Inspiration: sunshine

Inspiration: sunshine

Is there anything more beautiful than sunshine? According to many writers, it’s more than worth to write about this! Let me take the time to find some beautiful words from others about sunshine.

A Gleam Of Sunshine


By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

This is the place. Stand still, my steed,
Let me review the scene,
And summon from the shadowy Past
The forms that once have been.


The Past and Present here unite
Beneath Time’s flowing tide,
Like footprints hidden by a brook,
But seen on either side.


Here runs the highway to the town;
There the green lane descends,
Through which I walked to church with thee,
O gentlest of my friends!


The shadow of the linden-trees
Lay moving on the grass;
Between them and the moving boughs,
A shadow, thou didst pass.


Thy dress was like the lilies,
And thy heart as pure as they:
One of God’s holy messengers
Did walk with me that day.


I saw the branches of the trees
Bend down thy touch to meet,
The clover-blossoms in the grass
Rise up to kiss thy feet,


“Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares,
Of earth and folly born!”
Solemnly sang the village choir
On that sweet Sabbath morn.


Through the closed blinds the golden sun
Poured in a dusty beam,
Like the celestial ladder seen
By Jacob in his dream.


And ever and anon, the wind,
Sweet-scented with the hay,
Turned o’er the hymn-book’s fluttering leaves
That on the window lay.


Long was the good man’s sermon,
Yet it seemed not so to me;
For he spake of Ruth the beautiful,
And still I thought of thee.


Long was the prayer he uttered,
Yet it seemed not so to me;
For in my heart I prayed with him,
And still I thought of thee.


But now, alas! the place seems changed;
Thou art no longer here:
Part of the sunshine of the scene
With thee did disappear.


Though thoughts, deep-rooted in my heart,
Like pine-trees dark and high,
Subdue the light of noon, and breathe
A low and ceaseless sigh;


This memory brightens o’er the past,
As when the sun, concealed
Behind some cloud that near us hangs
Shines on a distant field.

To describe sunshine with words like these, is just amazing. Maye a little long. There is also the possibility to write something shorter.

Walt Whitman Quote

Walt Whitman

Some people are so much sunshine to the square inch.

To be honest, this isn’t really a poem. But I wanted to have a good excuse to citate Walt Whitman. Whitman was also a poet, but he wrote poetry that most people of his time (the Nineteenth Century) didn’t understand. Yes folks, he wrote this thing called free verse. As it comes down to free verse, anything seems possible. It takes a little get used to, but you will love this form of poetry.

Okay, this is really off topic. The poem he wrote titled “A clear midnight” is the exact opposite of what we are discussing here; sunshine. To really go off topic, I will citate Whitman on this.

A clear midnight

By Walt Whitman

THIS is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the worldess,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lessons done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou
loves best
Night sleep, death and the stars

Right, we’re discussing death again, by citating Whitman. Death seems to be an important subject when it comes to poetry. To end with a more positive note then. A poem by Ariel Smith. Because sunshine is also used many times as a metaphor.

You are my sunshine

By Ariel Smith


You are my sunshine.
You send color to my gray.
When I’m in tears.
You blow my heartbreak away.
You make me happy when times are down.
You turn my world upside and around.
You catch my tears in your hand.
When I’m in terror you understand.
When I’m falling to the ground.
You catch me and twirl my heart around.
When I’m surrounded by darkness within the night.
You come around and cast your light.
If you weren’t here I don’t know what I’d do.
Sunshine, I really love you.


You are my umbrella when it rains.
You cover me up when I’m in vain.
You hold me in times of need.
You are my bandage when I bleed.
When I’m lonely and times are rough.
You love me more than enough.
You are my sunshine in times of rain.
Please tell me you love me again.

What is your vision on sunshine?

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