Orangey Poems - Poems about Orangey

... These are some interesting shrooms that i have never picked: Bay bolete cap looks like brownish blood in color stipe is whitish brown mild flavour Edible Black trumpet looks like black sard......

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..."Wistful/Wishful: sometimes if a word can ever be realized, just an 'alphabet' change will suffice," ... by the Poet The coconuts have gone awry, and its fronds they seemed to ......

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... I love to rise at dawn greeting folk with a warm smile Though if any clouds are present, I may vanish for a while Forgive me for playing hide and seek but I like to have some fun B......

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...I was an eminent, solar physicist, like the blushing rose, craving renown. Each butterscotch morning I drove to work, and toiled until red sundown. The observatory was the place I loved, keeping ......

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...I was a fashionable interior decorator, beautifying comfortable, loved homes; And selecting wall paints, fabrics and furniture, like the sparkle of gemstones. I worked closely with eager owners, ......

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...baby star heralds hail dawning gild glimmering aloof flora wakes leaves billow parting top wisp breath orangey-red's farewell......

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...If you’re heading outside for a task, Just forget it. And why, you might ask? For in New York, the air Is so bad you don’t dare To leave home without wearing a mask. The day looks as dark as t......

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...Sweet mists of morning, and rose red mystery, So much color all around, nothing is left to see, Orangey mists of twilight, a tangerine surprise, I can't see pearl stars, for beauty's in my eyes. ......

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...My vacuum cleaner’s broken, sits in the garage gathering dust Beside dad’s old green car, oxidising an orangey rust I tried washing it last week, and the water turned to wine Well the colour......

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...I was awakening from my dreams, in search of an orangey sun, As dreamers had always done, since warm vibrancy of day one. I was emerging from fine silken coverings, in the usual way, For......

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...It was a sizzling summer of electric blues and vibrant hues in a garden full of flowers inked in plushy spanking reds a wall of buttress wood splashed with vines of green a purple morning glor......

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...*Image of Lady Bug by Pixabay. IHO We Ladybugs Who Started It (Gender-Neutral) My dearest ladybird, with your orangey shield, protecting your body when stirred, as the crea......

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...I will admit I was a tightwad, though that fact shames me now, As never changing mountains, often colorful mists will allow! I never meant to be unkind, but only endeavored to be practical, Like......

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...The naked silhouette of a lone oak bleeds into the watercolour sky, as it shifts from a pale blue to a deep orangey-yellow. Her lazy shadow creeps slowly over the ground, tightly clutching anything ......

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...I'd risen from my bed quite early, in the pale silent sunshine, And I thought to have a day out, and not waste summer's prime. The world still was sleeping, but the bluebirds sang a tune, And bl......

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