Rosy Poems - Poems about Rosy

Little Arabella Miller lived in town, but far enough out in green country, To watch the raspberry sun go down, and to climb a lavish, plum tree. Arabella was seven-years-old, and had a three-year-old, baby brother; Like the golden sunrise of promise, and unprecedented joys we discover. Arabella Miller loved all of nature, and the myriad creatures who live...

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the House Finch visits with beautiful rosy cheeks a cheerful...

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I walked along route 58 There was Mumbai dreams and Harbor Freight A hippie guy sold sunglasses from a stall One had a rosy tint, I paid 5 dollars, that was all. There was a warning label with it, I threw it away Who needs all the fine print, what could it possibly say? I looked at the traffic, it was...

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May we be blessed to live a life with a multitude of joy… and a minimum of sorrow… Where most of the time we can say: I enjoyed yesterday I’m having fun today And…I’m looking forward to tomorrow....

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I am so blessed Look at calm rosy apples Makes my springy day...

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ripping veil of night sun brushes glowing pink lights on trees and facades...

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My dream was to marry Miss Poetry When I was very, very young Intelligent, determined and strong Miss Poetry was sweet, zesty and classy. My Muse was about styles and literature As I said before, it was always a dream A luscious dream that shone like a scintillant beam And I bitterly blamed Mother Nature. Through inspiration, I tried to find her Very late...

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A lovely dawning paints a rose tinted sky. it will rain later, the sky will disrobe and fall as summer tears; a rain softly sorrowful yet drenched in a gentle joy. So young and fair are the fresh skirts of this new washed air; a breeze lifts our eyes to the hem of heaven. When the rain comes, when the gray air trembles, for it most certainly will, our sprits...

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You had our meeting as a chat like midnight bathers haplessly skinny dipping you had it to a fine art I gave my best shot like the brightest CV I rendered my soul and was found wanting May I ask you what are you truly looking for like a jet plume in the sky you jettison the natural order whilst Rosy sleeps...

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There's no green shoots to our romance she liked Numan I liked Howe I feel alone now when she planned to leave the sit so aptly All she had our meeting down to was a chat when I gave my best of poetry and photography and music You were not as deep as you made out despite being a coordinator for Covid jabs...

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There's no green shoots to our intended relationship that's what she said I felt alone, not so secure leaving the situ, so assuredly set had our meeting as a chat only I gave my best photography, poetry and music you were not as deep as you first poundered although you were a Covid organiser...

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She arrived at 3pm on the dot coming anywhere other than Greater Manchester her northern accent was hard to decipher She could recognise a meter oak but had no time for Robinas She enquired why guys were into figures after i mentioned my SL120 record player She was fiercely Red/ Green believing in mandated proportional representation She had a German Granny and could understand, but...

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It wasn't the rain, it was the stars that cried with envy of the day and stole the kisses from the night that fell like rain. The moon was stunned to see the countryside copying her dress, and the night left with the moon and stars in tow, as the rosy flower of the morning arrived hand in hand...

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They may whisper and jeer behind my back, Coz they stand no chance abutting my way They may even write long letters and hip upon rack I’m sure you might have been convinced in a way But aren’t you strong enough to ask me? They pay attention to the red rosy And totally forget that it too can prick What they all...

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Rosy sunshades By Michelle Morris 30/10/2022 You want me all to yourself But wonder why I'm so reluctant I don't even get to have me all to myself Why should I be prepared to allow you this privilege I am torn between work and family All my obligations and commitments But all you want is a holiday To fulfil some crazy fantasy We are not a...

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