Maroon Poems - Poems about Maroon

Mystic maroon Moon mesmerizing me sending mild rays on my way back to home at night. Haply descent crescent Moon descended to glow as a torch showing light ...

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I’m feral like a fox misplaced in the maroon mists of wilderness, only found in woeful woodland. My skin is blanketed in crimson balmy hyacinth feathers from a forsaken rainforest. Misguided on delusional paths, where spring-tides mirror liquified colors of warm diamond tears I’ve suppressed behind ice blue sighs. And I’ve seen splintered petals beneath thick-leaved jewel orchids, that surrendered to greying leaves on tainted twigs and broken branches....

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The prior property owners planted the most beautiful flowers. We took possession last December, and this is our first spring. For the first time, I noticed a lovely flower a few days ago and last Sunday afternoon, pointed it out to our neighbor. Upon seeing that flower, I sensed an air of stealth and utter secrecy, and as I stared...

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On the mountainside the shades of maroon remain in a blanket of color The maroon shimmers on the mountain that’s waiting for when the sun goes to rest Heidi Sands 11/8/21...

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their hue so striking standing tall in the garden sunflowers beaming my deep crimson rose has the trace of chocolate like the evening skies on the street of dreams are showstopper maple leaves with berries nearby...

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Before iron winter commands the land The brown ground sparks a bittersweet blaze Bonfire breezes cross in smoky strands Where nut stashing squirrels pause to gaze On museums of leafy orange haze Maroon afternoons of apple's sharp bite Foretells the night tomcats dress as jaguars Tricking candies for ghoulish appetites For sweet treats, they knock on doors near and far As spells of cuteness...

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The gentleman strode confidently along the strand ‘his silver topped cane was gripped tightly in hand ‘the storm which had raged with that purple strange light ‘had pushed him forward in -time to this very night. People looked and thought it great ‘that period dressing was the latest gait . No one could have guessed or possibly...

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In the shadows of maple leaf l your lips at the rim of coffee cup On your face there's a music of sky In the breeze sways dandelion fluff The moment our eyes meet your iris Smiles as if roses blooming in sun Sea breaking on shores calls me in his poetry, I agree and say, done We in a maroon swing, king...

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My Maroon Best Friend Is there for me day or night, Constant, warm and cuddly bright! What would I do without this  beloved companion? The Keurig maker, my steadfast connection, To a plethora of drinks of heavenly confections! Panagiota Romios 3/25/2019...

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WILD WOLF and MAROON MOON No Moon night, neither bright nor clear Wild Wolf stared silent on starry sky. ...

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I have come to see your smiling face and I can't help wondering where you've been I have often wondered what went wrong between us...you know what I mean Weeping and sleeping way too much lately I need you more and more because I'm growing sorrowful and lazy frankly Oh oh oh Oh oh oh! Ooooh oooh Pre-ch: We...

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Mother insisted upon bringing Dad's maroon blazer to Oregon when she came to visit after his death. She just could not bear to let it hang unused in his closet. She wanted me to "get the use out of it." I finally gave it to Goodwill. could not ever wear his old clothes burning my skin lonely child once...

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I see the girl, walking a soaked street, as fallen leaves pave a path for her in a maroon skirt, talking about the boy she never did love; dreaming about the man she'll never get- as she holds close, her head starts to pop when she's done; lost again, another one, gone once more, believe me, again lost, I know. A heartbeat stills, for...

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Maroon boy, you must go home now Go walk naked in your tropic sun And scan the bush for the wild sow And test your youth in the jarring run Go to your woodland and recall Every bush and tree by its name Listen to hear a mango fall And smile when the poinsettia flame This is too noisy a place, child The cars...

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I am a Maroon Flesh and blood and everything My spirit cries against the toxic air Of cities, and broken moon Perched on skyscrapers Surveying ruin Blowing with greasy scraps of paper Through the horror of night Eagles with broken wings. I want to enter the bush again And be still Within the wash of rain Far from the folding clothes of pain Cankering my will. I am Maroon Lover...

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