Blushed Poems - Poems about Blushed

...Where fleecy clouds, on rosy-quilt meandered, Motifs amethystine wowed tangerine horizon Embroidering on magenta arc, designs crimson, Beckoned by blushed-musings of marigold sun Spraying amber g......Read the rest...

...He said I was pretty and I blushed. He started celebrating When I agreed. We were blessed in church For my new role at home. He showed me his world And I built his home. Then I got that j......Read the rest...

... Blushed rose shaking hands with hues of cerulean, bluish sighs in pinkish alibis, softly whispering to the lilacs, gently blowing, through the winds of amethyst, a vision of majes......Read the rest...

...Tidal connection, wild flowers woo a Clownfish; Anemone bond, give in give up a little; Flourish and flow together. Seeds of ambrosia, birds fight over leftovers; Mammals with munchies pass......Read the rest...

...Tidal connection, wild flowers woo a Clownfish; Anemone bond. Seeds of ambrosia, birds fight over leftovers; Mammals with munchies. Dancing Bryony playing both sides of the coin, grant d......Read the rest...

...no words could explain my feelings for her or capture the intensity of how it feels to look at her. i could tell you her eyes are like the glistening water on a stream in summer next to a bed o......Read the rest...

... Without you my words are an unadorned poem. By poet. At the edge of silence this soul screams, unable to save the decaying flowers in her garden of deceit. When her sadness is in love ......Read the rest...

...Springtime, you always arrive so gently, as high school proms bring tears of friends who know they must soon part. I will try not to weep of fifty-six years ago, as I see the vision of my sibling......Read the rest...

...This is a poem about the University city of Cambridge in the UK , although I have only been there a few times , I decided to write a poem about it. Lord Bryon one of the great romantic poets kept a B......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cold and bleak is its curtain. The holiday festivities are over. Time to curl up and hibernate until spring beckons with its golden hand and floral call. Just two mon......Read the rest...

...two women dressed up for tea in floral and spiked shoes their hot Brazilian coffee was spiked just a little bit too. When their men came by to go fishing that day They saw their old women riding a......Read the rest...

...In glamor-light of sunset a new crowd of cumulus clouds arrive and revive a sepia sky-scene— unworldly woolgatherers gather spinning fantasy fluff into quixotic yarns of debutantes dancing with ......Read the rest...

...To My Love To my love, The flower you gave me last week, The blushed rose, It is dropping, and weak, Sorrowful, and miserable, Knowing very well I don’t like roses, You got them for ME? ......Read the rest...

...I'd chosen you as my flunky - Your hair - Neanderthal red, You'd hurry towards my shrill calling, De-cloth me and roll me to bed. 'Textured', you woo-ed, 'mild and creamy', Said I'd never last......Read the rest...

...when maples blushed red, you came as a whiff of air, nudging into me. I drift to a reverie, in which I so love to drown ......Read the rest...