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Best Whitish Poems

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Premium Member To Pink Or Not To Pink
When I went to bed last night, my hair was fairer,
Yet when I looked at the mirror today, a stranger was there,
More grey than fair,...

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Categories: whitish, hair,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member Dancing In the Moonlight
I lounged in silence,
Overwhelmed by beauty,
Invigorated and at peace
Beneath the graceful willow.

In this tranquil state
I felt and absorbed
The hazy waning shafts of moonlight
Interlaced with wafts...

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Categories: whitish, appreciation, flower, night,
Form: Free verse
Inner Beauty
(INNER BEAUTY) :
Words donot define beauty.
People donot define beauty.
Looks donot define beauty.
You define beauty 
In your depth 
In your speech,
In your mind.
Beauty is not about...

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Categories: whitish, beauty, dedication, destiny, devotion,
Form: Epic
Premium Member Song of The White Willow No 6: AABB
Venture advances, the future ... occurs,
the White Willow trees, best found by rivers
edge. Salix alba, and 'Tristis' means sad,
hence, 'Weeping', yet the essence seems to...

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© Hilo Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: whitish, allusion, analogy, appreciation, beautiful,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
Premium Member Juozas Miltinis Learning Years In Paris
It was September 
Of one thousand 
Nine hundred seven
The end of summer
With apples lying thickly
Under the apple trees
And the smell of Autumn
Covering the grass
Filled with...

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Categories: whitish, art, destiny, french, history,
Form: Bio



Premium Member Phantas-Ma-Goria
               awakes, striding seamlessly towards the
     ...

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Categories: whitish, passion, romance,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Soul Stance River - 25
Christ!
A warparty of 60 Shoshone warriors has just stampeded into the meadow
faces painted red and white for blood and death, all sorts of strange designs,
bows...

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Categories: whitish, adventure,
Form: Epic
Rip
R.I.P.
by Michael R. Burch

When I am lain to rest
and my soul is no longer intact, 
but dissolving, like a sunset
diminishing to the west...

and when at...

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Categories: whitish, death, dream, funeral, grave,
Form: Verse
Outstanding Personality
OUTSTANDING PERSONALITY  :
There are times in all of our lives 
When we feel as though
no one truly knows us.
In the midst of happiness or...

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Categories: whitish, family, husband, marriage, parents,
Form: Free verse
An English Castle
In a dreary county castle,
a ghost from the past is seen to dwell.
It haunts the castle battlements,
and walks the halls at night.
It walks the halls...

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Categories: whitish, evil,
Form: Sestina
Dearest Mother
When I was a mere half grown boy
There was one thing that brought me joy
Animals; silken and fleecy 
Like look much better lying still and...

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Categories: whitish, anger, crazy, death, horror,
Form: Ballad
Do You Believe In Angels
Diane, a Christian University student, was visiting
some hometown friends while on a summer vacation
from College.
  She was catching up on all the stories her...

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Categories: whitish, angel,
Form: Narrative
Perserverance Breeds Success
PERSERVERANCE BREEDS SUCCESS

Jss One was an insult, I cried
Like time should hit full stop,
My breakfast was sweet without
Salt,
My parents tasted like this evil
Citrus,
I continued to...

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Categories: whitish, artsweet, sweet,
Form: Ballade
Bus 333
Bus 333           

Thank you bus 333
For being there for me all day long,
You wake even...

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Categories: whitish, care, moving on,
Form: Epic
Caesura Aquatica
Voyagers, convene thyselves to return, among us...
Caesura, crown nigh clod, a sylph unwept,
elision thy silhouette, meno thy minuet...
Thine late occurence on thee, wake of cerise...

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© R.G. Inigo  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: whitish, adventure, happiness, imagination, mother,
Form: Iambic Pentameter

Book: Shattered Sighs