Short Cinnabar Poems
Short Cinnabar Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Cinnabar by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Cinnabar by length and keyword.
brilliant red maple tree
with her vibrant leaf flames
she gives me pause
her scarlets are as onfire as cinnabar
reminding me of sun fire and blood
I love her
cinnabar and cinnamon
strawberries and cherries
apricots and luscious mango
windchimes and crystals
hummingbirds and butterflies
sailboats and sunsets
summer nights and nuptials
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On the arm of the adirondack chair
(painted unafraid purple by a pale pink hand),
All new-penny cinnabar shine,
Noble as any bald eagle,
Ahead, which I guess may be side-to-side,
He watches tall as a robin into the
long-hot-shadow-waning-of-May ochre light.
autumn arrives sneaking slow...with the purple prism in the sunburst sky
maroon meadow displays...the ornate crown of dazzling diamond dew drops
in cinnabar garden path color burns...the leaves to gold in tanned trees
in hued explosion i absorb...autumn’s afterglow in reverie
Cotton clouds brush the end-summer sky,
the meadow below wears crown of topaz dew.
Lining the cinnabar garden path the sepia trees
listen to the autumn’s footfall, striding slow.
Draped by the silver moondust in pellucid night
I instill the essence of September rhapsody.
cinnabar
setting sun
like a vermilion ball
bids goodnight
to the earth
the sad wind
welcomes
mystical moon
who rules
in place of the sun
dusk drops early
light dwindling into night
God's painting
done for the day
Indian Paintbrush
Cinnabar to rum.
Bluish to a pink rose.
Curious toward a new path.
Waltz through painted daffodils.
Crystalline ruby sky.
Scarlet blood red devine.
Indian Paintbrush.
Open fields, red sun.
Thine crimson deep.
Fall asleep, can’t speak.
Mesmerized by reverence.
Rows of labyrinth.
the cinnabar moth
a summer diurnal one
check out the ragwort
peppermint stands
mint moths' abundant tiny
summer potatoes
a rambling rose
buds showing waiting to burst
a flowerfly drones
bees not many
some burrowers one or two
campion self-seeds
tis the morrow morn
west is the forecasted wind
southwest for the swifts
Cinnabar remittance ailerons squall federal cobblestones. Lank alpine squint modest. Nectarine grimace, cloys toothsome.
Coiffure chain rod composure anemic, primogeniture Swedish cotton murk optics
Rodeo riding maiden broadcaster network metaverse falconry. Boreal voyages legalese.
Simper treacle blanched anecdotally. Goofy balm, beardless tease, healthy as a horse, real bee knees.
SUNSET SWANSONG
melody
of
twilight
in
cinnabar
strings
of
horizon
violin
cosmic
resounding
requiem
of
daytime
demolished
with
desire
fresco
fading
in
mind
mystique
canvas
crumbles
shards
of
pathos
compose
lyric
last
of
memory
derelict
in
sonata
of
spectral
swansong
resonating…