Best Parasol Poems

Pretty girl in pink dress, was fair with curly hair, 
Her red parasol was open, though sun wasn't there.

	Sitting on rocks, she gazed at sea and silently cried,
	I asked her what made her cry, she never replied.

Sea was roaring, violent waters touched the shore,
Step by...

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It was "The Cape" in early June
Along with her sister Vie
They had strolled down past the dunes
Under a cloudless sky

She could taste the ocean salt 
On a swirling southern breeze
In new dresses mother bought
Instead of their dungarees

On a rock, the eldest in blue
Matching ribbon in...

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Mama tells me I must shield my skin from the scorching sun
This doesn’t stop me and my friend Amy from having some fun
Amy went out exploring and picked wild roses from the bowers
I can still smell the sweet scent of these now wilting pink flowers
We...

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Standing with admiration in front of, "The Red Parasol" by: Alfred Glendening.
My thought blends and melts into the colour of every brush stroke on the canvas.

Into a daydream haze, I vanish moving slowly onto the sand.
Warm grains of sand seeping between my tan toes.
Sunlight holds...

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Summer blazed high as the sun reached its peak.
Her rosy red cheeks were truly unique.

I fell in step as we reached the beach
She changed in a bikini, I was bereft of speech.

I suggested a powerful sun lotion to screen the rays.
She could be sore for...

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One summer morning on the beach
she spies her friend, and runs to greet
this lovely child, in solitaire,
with a parasol and silken hair.

A cherub look upon one's face,
while the other smiles, still filled of grace
But both are feeling young at heart
and can't resist the sand and...

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Atop a rock, there sits a girl. A hat
adorns her head as she enjoys a chat
with her young friend beside the pretty bay
on this serene red parasol beach day.

I breathe the salty air in through my nose
and feel the warmth of sand between my toes.
I...

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I remember the painting, with a heavy heart....I
remember my best friend Valerie, how we sat and talked.
which was beating the most my heart or the sun
as in the shade of my red parasol
memories of my lost love drench my thoughts.  
How we looked up...

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Parasol Dreams


She had found it
at the stony end
of the beach,
a Red Parasol.
Its vivid color
drew her eyes,
its presence fired
her imagination.
She picked it up
giggling and twirled
the flaming red top
above her head.
Evening sun drew
a picture of a tall,
elegant, lady strolling
along the shoreline,
gentle salt breezes
rippling her golden hair,
silent footsteps...

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These short minutes of my girlhood
have lingered for years
from the day I took the shortcut 
through thickets and crickets
imagining you
standing on shore
before the turning white waves
twirling your red parasol
smiling, almost flying in wind
as you saw me emerge.

Reality slapped me down hard
crashing the shore
as you sat...

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The Red Parasol Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper


Wandering along the soft shores of Vermont,
I carry my red parasol as Bluebell shares fond
memories with me of good times with her lover.  
I listened with intent, but my mind escapes into 
vivid visions of my journey along these...

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Each day I sit upon the same wind swept boulder
watching the sun as it sinks into the Western sky.
My sister, on the larger because she's a little older.
We listen to sea gulls, so we don't hear Mother cry.

Father left years ago to make a living...

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Oh shaded beauty on the beach
who brings such classic elegance  
your lovely smile puts yonder lighthouse in the shade

such exquisite beauty sat beside the sea
so picture perfect , so resplendent in pink
Oh shaded beauty on the beach

such delightful poise and so pleasing to the...

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It’s nine forty one a.m. I’m on the computer
The sunlight covers the city this morning
While playing solitaire I paused and looked out the window
And there she was taking her morning walk

She did not see me but I smiled knowing how secure 
And tranquil she appeared...

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The Red Parasol 


Into this painting, I am drawn,
     reflecting times of long ago:
a beach with shoreline of tall grass;
     two lovely girls with skirts that flow.

How do they feel on this warm day
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