Best Pistachio Poems

Some girl named me 'Pistachio'
where she walked beside the sea.
What she's called, I'll never know,
but she seemed quite sweet to me.

Her brother caught me on...

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Here, I scribble a letter 
to the rhapsodical rose, 
dipping my quill in 
stardust that slips 
like a violet waterfall 
from the tips of 
white...

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Come join me at the water's edge
Where orange lilies grow
And tiny blossoms grace the sedge
Brown and pistachio
Wet mossy rocks, dark emerald green
Make music with its...

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  As heartrose epitaphs
swathe earthly echoes
   with swelled up  w a v e s
  of spiritual sirens,
sea-fairies collide
  with...

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This poem is a special devotion for my mother, who has always been a healing sun for these wintry eyes. Mumma, you're my hope, my...

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When the season of splendor sprinkles 
the scent of sprightliness,
when the koels and kingfishers sing hymns of hope 
and merrily waltz their wings of chartreuse...

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My daughter's getting married
To a super guy called Tom,
It's really fast approaching,
It won't be very long.

The wedding dress is sorted,
The venue and the flowers,
The music...

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Always having a problem with dairy,
having adverse side effects pretty fairly,
but being deprived of ice cream is just too much,
whereupon walking down frozen desserts aisle...

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Stretched along the silent winter garden
  thrives a cold, dark dirt blanketed in olive decaying leaves.
Beneath the food of natural fertilizers, life emerges from...

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Carrots for breakfast, carrots for lunch, Carrots for dinner, crunch, baby, crunch.
What are your immediate feelings about soup on a plate?
Vegetable and broccoli potato are...

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At the Parisian Ball

wrapped in finest gowns

of virgin-snow, sugar-rose

and washed-out pistachio pastels

The  hour-glass shapes

 with tied narrow waists

waltzed with gallant men

togged up in midnight-dusk...

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Jump into pistachio talc
and fly on mists a'sparkle
Dripping off me is butterfly dust
Stand up and you can follow
Dive off the chair you sit in
to streams...

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With the dawning of every new day
Comes the chance for my mood to change
It's really no secret how this I do
As I don the apparel...

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When Neptune's 
nostalgic sighs, 
weave ruffled rosaries 
of brocade ink, 
bleeding from 
blackberry wrinkles 
in torrential time, 
I wonder if 
herculean eyes
of my earthen heart,...

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The caged bird sings with a fearful trill, of things unknown, but longed for still, and his tune is heard on the distant hill, for...

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