Brownish Red Poems - Poems about Brownish Red

...the back of my hands are spotted with brownish red splotches and dashes they are as wrinkly as a Chinese dog blue veins are popping up in ugliness so this is why old women wear gloves! the same ......

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...white and brownish-red so beautiful two tone! what a great afternoon!!......

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...When We Know A Cool Apple Cider Would Be Nice Brownish red hues emitted from angry red skies Such depths of emotions sometimes are born from lies Much as rattle-snake rings it tails before it bi......

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...Morning shines solar gold in the freshness of the dawn... Noon, the sun at its high, caressing the landscape with igneous joy... The evening melancholy brownish red creates an impasse betwe......

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...Cardinals swoop in Snatching tiny crunchy stars Up in their beaks Those little brownish red stars Must be tasty I think But I am not going to try them Robin appears next Gives me a carefu......

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...Words written in scrambled lines lines filled with words words that determined my fate fate of my grade. A war that began 13 weeks ago with hope and nothing but hope we hoped the river to cro......

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...A robin sits fat and puffed eyeing the leaves scattered in the melting flow amidst the winter waning snow. She pecks upon the ground until some savory sustenance is found, be it ......

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...Through April and May not a single Indian has been noticed along all the serpentine bends of this rambunctious river, however I feel we are being espied by a jealous warparty immortal in it's prot......

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...The leaves are down and now are dead. What once was green, now brownish red. The spirit lives beyond the season. Even beyond a world of treason. It's only natural to live and die. But in betwe......

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..."Dear Time" Thank you for being patient, Thank you for understanding I'm human, after all. Forgive me for all the mischievous prank calls. Much of what I said and done, was out of fun. Now, I ......

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...HEART OF RUST Today is another day. My heart is turning brownish-red. I walked away with nothing to say. My words are now all rusted. Without regretting yesterday. I hide behind the face of the de......

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...For kids Nothing beats peanut butter So says Skippy So says Jiff It can nourish (Ah yes But it can kill) With kids can cause a large degree of happiness Nothing beats peanut butter Always a ......

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