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POEM STARTER

Inspired by The Author

"Do you think the sun gets lonely up there?"

Use this piece of speech in a story or poem.

Writings

Mr. Golden Sun

Do you think the sun gets lonely up there?!

As it shines down on the world.

Bright and quietly seen.

Glanced at everyday by the world below,

Being talked about constantly and I wonder if it knows.


We tell you to shine down on us,

Radiate your glow to the world.

You work so hard to bring us new days,

Sometimes you can be intense so we hide in the shade.


You help create the best pictures,

Chang...

Perhaps it likes us

Why should the Sun

in all its glory

care about company

when its radiance is enough

to blind a curious observer


Why should the Sun

bring light and life

to a people who seek war

like it is the very

air we breathe


Why should the Sun

in all its majesty

like to shine down

from so far away

on us?


I can only think

that the Sun

has taken quite

a liking

to us...

Lonely Up There

Do you think the sun gets lonely up there?

Atop his thrown above the clouds

Looking down on the people where

His shadow cannot be found?


Bringer of light and warmth and day

He moves across the skies alone

Sharing himself along the way

Searching for a place called home.


Do you think the moon gets jealous at night?

Surrounded by the countless stars

Who do not beg nor borrow light

From a foreig...

Do The Body

“Do you think the sun gets lonely up there?”


My head whips up to the sky, my eyes squinting as I look at the bright star,


Simply a blurry bulb.


How can a star, in fables and tales, of love and life, ever get lonely?


For it may be in the vastness of blue,


Eyes have forever embraced its body....

The Sun

Do you think the sun gets lonely up there?

Floating around brightly without a care


Do You think it knows just how important it is?

As big as it is and How much we need it to live


Do you think it knows it’s level of inspiration ?

How it rises each day for each generation


Do you think it knows how much it’s admired ?

How both its brightness and warmth are desired


Do you think it shines it’s br...

The sun

Do you think the sun gets lonely up there

do you think he wants a friend

Does he feel far away

unloved

and alone

Does he need a friend

to hug him tight

and tell him he’s ok

Does he need anything

or nothing at all

Does the sun want to be left alone

to shrivel up and die

kill us all in the process

we almost stick together

right?

Does the sun want family

to love and to care

children of his own

a l...

Too Cold For Fireflies

Do you think the sun gets lonely up there,

Trying to show the lesser stars that they too can radiate at the same frequency?

I’ll bet the moon is tired of changing the tides

Just to feel low when they’re high.


Memories of summer keep me warm.

I remember the heat,

Feeling sensual in the sense I wanted to rip off my skin

To feel lighter in spirit.


I wanted something within me to be luminous

Like th...

The Sun Gets Lonely Sometimes

“Do you think the sun gets lonely up there?”


Well, obviously.

The sun never gets a break.

Even when the sun stops shining for _you_

The sun is expected to shine for someone else.

The sun doesn’t get to sleep.

The sun doesn’t get the cool refresher of the night.

The sun doesn’t even know that exists.

The sun keeps shining, shining, shining.

Because that’s its only purpose,

That’s the only reason y...

Summer’s Eve

“Do you think the sun gets lonely up there?” Maria said as she laid next to Marshont.

“Do you think her lover is the Moon?”

Marshont says in reply.

The two laid in silence for a brief moment before looking over at one another.

Gazing into each other’s eyes they both smile.

Maria reaches over to grab Marshont’s hand when suddenly they hear a big commotion outside in the courtyard.

The two sit ...

“Our Future Rests Among The Stars”

My arms are moving on wide arks, dashing lines across the board. The chalk leaves dust in the air, my hands flying through the clouds, scrawling wildly, as if my last moments are here and these are my final words. My eyes are flicking between points, erasing, redrawing, erasing, more lines. I’m out of breath and my arms hurt, but I’m not done. So close, but not done. Finally, I draw the last line....