Sunshine Poem Novels & Stories

She was extremely happy to see and feel the presence of her father, as he looked more lively in this place than he ever did on earth. “Daddy! I've missed you so much!" Sunny exclaimed, her voice filled with both joy and longing. Sunny's father waves with a warm smile and slowly disappears into the crowd of bubbles. As Sunny watches him fade away, she can't help but feel a sense of peace and comfort knowing that he is still with her in some way, but she wishes he would have spoken to her. Sunny gazes at the crowd of bubbles again, mesmerized by their vibrant colors and gentle movements, and she notices that each one seems to capture a different moment in time, filled with joy and laughter. Sh

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 I have tons of questions inside my head, his identity is slowly becoming a mystery to me, he won’t see me, he won’t even text me, he wont do the things other boyfriends do, but he protects me, he knows how to make me feel better, he take cares of me when I’m sick, he cried with me, laughed with me, In all my dreams, dear, you seem to leave me

You are my light of life Sunshine. I have never felt this feeling before. Feeling of being home, but I feel it when you said to return home fast. Working whole day in the office, I felt excited to come home soon to meet your angelic face, your sweet smile. In these 6 months, I have fallen more and more in love with you. I promise to be your perfect day everyday, I may fail many times but please hold me on time and show me the right path. My Sunshine. End of Brandon's pov

Soon after he entered his chamber, Danyel wrote a poem; pouring all his emotions into the paper and using his brilliant skills at poetry. ~ Why does it feel like raining? While I still see stars, Is this my heart who’s singing? The beat was never so fast, What was it she did to my mind? I feel the emotions dance, Thousands of answers to find, But I won’t lose this chance, Obvious- that I love her, But isn’t all these too soon? I’d live to eternity with her, Who is as beautiful as the moon~

Her father's voice broke and as he goes sentimental. "Dad..." She couldn't help to utter as tears started to form in her eyes. "Do you remember when you read a poem to me about being a wonder kid way back when you're nine, Sunshine?" She smiled remembering that memory when she was a little kid. How could she forget that? She recited that poem in front of him when she was a little girl on Father's Day. She could still remember some parts of the line. The poem is about the traits of how a wonderful kid should act. It says a wonder kid should be always good, kind-hearted, never bad, have fear in God, and stuff like that. She could still remember what she told him after reciting the poem to him

It struck me and with teary eyes, I began writing a poem. My thoughts were lifted and my burden light But not long till hurt becomes my bread My heart torn between a smile and a sigh A twain feeling of a moon and sun I welcomed the ice but the fire wasn’t far Would you be a friend or a foe? Dear happiness please leave behind the fire And welcome and embrace the ice I won’t be able to bear it, not at all Happiness is a double-edged sword A pretty friend and an ugly foe. I closed my note pad, went to the sitting room to greet my parents. I had earlier prepared Oha soup during the day so I dished out some for dinner.

They're just waiting for us. And we'll celebrate our fourth wedding anniversary. As we were heading on the road, Matti played a song. The other night, dear As I lay sleeping I dreamt I held you in my arms When I awoke, dear I was mistaken So I hung my head, and I criedYou are my sunshine My only sunshine You make me happy When skies are grey You never know, dear How much I love you Please don't take my sunshine away

HAIL GOD FOR THE THRONE FOR THEE The day when the sunshine rays went into the garden, Where flowers of scents, textures, colors, and sizes, Created to give life to the soil of the dear fatherland, The rivers and pools are the energy that waters them. The folks were happy to see the crown of a lovely majesty, To Thee the morning was a lovely vibrant of a promised day, The sunset glow afar vowed for a sweet sleep of nights, To Thee the garden where your feet planted rejoiced. Fruits are smooth, oranges, answered, and loved,

The poem went this way, Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I did not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uprising rush Oh quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.

Sunny’s POV “The sky looks beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” Henry asked me as he looked up at the sky. We were sitting on the swings at the playground near our house. The sun has finally set that’s why there were no kids playing around anymore. The only thing that can be heard is the sound of the whistling wind as it blew the trees. “Yeah, it looks beautiful,” I said, without looking at it. Henry suddenly started moving his swing gently. “Do you know how beautiful your name is, Sunny? It’s like joy, happiness, and hope. I like it so much.”