Best Orangish Poems

three tone tinted clouds 
azure, orangish and red
at sunday sunset...

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The splendid patency of the ocean so vast
Becalmed my eyes when the sunset orangish
Rimmed the depth of the blues far…
The beacon beams glinted by the ebbtide
The waves bravoed to the het up coast
By the breaking of the eventide. 
Aweary the trawler homed with a news
The...

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Day-248 “Winter’s Wrath”
From out of the north
The cold winds blew
Hell’s inferno turned blistery cold
The Devil himself all 
Bundled in ice coated steel; 
His snarly, crackling laughter
Piercing the barren air.

His staff, a brazened fork,
Pierced all who ventured out 
Searing holes in sockless shoes.
His razor sharp eyes
Turned...

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like ether, permeating all space
mesmerizing,
he walked away, head of his enemy
in his hand,

like a trophy ?
frighteningly orangish
a decapitated body shudders.

The holy war
demands its price of a joke.
The face of red and blue.

A terrible reminder of a snaky past
that kills the puppets. The hands
dance in air.

The...

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November Hunt
David J Walker

I drink coffee
 in the morning and
	I’m grateful for the warm flowing
Of Rich and bitter/black liquid from
The cast-iron percolation jukebox 
Perched on the edges of a dancing 
Mesquite campfire 

A flame addressing my needs 
       greets...

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She waits by the fence
A gentle breeze through her skirt

She waits by the fence
Aimlessly shifting her toes in the dirt

She waits by the fence
Birds overhead silently southward fly

She waits by the fence
Wiping tears from her eyes, God damn him, why

She waits by the fence
Minutes to...

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like ether, permeating all space
mesmerizing,
he walked away, head of his enemy
in his hand,

like a trophy ?
frighteningly orangish
a decapitated body shudders.

The holy war
demands its price of a joke.
The face of red and blue.

A terrible reminder of a snaky past
that kills the puppets. The hands
dance in air.

The...

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Marble 79

Marble in blended colors rolled on in red
Blue and green seen above the surface next
Turned up to be observed against the orangish dawn
Emerged, rolled over again, and it must be said, forever 
Sped past huge towers warm and calm

A round glass small, a marble...

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I had a red jeep once,
my husband rigged it up with
Christmas lights on the running board.
I was puffed up about it.

My grandparents had the best
Christmas lights; they were jewel-toned,
and bubbled up and down, like a lava lamp,
before lava lamps were a thing, back in
the 50's.

my...

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Naples perches in its own white washed stucco
Brilliant white. It almost hurts the eyes.
An irregular pitch of cliffs subsumed into terra cotta tiles
Orangish-red like scales of some headless fish
Arising from a rocky classic shore.
This, like the first Ulyssess would see of dear Penelope.
Her would-be suitors...

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A purplish black dark sky night 
Brushed the reddish moon with white 
The sun has painted the sky with orangish hues 
And tinted the stars of clarity with greenish blues 
The yellowish new sun just minutes old 
Has gild the moon a silverish gold 
When...

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Amber, yellow, dappled rogue
Maples wearing orangish hues.
Mother Natutes changing pallet
Symphony of our living planet.

Persimmon trees are red-infused
A panoply of majestic views.
The summer season fades, Alas.
Harvest moon leaves shadow dance

Then, cold winter will begin
Three whole months of bitter winds.
Sculptured hills of drifting snow
Jack Frost sings blizzard...

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The empty creek by Main 
Stones lying parched in the scorched mud
The bones dry as dust
Hummingbirds suck the last drop of dew
Oh dear earth what have we done to you

Fires still burn in deep creaves
Waiting for wind or grasses to waken them again
Breathing, Breathing, quietly...

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men used to send love letters from war, but ok now they'll feed you bread-crumbs of attention each day, while you remain caught in a cage built of lies, disguised as love.
some people often ask, “how far will you go for love?” but would the...

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