Parasol Poems - Poems about Parasol

Feather steps made their way up the hill, They stood on the lush green grass, As she glanced back at me, Her eyes flowing with emotions not Known to the heart, And so did mine, The breeze tried to reveal her face, But the veil had its grip strong, The golden wind touched her white gown, Her grip on the parasol tightened, Her hair...

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Summer blazed high as the sun reached its peak. Her rosy red cheeks were truly unique. I fell in step as we reached the beach She changed in a bikini, I was bereft of speech. I suggested a powerful sun lotion to screen the rays. She could be sore for days and days. How enchanting to see her frolic among the...

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I love to explore the woods in the Spring; immersed in Nature as She surrounds me with graceful beauty and tranquility. My subtle presence sets songbirds to sing, while bumblebees and butterflies take wing; awakening my sensuality. An emerald parasol shades the scene, providing quietude and solitude; a respite from big city attitude. A green paradise, somewhere in between Eden and Earth, if you know...

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Parasol Doll like So perky and pretty Original middle French word Fancier than a simple umbrella Small colorful ones in glasses Make martinis sparkle Italian word Parasole...

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All dressed in pink holding a parasol, a little baby girl carried such wonder- C u r i o s i t y inside with an imagination full, seeing the RAINBOW after the thunder. She watches and waits for the kaleidoscope, seeking out beauty...

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Lost in the alleys of despair my heart an open parasol Protection of gray clouds and rain over the darkest hole I curse every weeping tear from my forsaken eyes Empty promises discarded into a trash-heap Doors locked from the inside to an invisible keyhole Limbs spread to sweet pain ...

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Radiant smile brightens her face, Everything around her looks beautiful Delighted to see her with a cute red parasol Pink costume suits her well. As she begins to talk, I forget the world,she is a Raconteur and she started telling story in her cute language Aesthetic view of beach, Serene blue clouds and cool breeze make her happy On that sunny day,...

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These short minutes of my girlhood have lingered for years from the day I took the shortcut through thickets and crickets imagining you standing on shore before the turning white waves twirling your red parasol smiling, almost flying in wind as you saw me emerge. Reality slapped me down hard crashing the shore as you sat a snail’s breath away clearly engaged in girl talk expressive and...

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Pretty girl in pink dress, was fair with curly hair, Her red parasol was open, though sun wasn't there. Sitting on rocks, she gazed at sea and silently cried, I asked her what made her cry, she never replied. Sea was roaring, violent waters touched the shore, Step by step she came to me, with her tears so pure. In...

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Relaxing As I took deep breaths, Slowly breathing in, Savouring every moment, Capturing the freshness, Walking along the rocky shore, Letting the wind take my imagination, As I walk down memory lane, Admiring the views, Picturing that scene, Stepping back in time, to taste, hear and smell, The history of our forefathers Looking through their eyes, Seeing and feeling their struggles, Hardship and war, Walking along that same sandy...

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On sandy beach enjoyed have I september light. When all at once a parasol and under it, A joyous girl, reflected back my heart's delight. Such cheerful tones they did on everyone emit, That out of blue a smile would make a visit to, Ones cheeks and heart. All joy of world they did transmit. »A-hop-a-dop«: she's sang around : »a-tree-lee-loo«, While...

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Atop a rock, there sits a girl. A hat adorns her head as she enjoys a chat with her young friend beside the pretty bay on this serene red parasol beach day. I breathe the salty air in through my nose and feel the warmth of sand between my toes. I listen to the squawks of gulls at play on this serene...

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I remember the painting, with a heavy heart....I remember my best friend Valerie, how we sat and talked. which was beating the most my heart or the sun as in the shade of my red parasol memories of my lost love drench my thoughts. How we looked up at the golden cliffs when we walked the seashore. the sea...

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One summer morning on the beach she spies her friend, and runs to greet this lovely child, in solitaire, with a parasol and silken hair. A cherub look upon one's face, while the other smiles, still filled of grace But both are feeling young at heart and can't resist the sand and surf Too soon the whimsy of the day has led them closer...

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The Red Parasol Into this painting, I am drawn, reflecting times of long ago: a beach with shoreline of tall grass; two lovely girls with skirts that flow. How do they feel on this warm day in their full dresses with long sleeves beneath the sun...

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