Summer Pretty Much Poems

my pretty red bird - wears a white coat of snow. 
My fun and very best friend Dan, 
and I built a huge snowman. 
on...

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summer golden sea
    fired by the huge sun above
          far in the clear...

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What does the word Pretty conjure up
Is it a field of buttercup
It could be sitting by a spring
Listening to some bluebirds sing
Lounging in a chair...

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The yellow rose is filled with sunshine and joy,  
she says welcome back or good luck.  


The red rose tells a story of...

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She Was Very Pretty
by Michael R. Burch

She was very pretty, in the usual way
for perhaps a day;
and when the boys came out to play,
she winked...

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stately tall and green
lofty trees touch turquoise sky
curved path in between

silky breeze caress
summer's on a redbird high
clouds join sunshine guild

profusion perfumes
flowers color Wednesday hours
'till magic...

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One day I may wake to find 
Something pretty on my mind 
Like the dawn, but so much better 
Smiling, it won’t let me forget...

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She ain’t the belle of the ball anymore
She’s not the picture
hanging on the wall
	           ...

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Grandfathered In 
David J Walker

And now when a 

pretty girl smiles
in her summer clothes 
that invite the summer sun in

On some sunny August afternoons 
Walk...

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precious pearly moonbeams
peachy pink sunset's pause
poufs of blooms in a field
prismatic in hushed pomp
pouty weeping willows
parrots screeching summer
petite girl with a plum...

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Pretty lady be not sad
Your eyes sparkling and shiny
What is your face hiding from
Living colorful all day 
Many colors you do wear
Show your pretty face...

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Inside twinkling eyes of nights bloom
          Garden flowers whisper
      Peeking through...

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Autumn Lady
Reanna with autumn hair and summer eyes.
Lady from afar here in England.
With such charisma, capturing her image in a blink of your eye.
Imagine that...

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What does the word pretty conjure up
Is it a field of buttercup
It could be sitting by a spring
Listening to some bluebirds sing
Lounging in a chair...

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"All the Pretty Words"



All the pretty words
blooming like summer jonquils
fade from the velvet fresh green tongues
and rich fecund tussled beds 
of poets and minstrels
strumming hearts...

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