Sun, that Wretch

A radiant sun overhead,

singing glory and praise.

Bathing in warmth,

spreading light;

rays like greedy fingers fumbling for your eyes.

You are blinded, led to folly;

to enjoying the warmth, the joy you found,

not to forget about vitamin D.

So to the sun, that wretch, keeping us alive;

'I guess you're okay,

though you'll still be my demise.'

Author's Note

My first poem ever, wrote it during a recess. What should I do better next time I decide to do a poem?

Reviews

[Solar]

Not dazzled by the sun, the poem sees through no rosy-tinted glasses.

[Briana Noël Manzan..]

Ha, the title immediately grabbed my attention and the poem did not disappoint! Funny, clever, yet insightful. I greatly enjoyed reading this.

[Mikael Malmberg]

Thanks! Poems are not really my forté but I'm glad that you enjoyed this one.

[Sami Khalil]

You can't help but like this poem...Thank you for penning...:)

[Mikael Malmberg]

Thank you! It's probably missing a stanza somewhere inbetween, but I'm glad you liked it. :)

[Sami Khalil]

OK. You are welcome...:)

[Nienor Niniel]

I'm not anything of a poet, so I can't really give any advice about writing a poem. I liked this, though. But why do you want the sun to go to Hell? :p

[Mikael Malmberg]

I'm not going to explain my poems to anyone

[Mikael Malmberg]

:P