sunlight comes fro the sun which is in the sky which is higher than the sky is outer space where nothing but what is nothing? there HAS to be something there cant just be nothing.
Emma
What else can I say about sunlight.
It’s sun and it’s light.
the way it peels over my skin, how the grass turns warm during the summer
she was always barefeet, always
in those dresses and such, with her hair pulled back and her skin turning darker
i wish I could remember all of those things I promised her I would
Jessica
I would like a new word.
I need a new word.
I have know idea what else to write about sunlight.
GOSH DARN IT. WHY ISN’T THERE A NEW WORD?!?! Sunlight has been up for 2 days. This site used to update so quickly with each new day. It is so slow now. I don’t have any more to day.
i already wrote a sentence about sunlight and i can’t move on to the next word until i write another one. so here i am, writing about sunlight once again.
my life is nothing compared to sunlight. In my world i have darkness not sunlight. Sunlight doesn’t linger into my window to ask if i can play.It creeps the other corner because it knows darkness is at bay.
We carry around items. Phone. Wallet. Keys. Pens. These items serve a purpose and allow us to be as functional as possible. What we must learn to carry, more often than we do now, are the less-tangible items. Sunlight. Perspective. Confidence. These can help as much as things that will fit in your cargo pants.
The girl walked like a ghost through the field of flowers, daisies and purple wildflowers brushing against her legs, and her golden hair was radiant. Like a halo, the sunlight shone in the strands and gave her an ethereal look, to match the silent gaze from grey eyes.
Shona
Makes flowers grow and puts color in my cheeks. I get depressed when there is a lack of it in the winter. Sunlight makes my dogs lazy.
Linda Rogers
bright light summer its the coast we are married yes i love you touch me and we are together, now and for always will you love me forever? can we come here again will i remember this time Jordan you are mine and i am yours i will be better for you.
Sydney
There is something about the sun that makes me sneeze, I don’t know why, I only know I sneeze. Maybe it is detoxifying, and in rebellion my nose excretes the excess nothing that has taken residence in my nostril cavities.
J Black
shining , whispering in the trees , running down the gutters . How i cannot save anyone anymore , please take me away to see the sunlight . I had enough
enough
no more
please sunlight
no more
Colours of a setting sun fill my heart with what I can’t explain. An immaculate stain, a compliment that complements my soul, exchanging dull for beautiful, exposed, bathed, enslaved by this bright sunlight – the edge of a knife: delight in this poet’s plight.
SheRhymes
I hate mornings, with the sun shining through the partially open blinds. The sun sets on my side of the house, of course, and often I forget to shut the blinds in reverse to prevent sunlight from sneaking in. Throughout the day the sun will move across the sky, until its shining through the uncovered window above the front door that I cannot reach even with a ladder. I don’t hate the sun, but it’s pretty darn close.
sunlight comes fro the sun which is in the sky which is higher than the sky is outer space where nothing but what is nothing? there HAS to be something there cant just be nothing.
What else can I say about sunlight.
It’s sun and it’s light.
the way it peels over my skin, how the grass turns warm during the summer
she was always barefeet, always
in those dresses and such, with her hair pulled back and her skin turning darker
i wish I could remember all of those things I promised her I would
I would like a new word.
I need a new word.
I have know idea what else to write about sunlight.
GOSH DARN IT. WHY ISN’T THERE A NEW WORD?!?! Sunlight has been up for 2 days. This site used to update so quickly with each new day. It is so slow now. I don’t have any more to day.
you need to put up a new word already
i already wrote a sentence about sunlight and i can’t move on to the next word until i write another one. so here i am, writing about sunlight once again.
sunlight lets me feel alive.
my life is nothing compared to sunlight. In my world i have darkness not sunlight. Sunlight doesn’t linger into my window to ask if i can play.It creeps the other corner because it knows darkness is at bay.
We carry around items. Phone. Wallet. Keys. Pens. These items serve a purpose and allow us to be as functional as possible. What we must learn to carry, more often than we do now, are the less-tangible items. Sunlight. Perspective. Confidence. These can help as much as things that will fit in your cargo pants.
It’s warm. A perfect shade of bright white tinted with yellow making you smile. That’s the color of sunlight. Warm and smiling.
The sunlight brushes my hair and cheeks as I walk, caressing me in its warmth. The day had not been good, but the sun warmed my soul.
The girl walked like a ghost through the field of flowers, daisies and purple wildflowers brushing against her legs, and her golden hair was radiant. Like a halo, the sunlight shone in the strands and gave her an ethereal look, to match the silent gaze from grey eyes.
Makes flowers grow and puts color in my cheeks. I get depressed when there is a lack of it in the winter. Sunlight makes my dogs lazy.
bright light summer its the coast we are married yes i love you touch me and we are together, now and for always will you love me forever? can we come here again will i remember this time Jordan you are mine and i am yours i will be better for you.
There is something about the sun that makes me sneeze, I don’t know why, I only know I sneeze. Maybe it is detoxifying, and in rebellion my nose excretes the excess nothing that has taken residence in my nostril cavities.
shining , whispering in the trees , running down the gutters . How i cannot save anyone anymore , please take me away to see the sunlight . I had enough
enough
no more
please sunlight
no more
Colours of a setting sun fill my heart with what I can’t explain. An immaculate stain, a compliment that complements my soul, exchanging dull for beautiful, exposed, bathed, enslaved by this bright sunlight – the edge of a knife: delight in this poet’s plight.
I hate mornings, with the sun shining through the partially open blinds. The sun sets on my side of the house, of course, and often I forget to shut the blinds in reverse to prevent sunlight from sneaking in. Throughout the day the sun will move across the sky, until its shining through the uncovered window above the front door that I cannot reach even with a ladder. I don’t hate the sun, but it’s pretty darn close.