Best Pale Yellow Poems

The End

Seeing through these cold dead eyes now,
This world looks much different.

The scars of one’s life entire,
Appear now for all to see.

What once meant everything,
Really means nothing now.

I still see and sense things mortal,
But the earthly world can’t hear my words. 

Lying on an ice-cold...

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To Dreamland on Sunset's Lullaby

Gracefully the young crescent moon
ascends the sky like a cosmic tune;
replacing the drowsy pale yellow sun
sinking on a golden glowing horizon.

To dreamland on a lullaby of silvery twilight...
to dreamland floating with music of night.

Even as shadows of day seek rest,
choirs of...

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Soaring Hawk poised high
Back drop a deep sapphire sky 
Winds in attendance

Mighty wings unfold
Caressing the Wind Spirits
They lift and support

Circling Hawk perceives
Rainbow circle on a cloud
Framed is his shadow

On oceans of blue
Snow hills of clouds seem to float
On silvered ripples

Waves swell as they curl
White manes...

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Pigtails loosen yet messed, 
twisted by pliant fingertips
of evening’s devilry…  
tracing her budding breasts,
embers gleam from a lamplight, dim…
his jerked breathing quickens to rake 
this young, tender flesh---
from pink , blood red, to pale yellow... despicable!

Invading her territory,
the blister of muffled silence
grates adolescent wails,yet…
crazed...

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I was a productive, proficient painter, long captivated by the manifold colors,
An infinite parade of hues and intensities, like tales of a thousand summers.

I worked daily at this irresistible passion, which made long, golden hours fly,
As sun stains skies in its final burst of passion,...

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The slap of sneakers on concrete,
Fill my ears with hollow sound;
Like my heart it has a beat,
Steady thumps against the ground.
My eyes are wide, to take in any light,
But not many shine in the dark.
I couldnt stand another fight,
Another sharp and mean-cutting remark.
I stop to...

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Death Comes

All arguments and denials were fruitless;
The deceased fell prey to the Master Thief.

The “One” whose icy-cold touch is . . .
Just Too Cold to Resist! . . . They Say!

No worries though . . . They Say:
“He looks so life-like!”
“He looks like he’s sleeping!”
“They...

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On the  gurgling  remains of Winter 
as she seeps back into the earth  
on a path around a lake 
flanked by the casualties of winter's breath
cattails...
brown and bent with broken heads
backs turned to the pale yellow corn stock stubble 
standing in mud...

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when the coolness of spring 
begins to fade,
in the wake of rising heat
in early April in north Indian plains,
and the golden wheat crops
shimmer in glade,
flowers of different hues
begin to lose their bright sharp sheen.  

the dry, pale yellow and brown
dead leaves of most trees,
shed...

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The curtain in my room is pale yellow, 
           With unique embroidered golden leaves on it, 
                My mother lived...

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A bouquet of canaries came calling.
A yellow rose quartette.
They expected nothing, just sweetly sang. 
Preened the pangs of life away.
They were just looking for a place to rest.

The had been flushed from the hills and valleys.
but never did they once complain.

Life continued on.
With days and...

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I thought the more focussed, the much better
Thoughts can flow easily like a delicate feather

A feather decorated with arrangements of patterns
Bursting from the dull dreary colors of the ground to the beautiful pale yellow of 
Saturn

Exploration from Saturn to the deep blues of the mysterious...

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The pale yellow sky, reminds me of a smile that never fades
From a greeting etched in memory, immune to words like cutting blades
The tall emerald trees are drawn toward the layers of light
A pillowed curtain for the baby blue skis, waiting to darken in the...

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“Of all flowers, methinks a rose is best.” – William Shakespeare, The Two Noble Kinsmen

Sweet Rose, for ages you have blessed the human race
with your beauty, elegance and grace.
You show yourself to us in so many ways . . .
as miniature, teacup, floribunda, rambler,,climber, and
as...

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a post from 2014
for my beautiful granddaughter, Alexandra

After 13 days of confinement, 
a caterpillar broke out of her butterfly egg,
Then ate the shell and pipevine leaf, 
upon which it was laid,
A small fuzzy caterpillar, 
with red spikes sticking out her sides and top,
She noticed on...

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