Love Poems About Sunspots or Sunspots Love Poems
by Johnette Loefgren |
Categories: passion,

Solar Sailors

      on convection currents
           let the heat waves take you higher
Sunspots on the eye of reason
      bright obsessive radiation,

casting shadows on  the desert
       rippling on the rolling ocean
             rise and fall across the mountains

leaning out against the sunset
      burning sails on the horizon,

Solar sailors, lost in love.

by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories: imagery, love, morning,

A Cockcrow In Lace

the sunspots ensconced behind howdy-do curtains a cockcrow in lace white watering can french blue white sprouts of ivy deep green unhackneyed eggs bright brown the pale yellow sun flickers snow and no one wears silk nightgowns as knees fall, and wrinkles like weeds are read on the backside of palms that hurry the yolks and sizzle the bacon, pour coffee into old cups one for the geezer who grumps but puckers up for his buttercup

by Johnette Loefgren |
Categories: lost love, passion,

Sunspots On the Face of Dawn

We feel the changes
of the seasons
still we stay 
for our own reasons
I because the time recalls
when we nearly had it all
He because
his olive skin
reflects the sun,
absorbs his friends
our cabana
sags and shivers
near the winter line
that quivers
on my lips
the margaritas
salty spray
on senoritas
gliding by him
on the sands
I am sick and weak 
of hands
Yesterday we sailed
the harbor
silent,strong and filled
with ardor
By tommorow
we'll be gone
sunspots on 
the face of dawn.

by Tony Bush |
Categories: life, nature, people, places, sea, social, universe,


Sunspots stain the smoking lenses,
sedation shades the restless sea,
gradients of tangerine 
kiss surface burned tranquility.
Beyond the dreams of hungry eyes,
skyline licked by orange tongues,
street lights blinking into graves,
microcosmic dying suns.
Bleeding hearts on promenades
patrol the run down pallisades,
a universe breeds parallels
of purple prose and love parades.
Beyond the humpback of the bridge,
through latticed bones of iron rust,
sinks the orange basketball,
liquid gold to dirt and dust.
Dreamless sleepers congregate
as fading strands crawl on the skies,
and loneliness concealed within
then laughs until it crys.

by Ina Goodling |
Categories: art, beauty, color, creation, poetry,

Painting Poems

Pools of blue moonbeams
Shimmer silver in the night
And rippling with rhyme
These words begin to write

Cascading rainbows
Are rivers in the sky
The indigos and violets
Sing a lullaby

The morning’s rosy fingers
Add a touch of love
And the golden glow of sunset
Is a psalm from up above

Memories and mirages
Are moments lost in mist
While sunspots and dewdrops
Add a pleasant twist

These are the tools of artists
Taken to the extreme
These are life’s ingredients
And the stuff of dreams.

by Bill Keen |
Categories: cat, love, wife, wine,

A Place To Be

A Place to
		I hope that Sally is where
		there are cats that curl
		in sunspots on a floor
		and readers who peruse
		novels slowly from cover
		to cover through long
		Sunday afternoons.
		Or it could be Monday
		when the washing is done
		and the red beans are steeping.
		I would make my way there
		to make the memory mine
		with a nice bottle of wine.