Best Mauves Poems

Called to journey
Through the passageway of my heart
I close the door and turn
Exposing myself in full surrender

Fuzzy whiteness vibrates around me
A fleecy cocoon tickles my limbs
I feel your fingertips calling out to me
Royal turquoise butterflies appear
Leading the way onward

Dissolving light waves reveal
Frolicking foam caressing sandy...

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Deep within my hidden pastel dreams
are soft sweet colors of a newborn spring
dressed up in mauves and pinks and windham creams
while giving hope to love and all it brings.

Painted in the colors of the dawn,
like pinks and purples of the morning sky,
magenta dreams will bloom...

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I ride the vibrant crests
Of a tangerine moon
Glowing across stardust ridges
Where inspiration tickles
My heart with laughing dewdrops

I drift on the edge of a smiling
Emerald forest filled with
Whispery pines and strong oaks
All the trees remind me why
The birds make a home on branches
With their bristling, dancing...

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in silence i stand
wistful recollections
censure this mind
unfolding fragility of fate
lost in soft shadows of time
nothings irreplaceable

death's cold hand touches me
between the whispers and the sighs
of lingering memories

awakening
deep inclinations
that taunt me 
in your ruins

silently abstracted
one last tear
fragile as raindrop
falls beyond 
the clouds part
in the break
of dusk

beauty...

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Colors dancing ‘cross the canvas
from the artist’s seasoned brush;
hues of reds and mauves and blues all
waltzing slowly in a hush.

Swaying softly to the music
drifting calmly through my mind;
the poetry of colors, and their
gentle beauty undefined.

Closing eyes I see a sunset,
hear a tender twilight tune,
see the...

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For still there are so many things that I have never seen: in every wood in every spring there is a different green. - J. R. R. Tolkien

Stunning light reflects the music,
Softly playing in hues of beautiful,
Dreamy buds, inspired by the sun,
Whisper hope in gentle...

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I leave footprints in the wet sand.

They meander with no rhyme or reason

headed towards a pastel sunset

where pinks and mauves touch

the deepening hue of the beach.

The colours ... just beyond my reach...

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CAN  YOU  SPEAK  WOMAN?

I can speak French and sometimes Chinese
I can also speak cat with some ease
When he  miaows at me as he goes
I mimic his call and he  knows
When the dog barks I reply
Even the horse and I see...

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I have a small secret confession to make, 
And I’ll tell you about it right now.
It’s a fetish I have with the skin on my face, 
Above and below my eyebrow.

I love to tattoo small spots and freckles, 
Just like the young kids who have...

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Oh mighty tree whose leaves look on fire
Vibrant orange, red colours spiralling
like feathers, raising ones hopes and desire
gently with aplomb on the trail falling.

Scrunch is the sound children make as they run
tossing the leaves and laughing together
soon to be Christmas with family fun
memories etched in...

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She remembered when they first met,
he promised her anything,
and she lay in his arms cradling the golden moon
he had plucked out of the sky and placed at her feet, 
and when she asked for a necklace of stars, he had
picked the finest ones out of...

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We watched the sun,
The blue sky fading away;
Pinks, blues, mauves mingling,
Finally the sun falling into the earth.

Then you kissed me,
With lips sweetly gentle;
My world spun out of control,
And from that moment and that kiss.

My life has changed,
For you were my forever;
My very reason for breathing,
My...

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gold pink orange dawn
rise up refreshed in sunshine
like a fragrant bloom

in torrid noon hour
emerald green and jaded
birds sing to summer

reds mauves turn dusky
shadows lengthen into night
glimmering moonbeams

midnight of dreaming
diamond stars are twinkling fire
music in the night...

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I go to the edge of the world
And I find
Yellows and oranges
Reds, scarlets, mauves, and burgundies
All congested together
Into a blasting color display
Turning the blue gradually
Into black nothingness
And bringing the darkening sky
Black behind the tail
Of the solar ball
As the sun sets
These colors get darker
Until darkness comes
At...

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Dark green is my jealousy, red is my love
Purple is for righteous anger
And that from heaven above.
Blue is my humour side
But it is really quite pale.
Brown is for misery,
But we don’t want to hear that tale...

Golden is my namesake
For that I am not to blame
It...

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