Parasol Poems

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lone parasol stroll
   leaves and lady dressed in red—
       grayed man misses youth

Woman With a 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

Under the Parasol

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

An Emerald Parasol

I love to explore the woods in the Spring
immersed in Nature, as She surrounds me
with serenity and tranquility.
My exuberance sets songbirds to sing,
while the bumblebees and butterflies take wing;
tantalizing 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 what

Parasol

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

All Dressed In Pink Holding a Parasol

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

Forsaken Open Parasol

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 
      

Red Parasol

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,

The Red Parasol

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

Girl With the Red Parasol

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

The Red Parasol of Time

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

A Girl and Her Red Parasol

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

On This Serene Red Parasol Beach Day

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

The Red Parasol

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

The Red Parasol By Alfred Glendening

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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