Poem Sunshine Novels & Stories

Calamity would still fall, and the evidence that it would pass and sunny days would come again is the fact that it even started. It never rains forever, so I believe I will not feel the hurt and sadness that I feel now forever. I will heal, and things will get better. I truly believe that. It is now morning and we are still on the jet plane. When I open my eyes, light from the sun blinds me and I use my hand as a shield. It is sunrise and the view is magnificent. The golden light from the sun bounces on the clouds, creating an illusion that we are in heaven.

I sat and watched the sunrise, all of my hopes for the night being poured into my third cup. Even after all of the reading and rereading of screenshot poems that tell me that pain is something I can forget and that time can paint sunsets on all of the places where your hands have touched me, I still remember you and miss you. I can still remember you on my third mug of the bitterest tea, just as your sweet kisses stayed on my lips for months, only now my taste buds are numb from the food your tongue had provided for my stomach.

He was afriad that he had a concussion from all of the hits to the head and face earlier, as well a blood loss and exposure. Regardless though, he had to stay awake for his kids. In case Nate or the other man found them, he needed to be alert so that he could protect them. Sunny whimpered in his arms and instinctively started singing her favorite song to her beneath his breath. The song he always sings to her when she is scared, hurt, sick or upset. It is their song. “You are my sunshine.. my only sunshine.. you make me happy... when skies are gray.. you'll never know, dear, how much I love you.. please don't take my sunshine away..”

The next day…. Under a brilliant sun, the day unfolds with a symphony of warmth and light. The azure sky stretches endlessly, adorned with wisps of cotton-white clouds drifting lazily. Golden rays cascade through emerald leaves, casting dappled shadows on the earth below. The air hums with the gentle buzz of life awakening, as nature flourishes in the gentle caress of the sun's benevolent touch. “You are leaving again?” Michelle asked as she yawned. “No!” I replied defensively. “I just caught you sneaking out!” She said half yelling.

“The day before, I’d given birth to her in a blur with a ton of drugs. After everything I’d been through, for the first time, it was just me and Sunny. She looked up at me, probably wondering where the hell she was. I looked out the hospital room window and saw the sun coming up. I just kept looking at that sunrise over the city and back at her little face. She’d just been through the hell of birth, yet she was so peaceful. She was alive and content in my arms. And I realized I wasn’t alone at all anymore. I had everything I needed. Sunny. The light that emerges from darkness. “That’s beautiful,” I said, feeling a lump in my throat. “I’ve always loved her name. But now I love it even more.”

Fresh sunlight penetrates through the components of the tree, perfectly illuminating spheres of water upon its green wands. The sweetness of the scene blankets her numb and almost transparent clothes as the sunlight paints her lips red, her hair and eyes honey-like. The noon sunlight acts as an HD camera, telling no lies in the world in which shadows of truth are the harshest, revealing every flaw in the sight, like a toddler carrying his very first camera, taking pictures of whatever he sees.

“Is it too dramatic for me to say that you are the light of my life? Like the Sun.” “So…. I think if we don’t wake up in time for the sunrise, we won’t miss out on anything.”

I watched a smile appear on his lips, his eyes fixed on me like he had been watching me for a long time. “You’re awake,” he said softly. “Good morning sunshine.” Sunshine?? I looked at him, puzzled at what I just heard. Did he just call me sunshine? Am I hallucinating? Is he trying to play a game with me? What has he got up his sleeve? “Sunshine….?” I asked, eyes widened. “Of course you heard correctly. Sunshine. I called you sunshine because you are carrying my sunshine. Why are you acting surprised like you've never been called by such a name before? How are you feeling now?

Java, 1586 The wind howled across the coast. The sun blazed from the peak of a sharp blue sky, while massive waves exploded against the black rocks lining Karang Bendan's shoreline. On a stretch of smooth sand, two men stood facing each other, separated by little more than eight feet.

Pallavi Sunsets is the most beautiful scenery. It says, When the Sun sets, he took everyone's misery with him and When the Sunrises, he gave everyone a new hope to start new day with more positive attitude and more opportunity. But Today Sun won't set alone because i'll accompany him. Today i'll end my misery or should i say my parents misery that is me.