day,
When first the rays of sunlight pierced the clouds
And banished frosts and mists of night away
And with them all the fears that night enshrouds.
I saw the city’s buildings lift their heads,
To stand once more four square beside the spires,
And men who last night crawled half-heartedly to bed
Now hurried forth with hope’s rekindled fires.
The mighty clouds that fain would linger on
The chilling winds that sought to hurt and freeze,
Now faded into nothingness at dawn,
I marveled that we’d given heed to these.
While through the air a thought of newness came,
New strength and vim, with joy to brest the fray,
This was God’s gift, to everyone the same.
The greatest of all gifts—a new-born day.

Poems about the Sun for Children

This category explores the beauty of the sun through poems written specifically for children. Enjoy these delightful and inspiring pieces of literature.

1. The Sunlight Ran on Little Feet

       by Lvy O. Eastwick

The Sunlight ran
On little feet
Up the street
And down the street;
It ran across
A flowery meadow
Danced upon
An oak tree’s shadow,
Turned and twirled
And whirled with joy
Around and around
A little boy—
It touched his fingers,
Knees, and toes,
Then freckled him
Upon the nose.

2. Children of the Sun

       by Fenton Johnson

We are children of the sun,
Rising sun!
Weaving Southern destiny,
Waiting for the mighty hour
When our Shiloh shall appear
With the flaming sword of right,
With the steel of brotherhood,
And emboss in crimson die
Liberty! Fraternity!

We are the star-dust folk,
Striving folk!
Sorrow songs have lulled to rest;
Seething passions wrought through wrongs,
Led us where the moon rays dip
In the night of dull despair,
Showed us where the star gleams shine,
And the mystic symbols glow—
Liberty! Fraternity!

We have come through cloud and mist,
Mighty men!
Dusk has kissed our sleep-born eyes,
Reared for us a mystic throne
In the splendor of the skies,
That shall always be for us,
Children of the Nazarene,
Children who shall ever sing
Liberty! Fraternity!

3. The Sun

       by Anonymous

Don’t you think the sun is bright?
I wonder where it goes at night?
Does it sleep or does it hide?
Or is the moon its other side?

Does it hide behind the hills?
Late at night as outside chills?
Do you think it needs to rest?
From all that warming it does best?

Could it even have a home?
Maybe in London or even in Rome?
Or does it just float around?
Moving slowly from town to town?

Yes, I think it must do that!
After all the earth’s not flat.
So the sun goes round and round
Spreading sunshine on the ground!

4. The Tale of the Sun and the Moon

       by Kenn Nesbitt

The sun was in his bathing suit,
the moon in her pajamas.
They played all day
until the two
were called in by their mamas.

The sun went home and climbed in bed,
his mama sang a tune,
and soon the sun
was fast asleep
and dreaming of the moon.

The moon decided not to go;
instead she stayed outside.
She danced and played
and laughed and sang
and stayed awake all night.

When morning came the sun arose
and went outside to play,
but could not find
his friend the moon,
who slept inside all day.

So now these two are best of friends,
apart in dark and light.
The sun turns in
at evenfall —
the moon stays out all night.

The shining moon sees no sunlight,
the sun sees no moonbeams,
but when they each
are fast asleep
they’re in each other’s dreams.

5. Mr. Golden Sun

       by Anonymous

Oh, Mr. Sun, Sun
Mr. Golden Sun
Please shine down on me
Oh, Mr. Sun, Sun
Mr. Golden Sun
Hiding behind a tree
These little children
Are asking you
To please come out
So we can play with you
Mr. Sun, Sun
Mr. Golden Sun
Please shine down on me

Oh, Mr. Sun, Sun
Mr. Golden Sun
Please shine down on me
Oh, Mr. Sun, Sun
Mr. Golden Sun
Hiding behind a tree
These little children
Are asking you
To please come out
So we can play with you
Mr. Sun, Sun
Mr. Golden Sun
Please shine down on
Please shine down on
Please shine down on me

6. A Moon of Love

       by Anjali Sinha

Moon in satin while veil
sees reflection in groom’s eye-
blushes like morn’s sun

Moon waning crescent
Hides behind clouds of shame-
Shyly look at radiant sun

Dew melting softly
Sighs in bluish moonlight-
kisses feet of svelte lass

7. The Sun

       by John Drinkwater

I told the Sun that I was glad,
I’m sure I don’t know why;
Somehow the pleasant way he had
Of shining in the sky,
Just put a notion in my head
That wouldn’t it be fun
If, walking on the hill, I said
“I’m happy” to the Sun.

Poems about the Sun and Love

This is a collection of poems that explore the themes of the sun and love. Through vivid imagery and evocative language, explore the beauty of both of these powerful emotions.

1. Sadly Musing Life and Love

       by John Gondolf

I sit alone as evening claims the day,
with common crow my only confidant.
I watch the sun sink slowly in the bay
while musing life and love so nonchalant.

As night descends upon my humble soul,
my furtive feelings ponder kinship lost.
I’m missing precious love that makes me whole;
my dearest darling gone at such a cost.

And woe I say, why did she go away,
and leave my heavy heart in agony;
behind, my shallow spirit here to stay;
she cast our love away so damnably.

Alas, I rue thee, my ascetic life,
and long to lance my heart with wretched knife.

2. I Acquiesce to Friendship

       by Connie Marcum Wong

Your sensuous eyes render me a fool.
How clumsy I become within your mien.
I stutter, stumble trying to keep cool
While all the time envisioning a scene
Of you and I together palm in palm
As sun departs behind the hillside’s face,
And in the blush of twilight I feel calm
Enough to kiss your lips with lover’s grace.
My heart would swell if only this were so,
If even in my dreams it would come true,
That you might sense within my smile aglow
The awesome humble love I have for you.
One tiny glance of regard you impart
Would be enough to satisfy my heart.

3. Eclipse

       by Anonymous

The shining light hides behind my eyes,
Comes in a super nova surprise
My spirit glides into the skies,
Spreading the perfect heat like the sunrise

I was like a diamond under the beauty of the ocean!
My current rides out with smooth motions,
Leaving a taste with intense emotion
Captured by my tides, sunk to my love potion

The sun sends my waves like a mirage of snow
I got the moon to favor upon my glow
With every star touching my inner soul
A glimpse of darkness in my light entwining with a massive flow

Blinded by my own Eclipse!
My sun & moon collide
Until the day we both touch lips

4. This Night

       by Andrea Dietrich

I’m driftwood, and I’m floating out to sea
as sun descends upon my home – the grove
of trees whose fragrance still remains with me.
And likewise, heaven’s work of art, a mauve
surrounding me, now permeates my soul.
Warm water, in the twilight growing cold,
is rocking me. Beneath dark blue, a shoal
moves swiftly; overhead there will unfold
the myriad of stars in semblance of
a giant carousel in dimming sky.
Those stars that glitter for the grove I love
will glitter too for me, where here I lie
alone, enraptured. . . and I think I might
drift evermore, enveloped by this night.

5. It Is Springtime in Heaven

       by Carol Sunshine Brown

It is now springtime in heaven
Sky is so blue…sun shining so bright
Beautiful flowers are everywhere
Angels are dancing…as the harps play

Here on earth…we scamper around
Sky is so blue…sun shining so bright
Beautiful flowers are everywhere
We are missing the angels in heaven

Angels are dancing…as the harps play
They await the day…as we do also
As once again we will all be together
Our mothers and us…in heaven above

Dedicated to: Our Mothers in Heaven
and her children who will be missing her
this weekend on Mother’s Day

To all of you who still have your mother here
on earth with you make sure she knows how
much you love her.

6. Shine

       by Greta Robinson

Shine as a source of endless light
whose rainbows of colour deter the night
where daydreams are gentle as doves in flight
and sleep the sleep of angels

Shine like a shower of soft moonbeams
Inhabit the sea of a thousand dreams
where laughter and love are timeless themes
and sleep the sleep of angels

Shine like the sun in a golden sky
On warm, sultry evenings, a fragrance, a sigh
an echo of summer as life passes by
and sleep the sleep of angels

7. Who Can Argue Miracles Exist

       by Phillip Garcia

No man, be he grandiloquent or coarse;
be he a learned novel or tattered page;
be he devout in faith or drenched in doubt;
be he a man replete with shame of sin:
No man (unless an empty man who flaps like cynic’s skin)
who has watched the early sun come out
or heard the song of sparrows spared the cage:
No man in love with his daughters:  
No man in love with his universe.

8. Crayon Caresses

       by Linda-Marie

blue velvet sky caresses
pink cotton candy clouds
beneath a gold umbrella
red heartbeats breathing loud.

a yellow Sun kisses skin
of silky bronze glowation
footprints carve love in brown sand
while white waves crest formation.

green trees hide secret embrace
while purple passion prowls
viewing an orange sunset
rose petals play on towels.

silvery stars illuminate beach
as amber heavens sleep
magenta magic smiles so sweet
chase black and grey to ocean’s deep.
…crayola rainbow lovers’ leap …

9. Soft is the Sea

       by Frederic Parker

Along the feathered edge, a red sun-sets
To bind the evening in dreams eyes explore
Two hearts will greet, till’ paradise begets
Love leaves impressions as waves swirl to shore
These caps of white will churn warmly the sand
The world will pass, the change of light is missed
Lonely eyes search for their yearning dreamland
When lips taste fire in a hungry kiss
As night arrives to shelter silhouettes
Soft is the sea to these two souls afar
In a twilight’s pulse when the tide resets
And hands hold tight to await the Daystar
The fate of these lovers sealed in evermore
Tomorrow’s memory from the seashore

Poems about the Sun Rising

From its warm rays to the vibrant colors, it casts in the sky, these the sun rising poems capture the awe and wonder of the sunrise.

1. Sunrise From Mount Washington

       by Rufus Dawes

The laughing hours have chased away the night,
Plucking the stars out from her diadem:
And now the blue-eyed Morn, with modest grace,
Looks through her half-drawn curtains in the east,
Blushing in smiles and glad as infancy.
And see, the foolish Moon, but now so vain
Of borrowed beauty, how she yields her charms,
And, pale with envy, steals herself away!
The clouds have put their gorgeous livery on,
Attendant on the day: the mountain tops
Have lit their beacons, and the vales below
Send up a welcoming: no song of birds,
Warbling to charm the air with melody,
Floats on the frosty breeze; yet Nature hath
The very soul of music in her looks!
The sunshine and the shade of poetry.
I stand upon thy lofty pinnacle,
Temple of Nature! and look down with awe
On the wide world beneath me, dimly seen;
Around me crowd the giant sons of earth,
Fixed on their old foundations, unsubdued;
Firm as when first rebellion bade them rise
Unrifted to the Thunderer: now they seem
A family of mountains, clustering round
Their hoary patriarch, emulously watching
To meet the partial glances of the day.
Far in the glowing east the flickering light,
Mellow’d by distance, with the blue sky blending,
Questions the eye with ever-varying forms.
The sun comes up! away the shadows fling
From the broad hills; and, hurrying to the West,
Sport in the sunshine till they die away.
The many beauteous mountain streams leap down,
Out-welling from the clouds, and sparkling light
Dances along with their perennial flow.
And there is beauty in yon river’s path,
The glad Connecticut! I know her well,
By the white veil she mantles o’er her charms:
At times she loiters by a ridge of hills,
Sportfully hiding; then again with glee,
Out-rushes from her wild-wood lurking-place,
Far as the eye can bound, the ocean-waves,
And hills and rivers, mountains, lakes, and woods,
And all that hold the faculty entranced,
Bathed in a flood of glory, float in air,
And sleep in the deep quietude of joy.
There is an awful stillness in this place,
A Presence, that forbids to break the spell,
Till the heart pour its agony in tears.
But I must drink the vision while it lasts;
For even now the curling vapours rise,
Wreathing their cloudy coronals, to grace
These towering summits—bidding me away;
But often shall my heart turn back again,
Thou glorious eminence! and when oppress’d,
And aching with the coldness of the world,
Find a sweet resting-place and home with thee.

2. Sunrise

       by James Thomson

But yonder comes the powerful king of day,
Rejoicing in the east. The lessening cloud,
The kindling azure, and the mountain’s brow
Illumed with liquid gold, his near approach
Betoken glad. Lo! now apparent all,
Aslant the dew-bright earth and colored air
He looks in boundless majesty abroad,
And sheds the shining day that, burnished, plays
On rocks, and hills, and towers, and wandering streams,
High gleaming from afar.

3. The Sun Rising

       by John Donne

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, go chide
Late school boys and sour prentices,
Go tell court huntsmen that the king will ride,
Call country ants to harvest offices,
Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

Thy beams, so reverend and strong
Why shouldst thou think?
I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,
But that I would not lose her sight so long;
If her eyes have not blinded thine,
Look, and tomorrow late, tell me,
Whether both th’ Indias of spice and mine
Be where thou leftst them, or lie here with me.
Ask for those kings whom thou saw’st yesterday,
And thou shalt hear, All here in one bed lay.

She’s all states, and all princes, I,
Nothing else is.
Princes do but play us; compared to this,
All honor’s mimic, all wealth alchemy.
Thou, sun, art half as happy as we,
In that the world’s contracted thus.
Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
To warm the world, that’s done in warming us.
Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere;
This bed thy center is, these walls, thy sphere.

4. Xvii. Dawn

       by Emily Dickinson

When night is almost done,
And sunrise grows so near
That we can touch the spaces,
It’s time to smooth the hair

And get the dimples ready,
And wonder we could care
For that old faded midnight
That frightened but an hour.

5. A Morning Walk

       by Amos Russel Wells

All hail! my brave, bright world of green and gold,
My morning, smiling from the kiss of night!
Your other lover greets you. Left and right
The air’s a-twitter in the sunshine bold,
The air is praying in the shadowy wold.
Sole lord am I of all this realm of sight,
These swinging meadow sweeps, this delight
Of ranking hills, these clouds just out of fold.
Stoutly the sturdy road heneath my feet
Rings me a morning weicome. Rise, my soul,
The benediction of the sky to meet.
Sound, color, fragrance, freshness—mine whole;
Mine to receive, and haply mine to give;
A kingly day, and kingly must I live.

6. At Sunrise

       by Bliss Carman

Now the stars have faded
In the purple chill,
Lo, the sun is kindling
On the eastern hill.
Tree by tree the forest
Takes the golden tinge,
As the shafts of glory
Pierce the summit’s fringe.
Rock by rock the ledges
Take the rosy sheen,
As the tide of splendor
Floods the dark ravine.
Like a shining angel
At my cabin door,
Shod with hope and silence,
Day is come once more.
Then, as if in sorrow
That you are not here,
All his magic beauties
Gray and disappear.

7. Sunrise

       by Anonymous

I watch the glory that brings in the day
From college towers that look across the glen,
The eastern heaven spread out to my ken:
The trees below, bright-tipped with morning’s ray;
The sky above with livid colors gay,
Now filled with flaming clouds, with banks fire
Heaped to the zenith, now in dull attire—
One glowing hand helow the heaven’s gray—
And now a quiet sea with tint of green,
And flakes of rosy and of sapphire lights,
And now a hand of purple, dark and deep,
In lighter skies, and edged with silver sheen;
Now all one flush of color: wondrous sights
By angels hrought us from the land of sleep.

8. A Song of the Sunrise

       by Anonymous

The night breaks. The light shakes
Down from the sky.
The darkness trembles: shivers, dissembles:
Unwilling to die.
And facile and fleet, on dusky feet,
Out of the dripping sunlight tripping,
Shadows pass by,
All sprinkled and spattered
With golden rain,
All shivered, all shattered, like dream-ghosts scattered
By the waking brain.
The light dawns. The night mourns
And the stars shiver,
The moon pales. The loon wails
Far down the river.
And strong in the might of perfect delight,
Fearless and bold with its wealth of gold,
Stronger than sadness,
Brighter than gladness,
Mad with the madness
Of victory won—
Above night’s gloom, above life’s bloom,
Higher and higher, like a passioned desire,
To the highest height of earth’s blinded sight
Rises the sun,
And the battle is done.
Yet afar, unforgetting,
Hid by the hill,
Night awaits the day’s setting,
Revengeful and still.

Poems about the Sun Setting

The sun setting is a natural phenomenon that has inspired many poets over the years. Here is a collection of setting sun poems about the beauty, of the sun setting.

1. The Golden Sunset

       by Samuel Longfellow

The golden sea its mirror spreads
Beneath the golden skies,
And but a narrow strip between
Of earth and shadow lies.
The cloud-like cliffs, the cliff-like clouds,
Dissolved in glory, float,
And midway of the radiant floods
Hangs silently the boat.
The sea is but another sky,
The sky a sea as well,
And which is earth and which the heavens
The eye can scarcely tell.
So when for me life’s latest hour
Soft passes to its end,
May glory, born of earth and heaven,
The earth and heaven blend.
Flooded with light the spirits float,
With silent rapture glow,
Till where earth ends and heaven begins
The soul shall scarcely know.

2. Out of the Sunset’s Red

       by William Stanley Braithwaite

Out of the sunset’s red
Into the blushing sea,
The winds of day drop dead
And dreams come home to me.
The sea is still,— and apart
Is a stillness in my heart.
The night comes up the beach,
The dark steals over all,
Though silence has no speech
I hear the sea-dreams call
To my heart; — and in reply
It answers with a sigh.

3. Beautiful Sunset

       by Eva M. What

I gaze at the beautiful sunset,
Portrayed by an Artist Divine,
In colors of roseate splendor,
In which mellow glories do shine.

Was ever a scene so majestic
Wrought daily for mortals below?
Methinks that the angels of heaven
Are charmed with its radiant glow.

Now misty, gray clouds are approaching;
Will they hinder this marvelous scene?
Ah, no! they transform to the grandeur
Of the sunset, so calm and serene.

The mountains so lofty and somber,
And hitherto bleak as the snow,
Now bathed in this far-reaching splendor,
Become with the sunset aglow.

Then each with its rare beauty tinted,
Reflects on the valley forlorn,
The soft, mellow halo of sunset,
More fair than the glow of the moon.

Be each of our lives as the sunset,
Adorned by the great Artist’s hand,
Reflecting the light in the darkness
As He in his wisdom has planned,

Till like the gray clouds and bleak mountains,
And the vale when the day has withdrawn,
Each life may be lighted with beauties —
As these, and keep passing them on.

And as we are clothed like the sunset,
With beauty the world to adorn,
God grant that life’s eve be more brilliant.
With glory, by far, than its morn.

4. Sunset

       by Anonymous

Now the sun is sinking
In the golden west;
Birds and bees and children
All have gone to rest;
And the merry streamlet,
As it runs along,
With a voice of sweetness
Sings its evening song.
Cowslip, daisy, violet,
In their little beds,
All among the grasses
Hide their heavy heads;
There they’ll all, sweet darlings,
Lie in the happy dreams.
Till the rosy morning
Wakes them with its beams.

5. Garden Dusk

       by Grace Hazard Conkling

This stillness made of azure
And veiled with lavender
Must be my daylight garden
Where all the pigeons were!
Blue dusk upon my eyelids,
Your drifting moods disclose
The moth that is a flower,
The wings that are a rose.
Make haste, exhale your sweetness,
For you must vanish soon:
The garden will forget you
At rising of the moon.
A glory dawns predestined
Of old to banish you
And bind you fast with rainbows
In dungeons of the dew.
And who will then remember
Your cool and gossamer art?
Ah, never moon may exile
Your beauty from my heart!

6. The Sunset, Woven of Soft Lights

       by Katharine Lee Bates

The sunset, woven of soft lights
And tender colors, lingers late,
As looking back on all day’s dreary plights,
— The foolish day of hopes so high,
Who counts her hours by blunders now,
Yet wears at last this jewel-crown of sky
Upon her brow.
Out to eternity she goes,
Not for her failure scorned, but see!
Our poor day flushed with beauty, one more rose
On God’s rose-tree.

7. Sunset

       by Paul Laurence Dunbar

The river sleeps beneath the sky,
And clasps the shadows to its breast;
The crescent moon shines dim on high;
And in the lately radiant west
The gold is fading into gray.
Now stills the lark his festive lay,
And mourns with me the dying day.
While in the south the first faint star
Lifts to the night its silver face,
And twinkles to the moon afar
Across the heaven’s graying space,
Low murmurs reach me from the town,
As Day puts on her sombre crown,
And shakes her mantle darkly down.

8. Beautiful Evening

       by Mary E. Nealey

I love the beautiful evening
When the sunset clouds are gold;
When the barn-fowls seek a shelter,
And the young lambs seek their fold:
When the four-o’clocks are open,
And the swallows homeward come;
When the horses cease their labors,
And the cows come home;

When the sunset and the twilight
In mingling hues are bent,
I can sit and watch the shadows
With my full heart all content;
And I wish for nothing- brighter,
And I long no more to roam
When the twilight’s peace comes o’er me,
And the cows come home.

9. Golden Gate Sunset

       by William Henry Dawson

Oh, the beauty of a sunset
Viewed from San Francisco Bay!
It just seems to make the soul let
Loose from earth and fly away
To a land of love and glory—
To a feast of sweet repose:
Language cannot tell the story—
He who sees it, only, knows.
Oh, the loveliness of sunset,
Viewed from ‘Frisco’s Golden Gate!
It lifts the soul where it can get
A glimpse of heavenly estate.
Soul that’s weary—heavy-laden,
Bent beneath the chastening rod,
When it views a golden sunset,
Touches hands with Nature’s God.

Poems about the Sun and the Moon

This collection of poetry celebrates the beauty and power of the Sun and the Moon. Each poem captures the unique energy of these bodies.

1. The Sun and the Moon

       by Nikita Gill

Aim for a love
that reminds you
of the devotion
the sun has to the moon.
Whether she is in fractions
or she is whole,
he still shrouds his intense light
in the darkness of the night.
To give her the entire sky,
without judgment,
so she can shine in any way she wants to.
You deserve someone
who adores you
on the days you are
in broken fragments too.
You deserve someone
who lets you glow
in every way
you need to.

2. Sun and Moon Love

       by Struggling Poetry

I have no clue
What it is you have done
To make me love you
As the moon loves the Sun

The moon, so deeply dark
Stays down below
But it’s Sun makes it shine
Makes it glitter and glow

You red and orange
Me silver and cold
You make me warm
Make me feel worth gold

The Sun from the moon
Is so far away
Yet they want to dance
They still try to find a way

Yet we are so far surely
We both know
We cannot love
For our Earth will not slow

The Sun knows of moon
As you know of me
Yet love is always blocked
Beloved Earth comes between

You know I know you
From afar and up close
But all I will ever be
Is your friend and a ghost

I am someone you know
But could never love
Still I will be here loving you
As the moon loves it’s Sun

3. Sun and Moon

       by Del Kayler

You were like the sun who brought light
Into my cold, dark, and lifeless night.
You made me realize that no matter what I do,
My life will always revolve around you.

Just when I thought that darkness was all around,
You showed me your light and picked me up off the ground.
In your arms, love and care is what I found.
With you, peace and ease surrounds.

We are like the sun and the moon.
Far in every way, but I wish to see you soon.
We are miles and miles apart,
But never forget we are always connected in our heart.

4. The Moon and the Sun

       by Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

The Sun shines,
the fog blinds,
together they make,
a rainbow in the sky.

The Moon stares,
into a lake,
and wonders why,
he’s a big mistake.

Why can’t he be the Sun,
and light up the day.
Why can’t he be the one,
to make the bad go away.

Why can’t he be the light,
that brightens everyones day.
Instead he sits in the night,
wishing the Sun would go away.

The Moon glows,
the stars show,
a pattern of love,
that lights the Earth below.

To himself,
the Sun confides,
that he wishes,
he controlled the tides.

Why can’t he be the Moon,
and turn darkness into light.
Why can’t he be the one,
to light up the great night.

Why can’t he have the grace,
of being with the stars.
Instead he sits up in space,
wishing he could take his place.

But what they both don’t know is,
they need each other.
What they both don’t know is,
that they are brothers.

We live in jealousy,
envying each other.
Please, just be thankful,
and happy for others.

The Sun needs the Moon,
to keep the night lit bright.
The Moon needs the Sun,
to produce his shining light.

The Sun needs the Moon,
and the Moon needs the Sun.
If they work together,
they can be one.

If they work together,
they can be one.
if they work together,
they will be one.

If we work together,
we could be one.
If we work together,
we will be one.

5. Sun and Moon

       by Charlotte Druitt Cole

The moon shines clear as silver,
The sun shines bright like gold,
And both are very lovely,
And very, very old.

God hung them up as lanterns,
For all beneath the sky;
And nobody can blow them out,
For they are up too high.

6. The New Moon

       by William Cullen Bryant

When, as the gairish day is done,
Heaven burns with the descended sun,
‘Tis passing sweet to mark,
Amid that flush of crimson light,
The new moon’s modest bow grow bright,
As earth and sky grow dark.
Few are the hearts too cold to feel
A thrill of gladness o’er them steal,
When first the wandering eye
Sees faintly, in the evening blaze,
That glimmering curve of tender rays
Just planted in the sky.
The sight of that young crescent brings
Thoughts of all fair and youthful things—
The hopes of early years;
And childhood’s purity and grace,
And joys that like a rainbow chase
The passing shower of tears.
The captive yields him to the dream
Of freedom, when that virgin beam
Comes out upon the air;
And painfully the sick man tries
To fix his dim and burning eyes
On the soft promise there.
Most welcome to the lover’s sight,
Glitters that pure, emerging light;
For prattling poets say,
That sweetest is the lovers’ walk,
And tenderest is their murmured talk,
Beneath its gentle ray.
And there do graver men behold
A type of errors, loved of old,
Forsaken and forgiven;
And thoughts and wishes not of earth,
Just opening in their early birth,
Like that new light in heaven.

7. The Ballad of the Sun and The Moon

       by Anonymous

She ran to the outside and stood in the highest peak,
She looked up at the Sun, who looked like he was going to weep,
His rays, tired they were
With her arms full of lush,
She tried to raise them, but she all too weak.

“O Sun, what is it that you feel,
Why must your rays so little appeal?
Don’t let the Day go away, don’t let it disappear
Don’t let yourself be detonated, don’t let yourself become nothing,
If you go, the light will just seal.”

And with that came the dark Night
The sun died, much to its delight
His rays, O his large and luminous rays:
Gone, gone like the wind, gone like her happiness, gone like her soul.
She saw a scratch in the sky, a scratch full of light.

Moon, Moon was her name, Moon her name was
She who stars, in the sky draws,
Looked down and felt empty,
Empty and lonely, lonely and broken, broken and miserable;
Lost her one and only cause.

8. Moonlight

       by James W. Whilt

When the moon has climbed the heavens,
And the sun has gone to rest,
And the evening shadows gather,
That’s the time I love the best.
Seated by our little camp-fire,
In the forest dark and tall,
With the silence all around us,
Save the roar of water-fall—
Then the deer steal in the meadows,
Velvet shod, so still are they,
While among the waving grass-tops
Spotted fawns are there at play.
Then to me there comes a memory,
Of the days, now past and gone,
When my life was just in blossom,
I was young and life was dawn.
When I roamed the virgin forest,
Just as free as birds that fly,
With the moonbeams for a candle,
And my cover was the sky.
Still the moon shines just as brightly,
And the stars are just as clear,
But I see I’m growing older
Like the ending of the year.
Frost is gathering on my temple,
Soon my hair will be like snow,
But His will we all must follow
And some day we all must go.
Yet, I’m ever, ever hoping
That upon those shores of gold,
We will have the self-same moonlight
As we had in the days of old.

Final Thoughts

Sun is a reminder of the beauty of nature and the importance of taking care of our environment. We should appreciate the sun and be thankful for its many gifts.

We can take inspiration from the sun and use its power to help us grow, heal and create.

We can use the sun to help us make a positive impact on the world.

We hope these poems on the sun has inspired you to take action and to enjoy the sun.

Please share your thoughts and experiences in the comments section below. Your contributions will help create a better understanding of the sun and its role in our lives.

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