Color Personification Poems

I recline with my cherry tree musings…

a fountain of blossoms 
cherub cheek complected 
rise and curve from the ground 
up into a heaven and cloud...

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Oh, lovely Rose flower,
Blooming in scarlet color,
You are beauty born.
A child of dawn.

With nudge of breeze,
Sweet aroma you release.
It enters our nose 
A whispered promise.

You...

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Reposed in shadows
within a realm of colors
dusty rose gown blurs.
All the flowers she adores ~
as gold love's beamed out of doors.


Green and purple blooms
are always...

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It cowers in the corner,
newly born.
I turn my spite-soaked back,
riddled with resentment
and pull the thin veil
to sink beneath its cover.
I will not watch it crawl,
but...

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etched …

into flesh …
into the warm muscle of my being
your colors … stained me …
each a story
each a passionate moment of unusual depth
from the reds...

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Quote By Poet "The faces of pretty flowers will brighten anyone's day."

Here in a lovely garden we sit,
growing very close-knit.
Our faces of pretty color,
are bigger...

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I am a delight to your garden, emerging strong and radiant
A neat eye-catcher behind the white picket fence 
where chipmunks have spectacular panoramic views for...

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Within my depths ancient murmurs arise.
As had Phoenix, I had burned to ashes.
Yet I rise to strew the day with surprise
as I flourish in brilliantine...

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I was a zealous environmental scientist, preserving green on our blue planet;
To benefit all animals, plants and people, under sunset skies of pomegranate.

I strived hard...

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The color BLUE looked at the open sky and said,
"I'm okay with others, but you were made for me".

The color BROWN observed all around and...

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I am the monarch of the sky
can outdistance by the miles
every insect, every time
heavy rain or bright sunshine
like a fearless horse I run 
in the...

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I’m a treasure more valuable than gold,
Once a heart stops beating – after the breath stops
Breathing, I am the most cherished possession,
Worth more than expensive...

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Whispering, often hushed –
	through oaks and pines,
jaded hopes, inviting – the music
of a prayer, free as light, glimpsing –

yesterday, breaking through the spirit
	intimate and buttery...

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There's a river that never dries
People visit, swim on and cries
A river with water that fries
Under the sun, simmer and spies

A river that runs so...

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Spring slips in on a tepid breeze
that gently sways the naked trees.
And smelling so sugary sweet; 
Her scent makes my heart skip a beat.

Dressed in...

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