Short Fuchsia Poems
Short Fuchsia Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Fuchsia by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Fuchsia by length and keyword.
First fuchsia flower falling
Anointing angel’s
Necklace
Turquoise tears trailing
As if assigned to joy
Souls rejoice
You have arrived
Purple wildflowers
in the stained moments of day
Windswept disarray!
Fuchsia passion spreads for miles
Fetching jays and sunshine smiles.
fuchsia blooms suckle
scenic whiffs on sultry wind
in cloud-filled dreams still
shaken with a poignant sting
trapped in seaside's rustic pine
bright red sunrise
lends fuchsia to blue sky....
stillness in air
soon sun will heat earth
a hot middle september day
sun faintly appears
fuchsia peeks from behind clouds....
crickets chirp loudly seeking mate
speeding truck, nature gets quiet
White fences groan
In fuchsia fingered sighs
Passion sprinting
Along aging sands
Whilst from diamond straightjackets
Black snow descends
To a fine, orange death
fuchsia flower blooms
in the park near Gazebo
enlightens the day
Heidi Sands
5/30/24
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The moose looked on with disrespect
brown owl did nothing but circumspect
for right beneath the unaware old woman’s nose
her dog was balancing fuchsia cat with his big toes
Fabulous fuchsia flutters open,
Like an angel spreading her silky wings,
Pink, white, violet ~ heavenly token
of vivid colour, pulling at heartstrings.
Firefly in rouge, dusk flames,
Flying in charmed wonder;
Famed since glad childish days
Fast moving, slow blinking,
Fanatic of cream moon.
Fervency of summer,
Fuchsia night green stunner!
reflecting dew drop
showing off orchid’s prettiest fuchsia
amazingly detailed, delicate and refined
I marvel that so much beauty can be found
In tiny bubble of innocence
which will dissipate
dance
and song
all day long
still for moments
then roaming blooms and fuchsia midnight rooms
restless rapt wind rousing all to tango
in orange mists
of dawn or
scarlet
dusk
magnolia is ruffled, delicate, pretty like lace
her fuchsia petals and fragrance showing off
accenting her Georgia ladylike charm
she has difficulty feigning humility
knowing what a beauty she is
A time before hurricanes, when
tempests were ardently intoxicating
and fuchsia roses blushed
beneath fervently lit moons,
unfurling lovers' persuasions
once upon bliss 'fore hurricanes
Nate, the neon hedgehog was followed around by a crowd
some were amazed that he was not very loud
I loved his fuchsia, my husband liked his greens, yellows and blues
He could not hide at all, he had no subterfuge.
she showed her most formidable fuchsia self
glowing in the fluorescent pinks of the night
howling her truth, wailing for her demon lover
knowing he would not be returning
the minute she turned into a living rainbow
this new found flower was a combination of delight and joy
delicate, veined and fuchsia like an orchid
with teeny tiny white faerie daisies in the center
I did not know the name, but it was from God’s best imagination
Gold
ruptures
shining pearl,
splitting ashen
powdered nebula
languidly changing form.
Infused fuchsia wisps unfold
drowsily thread by thread trailing
athwart the resplendent crimson orb
seductively slipping into twilight.
Swimming deep inside me
Find sea of peach peace
Burning like a wildfire
Is purple pen’s desire
To lift the fuchsia fallen
To gift inspire the calling
To be born un scorned again
To be a holy helping hand
Fuchsia petals stretching towards sun
Lavender fragrance as aromatherapy
Onyx feet in grass on a barefoot run
Whimsical white wind blowing trees
Emerald green eyes play game of I spy
Red roses strike poses in the July sky
The overgrown Amazon ape
With his furry tree trunk wide nape
Flew over wearing a red satin cape
Birds cringed at his cumbersome shape
He carried a bag made of crepe
In plum, fuchsia and possibly grape
A fancy one-of-a-kind hairy ape
Fuchsia fairy flying fast
Muse improve my poetry
Inspiring windows of past
Visions provisions owed to me
Cure me of this crime of rhyme
Turn it off with a waving wand
Fill me like a cup of red wine
With words that read like a psalm
on a still dawn day
black sky opens a vermillion eye
changing hue to intense fuchsia
then deepest gold
before being pushed aside
by the dilating iris of white gold sun
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Water lily lake
in hot pink epoch of sun
Coral lilies bob
Fuchsia flight, dusk melodies
Salmon rose sends scents
Moonlight lake gleams, as
skies darken to amaranth
Pink daisy twilight
Gathering sweet raspberries
at red-violet day's end
fuchsia gold pink dawn
naturally it's beauty
sunburst in the bay
the hour of hush still rapture
melted colors drift to sea
at the verge of day
in the time of green tree songs
wading in waters
beneficent sunshine rays
in an age of spectral skies