Dyes Poems - Poems about Dyes

...The slow budding, turn up of coloring; the tincture in pinks, yellows, magnolia greens, and bluer skies. Smile of eyes and mountain cheeks; a Springtime elixir. Winter white and tawny skin absorbi......

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...MULBERRY TREES AND BUTTERFLIES Don’t go back to heavy sleep dwell in the wakefulness of I AM THAT I AM here mulberries and butterflies beckon across filtered fences which you can comely cl......

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...Only in the wretched Broken locking Of the safe I was beaten into Which refuses To hide Privately, despised by standards Breakthrough! Simple To be your sickness, in fiend In the fiend you......

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...March strides in, bold and bright, A bridge between the chill and light. Its winds may howl, its skies may cry, Yet whispers of spring begin to sigh. The **Spring Equinox** takes the stage, Da......

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...My Love, I write to you from a place beyond compare, A fragrant haven, where the soft breeze sighs, A sea of roses stretches everywhere, Beneath a sky of endless, azure dyes. Imagine, love, ......

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...An old friend visited today, no longer young Men Our hair changed, not with dyes or clippers anymore Two silver foxes, a little rounder than before We both have partners now, I have kids ......

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...(My Persian rug, 2024) A Painful Journey I live a quiet and isolated life But it’s been one of great adventure That leaves me now a bit worn out Although satisfied and fulfilled Is p......

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...Georgie Porgie was a little overweight, since he loved tasty desserts, Like puddings and baked pies; or green woods, full of robin concerts. Georgie was ten years of age, possessing an im......

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...Jack Sprat and wife Mary, lived in a glory of lemony, chiffon days; Like maroon birds keep on singing, until the sunset, orange phase. They were comfy and happy, like a picnic in lavish, ......

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...Three years ago was only yesterday: at dawn I opened my eyes and the blinds. Bouquets you'd left before you passed away; those on my window daily I would find. From your consideration my sun ro......

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... Leaves of Lilith, fall like butterflies as I slither in souls, secluded by time ~ where treacherous tulips still mourn the death of magnolia moon, hidd......

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...These are English translations by of Latin poems written by the ancient Roman female poet Sulpicia. V. Reproach for Indifference by Sulpicia translation by Michael R. Burch Have you no ki......

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...When midnight flames flicker aesthetic reveries, releasing ashes of rainbow petals, upon the canvas of undressed seasons, I delve into blue blurs of butterflies, framed in floating colors of nost......

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...When the tie dyes break out. I try not to shout. T-shirts, all my size. How they turn out is a surprise. Out in the yard. Making a mess isn’t hard. All sorts of splatter. Patterns and colors t......

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...Your music never fails to make the stars go dancing in the dark. The moon observes them wide awake, and floods of light stream down the park. The stars go dancing in the dark and paint the sky......

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