Multicolored Poems - Poems about Multicolored

SITTING ON MULTICOLORED CARPET SQUARES LOST IN THOUGHT, BUT THINKING OF NOTHING AND NOONE SO MANY RIVERS HAVE CHANGED IN RANGE OF FLOW UNEXPECTED ARE THE DIRECTIONS THAT THE ROCKS SKIP IT IS THEN THE THE MULTICOLORED CARPET SQUARES BECOME AMBIDEXTROUS UNPREDICTABLE ARE THE INTERCHANGES OF TIME ALL BREEZEWAYS AND ENTRYWAYS BECOME MORE NARROW WITH ABUSED AGE ALL OF A...

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Tropical Impressionist ascenders, colorist defenders were everywhere, Multicolored Malay Lacewings ... there, added ambiance to the fanfare years, the species are restricted to forest reserves due to its flowering host plant, Adenia's, in the regions, cate's length, colors change, sociable, pupae process, soon a new adult emerges and mates, confirming progressions of the species. Unique to Asian Isles in the Southeast, black, white, yellow, red, bluish...

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Autumn's annual changes are sublime; multicolored leaves confetti the ground. Next to Spring, Fall is my favorite time; I enjoy every color, smell, and sound. Wrapping Summer's dead in a colored shroud, breezes weave tapestries not meant to last. And using every color She's allowed, Autumn's artistic skills are unsurpassed. Gold, orange, and amber adorn the trees as green leaves morph into colorful art. Yet,...

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lament beautiful multicolored butterfly flitters through the sky ~ bright florentine soul flying up toward God home in spaces skies blue ~ lament beautiful multicolored butterfly flitters through the sky 5/14/23 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©...

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crouched... ready attack or flee? he hides exposing not even the speckled ambiguity of social foliage. watching... hunger reaches out to feed where fear springs...

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With colors of orange and gold, Autumn inflames my heart and soul. Yet, I lament Summer's passing; its dead leaves crunching, as I stroll. Cold nights, ink tree-top canopies with colors of orange and gold. And brisk breezes blow in like thieves, stealing breath's fogy contrails. Fall is a seasonal package wrapped in multicolored ribbons. With colors of orange and gold; Jack Frost paints deciduous trees. Fall...

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Inevitable, life in light and color ... There is no life sans color ... There is no green without blue, There is...

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I find multicultural capital investment socially healthier politically wealthier than more win/lose capital competitions. Sociologists may call this deep social communication capital, so why don't natural scientists discover naturally cooperative capital investments is a long-winded way of winding around recognizing and appreciating, not depreciating, multiculturing health power? With slow-grown co-investing co-investigating integrally wealthy co-operative enlightenment. That we already invest in profound healthcare implications for this seminal, perhaps even sacred, difference between win/lose anthro-monopolized capital...

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She has blue color in the eyes resounding .. A color of days joyful at heart ... She has a color of peace in countenance. She has the color from my paradise in the tender smile ... In her the colors of ashes become rainbow, and the paths all are filled with colorful... with her spring is always present. She is my white poem of purity, she is my multicolored...

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We may not agree with you, but we love you. We may not condone your choices, but we accept you as made in God's image. We are not afraid of you, but we believe God wants a different life for you. Why do you say we hate you? Is it hate to disagree? Is it hate to prefer our ways? Is...

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Beneath this Tranquil-Tender Epidermis, lies some, The Most Frigid-Forced Prints., of Human With Multicolored Eyes....

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Multicolored star Dissolving before my eyes Hurting my chances Of intergalactic charm With love unattainable Russell Sivey...

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I was given beauty A handmade multicolored cross Created by a child Russell Sivey Modified Senryu: 6/8/6...

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In a box of color crayons I would be the color called red Favorite of child's fairy wands With a very sharp pencil head Surely would be very worse dread If to a stove of fire kid sped Melting off the red my fine head As to the fire my head was fed My very fine texture would glow The child's parents would surely...

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Green leave in soft breeze, reaching the crystal blu sky, falling in rich soil. Charma...

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