Burgundy Poems - Poems about Burgundy

i g n o r a n c e~ is a rhyme without soul an art of f a d i n g into oblivion... like crestfallen tulips twirling through tethered rays in the midst of seething sighs... and I am more than the blazing thorn of a phoenix rose moon,  infused in scarlet elixirs of a sorcerous twilight, weaving l o v e...

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There are times when it is safe to be in one’s body As in the time of family way caressing my ribs Baby who lives because I do with such flare Tiny little feet kicking me deep in my innards Such sharp joyous yellow pains tattoo my brain braided with all the names and things to be for sweet babe The...

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Fruits of a long day black cherries in sundown skies Then deep purple night We've long loved the sun but now greet dusky shadows The platinum moon sends rich luster from afar in the wild rose phase The birds have not sung lately It's just a sign of the time...

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My fingers are blood red, but not bloody. If adults were here they might be wondering; it looks like Kool-Aid. Most probably from my handy burgundy hair dye touch up paint. I spritz a bit of it on my part when I start to look like a red skunk. Luckily I work with children who have not noticed that...

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Burgundy devil doll of Dumpkins City, You are intimidating but amazingly pretty. We have heard that you can also be a tiny bit witty. But we are afraid of you , me and my cat, Itty Bitty....

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a burgundy bloom sunset colored deepest red a bright day garden and lush green surrounds in the silence of summer warm winds are blowing peach sunshine gleaming as I sit on my porch stair enjoying these days...

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Up came the sunshine richly golden, Until the afternoon of deep orange, When fragrant blooms had their way! Richly golden to deep orange, then- Burgundy down. Burgundy down. After that all day color light show! For during every hour nature awaits, The loving hand of the Master of Fates! He guides bluejays and paints blooms, And He visits all the prayerful rooms. In the afternoon of...

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My brand new sleek automobile, My dewy rose with scent appeal, Sparkling rubies, beauty's ideal, Cherries and cream after a meal. Sunset skies of the lazy days, Valentine heart, during love craze, Wafting fall leaf, in sunny blaze, A sequined gown sure to amaze! Large dahlias, welcome delight, Gorgeous nebulae, stars of night, A color of some birds in flight, And also the wine, rich and...

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MIqkk5uUcdg Nocturnal lanterns lit in the backdrop of one beautiful night even the moon with her quandary essence of infantile light cannot compare to the quick silver memory of her poetic sea; As she quietly endorses each faery star she is bathed in afterglow and is lead down a path of cranberry...

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Burgundy My dear Burgundy, I heard a purple, splendid tapping Burgundy you color my heart, my soul You, Oh!, so you said only this you’re in trappings red I crave the crimson, cerulean canary yellow this I dread And the rubies never overdrawing And the rubies always daunting Ever so settle, I am shorn of my bedfellow Violet. . . Burgundy you color my...

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burgundy flower instills aroma as sweet wine 3-29-2016...

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bougainvillea decorative thorny bush delights with color 3-5-2016...

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Tell me What you see When you Look at me is it really what you thought it was? And I've had enough of things like love and bitterness. Got no one to thank but the clouds in the sky, but why, why do they seem so grateful? Sign me up for the winter cuz the...

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As death embraced my whole being Shrouded in burgundy taffeta Her arms forceful Embraced me So as we spooned I could not turn to see her lace shrouded Face She whispered In Victorian tongue Just loud enough to menace Yet no matter how intensely I listened Not one word Made Sense I tried to respond Or scream Or raise But my living soul stood still and silent We swooned Noir skies Still Laid out And wrestled silent...

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Can a city be a city without a history? History makes none better than another Although it does make a city, a city For the blood that fell from the horrific cloud To the red ground beneath my very feet Paves the pathways of the urban earth here The city know as Burgundy lies down Standing longways as a lazy...

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