Pale Yellow Poems - Poems about Pale Yellow

...1. quiet morning _ petals love the watering hand 2. shadows of a tamarind tree _ your company 3. jute bangles _ smell of perspiring hands 4. light warmth _ cups love having t......

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... “Concrete Hearts, the Deep End Keys and the Miniaturist's Poetry of Sleep” Following the Babel paths, where footprints progress like rough-hewn braille, temptation shows i......

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...24 seven, Eight, Nine, Ten to the second. Heaven ate my pancreas, Please pretend eleven likes me. Twelve times its elapsed, Survival wasn’t even likely. Shelved minds, And a brain co......

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...I lie down in my four-poster bed, facing the pale yellow wall. The same that I see above, behind my headboard, opposite me. I drown in the sickly pale. I dare not turn around to f......

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...pale yellow shards of brittle glass shatter under my feet as I stroll along this grey patchwork of concrete and if the world stutters precarious on its spurious axis, I pay it no mind the ice of......

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...What might be your perfect way to awake with joy and gratitude each morning within this new day old way of opportunity and mourning? This morning's epic re-awakening into Beloved Paradise op......

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...    Pale blue, pale yellow, pale green. Flowers die, Plants, birds, animals, Why do you need a name?   There will be dust, storm, cyclone. In there, what will you wish for?   This trail, t......

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... The pale yellow sky, reminds me of a smile that never fades From a greeting etched in memory, immune to words like cutting blades The tall emerald trees are drawn toward the layers of light A ......

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...Why is the sky blue? Asked Jimmy Fantastic question! Why indeed? Why did The Creator Whether God or Science or a Scientific God Choose blue Instead of forest green, pale yellow, or maroon? I......

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... shaking maracas in the pale yellow moonlight dancing with the stars ......

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...“Of all flowers, methinks a rose is best.” – William Shakespeare, The Two Noble Kinsmen Sweet Rose, for ages you have blessed the human race with your beauty, elegance and grace. You show yo......

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...A Town I knew He was born in a narrow-minded town where a Christian the party was in power, and there were rules for acceptable behavior by stern people who liked to tell others what is right,......

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...I was a productive, proficient painter, long captivated by the manifold colors, An infinite parade of hues and intensities, like tales of a thousand summers. I worked daily at this irresistible p......

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...Nobody cared. You could tell from the cracked and broken windows. You could tell from the maggots and moths in the kitchen cabinets. You could tell from the nails scattered across the dirt-caked f......

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...A meadow of roses...awash in colors, from pale pink to deepest crimson, lavender, pale yellow tinged in pink, to coral, silver and bronze. With brick walkways that capture dappled sunligh......

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