Sunshine Poem Novels & Stories

“Oh! My shoulder is so cool. I know, my sweetheart is touching it. Will you touch my heart as well?” To this imagination, Sunshine’s heart is romantically taking it. Her mind treats it; to happen in the reality. To that, she feels at top of the heaven. Her mind is freshly desiring; to create another splendid image. However, the darkness has appeared out in the outside. Without any choice, her cold feet are now entering to the bed; to take her night off.

He asked. I scoffed wondering if he was expecting me and the kids to starve and experience total misery... POEM BY MERCEDES. You are the sun that shines brightly throughout my day. You are the gravity that holds me down in every way. You are the moon that shimmers throughout my night. You are stars that glimmer oh so bright. You are the oxygen that keeps me alive. You are my heart that beats inside. You are the blood that flows through me. You are the only guy I can see.

I hugged her tightly because I was afraid of her being disappeared from my sight. Her whimpering low voice didn't get me sleep even for a blink. My Sunshine is beautiful very beautiful. "The words beautiful would do no justice to her beauty. She looks like an angel, fallen from the sky only for me. My Sunshine brings the lights hope and happiness in my life. She is pure. The word 'pure' is the right word to describe her. Her smile is serene just her smile is enough to warm my heart, to turn the gloom into brightness. I was staring at her and thinking about our lives taking unexpected turns of 360°.

Early in the morning, the sun began to rise in the horizon and showered it’s never-ending mercy and proceeded to light up everyone’s life… Starting with the sun, the birds too began to welcome the new day happily with the start of their sweet and melodious chirping along with the tunes of nature. Everyone was busy in the morning following their daily routine and filled their part by doing their work, making the city wake with its bustling noise. Slowly the roads began to fill and the daily office workers and others maneuvered their way towards their destination…

" She shouted. Yeah. I heard that clear. "Hey, what a beautiful day All I need is a taste (and it tastes so good) Nothing but a good time (a good time) Sippin' on sunshine Oh, don't got nowhere to go (no, we don't) So we'll go with the flow (hell yeah) Yeah, we're living the life (the life) Sippin' on sunshine All day, all night Sippin' on sunshine Yeah, a good time Everybody's just sipping on sunshine

she said as I moved closer and rested my head on her chest. 🎶 You are my sunshine My only sunshine You make me happy When the skies are grey You'll never know, dear How much I love you Please don't take my sunshine away...🎶 "Hmmmm," I said as she continued singing me a lullaby and drawing a straight line on my nose with her pinky finger to make me fall asleep. 🎶 I'll always love you And make you happy And nothing else could come between But if you leave me to allow another

He could not understand why but he felt like he could not breathe as he got nearer and nearer to the place. "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 other night, dear As I lay sleeping I dreamed I held you In my arms When I awoke, dear I was mistaken So I hung my head and I cried 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"

It wasn't long before she found out that she could read everything despite very slowly. It was a poem, which read as follows: 'It was the Coming of the Midnight Sun, A daughter of the Sacred Wood, Lay in a chamber of the House of the Moon, And thus shall wither like a dying star Til the touch of a virgin at dawn.'

He sat feeling uncomfortable, he wondered what Sarah was up to. "Ryan, Incase I die, do not weep by my grave." "How...like what do you mean?" He looked at her perplexed. "Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do 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 uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight.