Palest Poems - Poems about Palest

...Early, in the pre-dawn hush I heard the robins sing, and then a sleepy breeze awoke and made the wind chimes ring. Their blended notes in concert sweet soon filled the morning air as on h......

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... palest forest ~ grows softer in pastel of night fall ......

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...One early autumn morning, before the sun awoke, before the moon had disappeared, or any robin spoke. I opened up my window to feel the breezes play and let a breath of beauty in before the hect......

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... Love comes in myriads of color from palest lavender sunsets and softest pink of twilight to deepest rose of dawn What guides the artist in his pure strokes that adorn canvas cloth...

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... When nightfall dips in palest of gold I feel a sense of indignity, As owl's melody loses its eloquence Through the absence of a safe abode; Where quietude calls for avian coos The kind ......

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...The chill retreats, a whispered thaw, As spring's sweet breath begins to draw Life from the earth, with a gentle hand, Kissing the sleeping, frozen land. My cherry tree, so stark and bare, Now......

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...The fillet was supposed to be boneless but it wasn't It caught me off guard, midmeal. Between bites of slaw and baked potato It wedged in the top of my whiskered throat there was the palest form......

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... It’s winter here, almost a painful grasp grey dread, falling like melancholy over the mountain peaks, gusts flavored in sips of toasty coffee lasting all afternoon speaking to the twilig......

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...Love in Kyiv by Natalka Bilotserkivets translation by Michael R. Burch Love is more terrible in Kyiv than spectacular Venetian passions, than butterflies morphing into bright tapers– winged c......

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...PETRARCH TRANSLATIONS Sonnet XIV by Petrarch translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Lust, gluttony and idleness conspire to banish every virtue from mankind, replaced by evil in hi......

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...The Fisher by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe translation by Michael R. Burch The river swirled and rippled; nearby an angler lay, and watched his lure with a careless eye, like any other day. Bu......

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...Ancient painted woodland rushes, nature's beauty, painted thrushes, homeland under vivid bushes, lovely Indian Paintbrushes. Deepest, dearest, darkest red, scented, softly in my head. v......

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... Hey…psst…wake up! I know it's still dark but will you come with me? Come on… We tiptoe quietly through the sleeping house and slip our feet into flip-flops, and go out the back do......

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...POEMS ABOUT SAINTS AND SINNERS Of Seabound Saints and Promised Lands by Michael R. Burch Judas sat on a wretched rock, his head still sore from Satan’s gnawing. Saint Brendan’s curragh caug......

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...She dresses spicy with ruffles and satin so bright. We know she’s here, because the air gets light. The chiffon on her sleeves are the palest tan. She dances in high boots, with cutouts that can. ......

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