Dye Poems - Poems about Dye

...to gaze the beauty of heart within to dwell in the aura of dawning hue with respecting the vow of love,apart to have a pretty friend like you to dye the wilted flower within neither too flower......Read the rest...

...In the term of birth, fields begin to mend. Tough soil softens in tones of brown umber, Insects wriggle to rejoice winter's end. Spiders spin webs, rising from their slumber. Virgin tre......Read the rest...

...Go ahead.... and throw away the key,,, There's nothing left inside my head ..... of my sanity. If only I could change... what it is I have become, and return to the beginning.... of wher......Read the rest...

...I swore I’d never let myself get old That time and I would always be good friends It’s all just attitude is what I’m told Well, tell that to my broke back as it bends ......Read the rest...

... Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air (Ralph Waldo Emerson) ________________________________________ Cherish the moments, rising on fabric of fuchsia skies, Painting motifs o......Read the rest...

...Strong suspicion a 2024 presidential win... for the trumpeting don spells loss for democracy after inauguration day witnesses his swearing-in nepotism will run rampant lawlessness the name of......Read the rest...

... Before the day turned into night You I saw, what an awesome sight! A smile of eve, of love and light, A lovesome theme, my dream did write. Up high blazed pink arc of the sky, A spark of joy......Read the rest...

... Eternal skies tease the ground below, shows shelf lustrous in the waters eye, in aroused reflecting cameo, seducing where iridium and gold collide. In a romance, elemental ......Read the rest...

...Well, where have all the years gone? especially this year has been so quick for it led to this being my 70th year makes one think how its been so slick My poetry this year was a real challenge ......Read the rest...

... We wander through so many gardens, doting robins, ignoring the crows. Our personal oasis is an unfinished poem. Plastic flowers may last longer, but their dead scent, cannot compare to freesia ......Read the rest...

...We're just a lingering hippie Still living with our past We're just a lingering hippie Still bending sail and mast We're just an ageing sailor Still rockin’ on time’s boat We're just an ag......Read the rest...

...red poinsettia “Flower of the Holy Night” a gift for Jesus Native to Mexico, the poinsettia is called "Flor de la Noche Buena" (Flower of the Holy Night) due to its resemblance ......Read the rest...

...Autumn delights sporting red dye Painting meadows in crimson themes Charming thrills of amorous dreams. Where parching breaths of maple sigh Zephyrs groove lilting amber breeze Swaying rhythms......Read the rest...

... In the depths of the cosmos, a river flows, a conduit, and vessel of prose, posing as condensation of Ethos. Moonbeams dance upon your ethereal ride. A portal to myst......Read the rest...

... Candied isle presents herself immodestly, exposing a proud seduction of azurity acting. accordingly. Aisles of eye-taffy, watered-marked cast ......Read the rest...