Sepia Poems - Poems about Sepia

In sepia shadows where my soul drowns, In the depths of misery, where silence reigns, Yet, there blooms a serenity, a pure harmony found, A whispered symphony, where silent dreams are bound. In the poorest cottages, amidst dirt and decay, My eyes see paintings hidden in despair, Colors dance in veiled corners of the day, My soul, with an irresistible pull, cannot...

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edges a bit frayed, creases deeply set ....in sepia sadness limpid pools overgrown …in unkempt wildness reflect a subtle glow ...

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Autumn colours drift down like aubergine Catch carelessly a crimson columbine Chestnut leaves flutter Auburn tinctures drop down like treasure troves Gather gently from glossy golden groves Amber blades clutter Sepia hues dance down like floating planes Amass amply those amazing remains Ginger fronds putter ~~~~~~~ 08.15.2020 Contest: Tail Rhyme Stanza poetry Sponsor: Emile Pinet ...

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Postcards~ tattered, old, creased; Chiaroscuro landscapes; Reminiscence of a story~ First love. 10 July 2020 Hon. Mention STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (7) any theme any form Contest Judged: 7/10/2020 2:32:00 AM Sponsored by: Brian Strand...

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Nestled in the arms of night's embrace I wait for grievous thoughts to fade as though they were bubbles popping one by one, in a fluted glass of champagne When bold colored memories languish sepia visions distort my sorrows and the scars branded across my heart become blurred by the...

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Sepia-tinted season is on You are yellow and red Crunching leaves in the lawn Soft sun on bed You are yellow and red As I pick apples Soft sun on bed Squirrels under maples As I pick apples In red-and-gold forest Squirrels under maples A Robin in your armrest In red-and-gold forest Snowy mist in air A Robin in your armrest A petal in your hair Snowy mist in air Gondola...

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“A photograph on the sunny side of the mountain" There reclines a young pair, ...

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Sepia Dreams “Let me take from this your kiss, the taste of you my lips shall miss” So long since I held you X’s on the calendar days…patterned of my missing Promises made on long distant lines and letters sent, penned of love’s smiles on sleepless nights “My heart it finds the lonely view, of all my days away from you” Loneliness...

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I hold your pillow tight and wonder where you are perhaps the moon has borrowed you for light Yesterday is here showing me your sepia smile and like a glitter star you fill my lonely night ...

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Sepia Dreams “Let me take from this, your kiss, the taste of you my lips shall miss” So long since I held you, X’s on the calendar…patterns of my missing Promises made on long distant lines and letters sent, penned of love’s smiles on sleepless nights “My heart it finds the lonely view of all my days away from you” Loneliness now...

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I repent of loss ...

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Sepia Dreams “Let me take from this, your kiss, the taste of you my lips shall miss” So long since I held you X’s on the calendar days…patterned of my missing Promises made on long distant lines and letters sent, penned of love’s smiles on sleepless nights “My heart it finds the lonely view of all my days away from you” Loneliness...

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When I was just a little girl I painted soaring seagulls in a dawning sky of duck-egg blue I painted ladybirds and whimsical butterflies A red cottage with square-shaped windows A misty mountain with a purple hue. All my fields were evergreen with flowers falling like confetti in between. A rising sun in molten gold so bright with shifting leaves along a riverside. I...

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Each sepia frame tells on old times, Each face a name that wears a chime. Lasting echoes from deep silence, From times before, set countenance. Flip through old stack of sepia prints, Watch mind now snack on ancient tints. Faces of yore hint of past times, Sepia now stores a certain mime. One by one float quaint former glaze, Down life's rich moat swirls...

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Old feel of time in ancient prints, Lull of deep shades with odd etchings; Dance of old chimes in fading tints Stock paper trades crisp rare glimpsing, Each unique piece tells of old tales; Pick up and see surreal faces, Image now tease deep silence stale; Ask feel to free poignant traces. Push and pull sum old vistas wide, Hues in greyscale of...

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