Beige Poems - Poems about Beige

...Lemon tinted phase gilded skyline blown by ethereal fused mist eager bard imbued opal dream flotilla beyond tarnish while flash point chariots of gleam-well canvass astir or astern perfo......Read the rest...

...FIRE! UPDATED 1998 IN 2021 BY COVERUPS PAYOFFS GARGANO FAKED HIS OWN DEATH MEMORIAL DAY 1999 THE CAR BOMB THAT ENDED MY LIFE AT LEAST AS I'VE KNOWN IT ON THIS DAY THE SKY WAS SO BLUE RIDING ALONG C......Read the rest...

...Recipe for Beauty To Whom it May Concern, (I'm thinking God…but others say Mother Nature is to blame. Still others believe Evolution,but to 'You’, just the same…) At risk of sounding a ‘know-......Read the rest...

... Noelle Cottage straddles ledges of grey, Extending into waters of Casio Bay, Along Small Point’s shoreline of Atlantic Ocean, Observing forest, sky, and ocean devotion. Feather......Read the rest...

...O maiden fair whose elegant space that I, a little ant has found grace It’s true that the breath of the devil resurrects Death But your beauty can raise both Death and the devil to ......Read the rest...

...Dew drops grace green grasses Soothing like my pearly power shower I choose the right outfit for an orange day Under the fruit bowl by Vincent Van Gogh Breakfast bar stool welcomes hungry hips ......Read the rest...

...They make me wonder--- What fingers wove the tapestry of their being! The splash of violet here, mauve there, white with red stripes— They stand tall and do not bend till the wind forces them to. ......Read the rest...

...Pain settles in quite instantly your senses are totally unprepared for this graveness the notion to sleep sets in like an energetic twilight phase the injury abruptly strangles thought my ears......Read the rest...

...It’s a chill and rainy Saturday night in New Haven - it’s Superbowl eve! My roommates Leong, Anna and Lisa and I were playing a game of Upwards - it’s a scrabble-like word game and we’re all strangel......Read the rest...

...This was last Christmas - 39 days ago - doesn’t that seem like ancient history? We were in Lisa’s (parent’s) 50th floor flat, in Manhattan. It was mid-morning, we’d done the present thing, and it......Read the rest...

...My love tastes like strawberry wine He is made from fruit of my mind I prayed for his chocolate divine Kisses so engaging one loses time My love smells like frosted rain Dripping intoxicating ......Read the rest...

...I was a world famous fashion designer, and quite enraptured with the new, Like first caress of pink, peach dawn light, smiling at the full moon's taboo. I adored laboring with colors I loved, in ......Read the rest...

... The silent song of Chester Gray, a murderous affair This quiet soul of little word, not known of him to share This eve upon a moaning moor, a pier of rotted wood A body lay a......Read the rest...

...Her colors are outrageous the grays and tans said. I loved them myself, so thought they were off in their head. The other kids loved Auntie’s slather of gorgeous hues too. For blah beige-type colo......Read the rest...

...The bubbling boiling water Sends the cushion of tea leaves afloat The flavours burst out breaking free. The swirling golden shadows Quickly shade to honey brown... Oh. The luxury of Tea! The......Read the rest...