Best Yellowy Poems

Hereabouts the thinning glades
Of sparse grey Birches:
Brackens crisp copper tresses 
All aglow;
Gently waking Snowdrops
Lift their sleepy heads
From leafy beds of woodland moil,
When tucked snugly up,
Out...

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Listen to the whispering's of the unhushed winds gently echoing,
Ever so softly swaying, as through a tender exhaled breath of warmth,
Delicately reawakening mother earth from...

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Alone I arrive, walking from Frederick
over the gaps, across gentle hills
out onto a knoll
overlooking this burnished landscape.
Before me I see countless writhing rows
of indiscernible shapes...

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 The hope of the living

None would hope, like a destitute, by the roadside to rot,
With their eyes and other vitals, by the vultures pecked...

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I have lay dormant for too long now
slept in the shadows,undiscovered.
Until the all knowing mind and
excited eye of a Masai shepherd
extracts me from my mountainous...

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Living

Paddling through life’s strong currents
Untitled my existence

A name means not much on Tuesday
Maybe more on Sunday
Or less
A tear defines a being?
How many, how strong, how...

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Create Life Colour Me
Once upon a barren time, in the days of silent film
Colour code gene was lacking, across the whole wide world
Everything was blackybobs,...

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Once upon a time, in the days of silent film
Colour was banned in the whole wide world
Everything was black, white and grey
Black was night and...

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My mother was a life-long keeper of photo albums. 
She had several of them saved from her youth 
filled with black and white faded to...

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Blue rainbow in the sky
It is such a beautiful day
In this colorful rainbow
you can see all the colors
blue and white and green and red
so yellowy,...

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sitting
there
looking
like
something
of
a sunrise
pine 
cone
all
yellowy
&
as if it was
dipped
in 
ruby
red
grapefruit
juice
it
smiles
at 
you 
with
the 
gritty
gross
intent
of 
a 
priest
about
to
break
all
his
vows
&
while
the
aptly
named
prayer
plant
of 
the 
forest
offers
up
those
same
shallow
little
nothings
for
all 
the
other
plant
life
to 
drown
in,
that
is 
no
reason
to
condemn
it 
for 
being
perty....

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She turned to the sunlight  And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:  “Winter is dead.”
—A. A. Milne

Y our old-fashioned lemony pie
E...

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Down by the soily brook they go, under the woody bridge. 
The Featherly Elfins make their home to hide from the Blustery Fridge.
Made of snow...

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In this world, everyone looks at it
for it controls all of our life
from day of birth till one's last breath
it can't be cut not even...

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Silent Trumpets.
.
The yellowy trumpets 
In great abundance
Are blown but make no sound
The crowds of blue bells remain silent
Without ringing 
 Upon the shady ground
All so...

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