Short Palest Poems

Chicks, of the palest glow
Hazel eyes
Addictive aroma
That invaluable smile 
I wish I could say
Out loud
Oh Nay Jo
You are mine
Only mine...

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Look at us O heavens deity! 
Look at us from Heaven Bower
Supplicants at thee are gazing
Bounties unto them thou shower
Midst of palest lights they singth
Hymns for Thee in Holy hour...

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Your eyes are like the sunrise,
Coloured with the palest greens and blues
Of a pastel rainbow sky.
Your eyes have always mesmerized me,
For they are coloured like shades of a sea,
So beautiful, they are, to me....

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Palest shades on top
White lilacs above violets
Softens bouquet's look


[based on reading tips for the floral design called 
"A Sense of Colour" pg. 142-143 in "BUNCH UP!: 
A Step-by-step Guide for Budding Florists" 
by Irene Cuzzaniti]...

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A beautiful friendship we were gifted
I shall cherish you, with all my heart
You light the palest rose of night
With love, that shines out, so bright
Laughter you bring, so rich
so pure, such wonder
warming within
My true
Friend....

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She awoke
to a blazing sun,
brightest orb,
day’s lover.
The moon, jealous of her love,
cried for the night’s loss.

She, sleeping,
missed the soft caress,
silken touch,
palest rays
that beckoned her to waken
and taste their sweetness....

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She had bloodshot eyes
and purple bruises
on the palest, white skin,

And her yellowed nails
picked shades-of-brown scabs 
	from her arms 
where the silver needle
drew red from her veins

Until the day she lay blue
with her black hair a pool
around her head on the green carpet

She was a rainbow......

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My rueful spirit was gowned in a silken shroud of white.
Was there no chance my penitent cries had been heard?
I searched his pensive eyes for the palest glimpse of light,
then he wiped my tears away. His heart had been stirred.


Four line poetry contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Posted: July 27, 2020...

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Springing from the highest rocky crags
Tiny treasures, splendid  little jewels
High in the drifting blue alpine mists
Strong ladies, survivors of winters cruel

Soft yellow, palest pink and vanilla cream
Tiny bits of heaven, glistening like tear drops
Thrown with abandon on the gray strata
A rainbow promise on the mountain tops...

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summer afternoon
palest blue sky dotted white...
a thunderstorm ripped by screams

policeman lies pale
scarlet blood saturates shirt...
tear stains upon children's clothes

twenty years have passed
memories lie buried deep...
news report opens sutures 

Written: July 22, 2016
Inspired by contest.....

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A mother sat and watched her daughter playing
with the other girls, whose parents had also come to watch
the performance. They gathered in clumps, chatting brightly,
awaiting the start. The girls jostled each other,
giggled, and high-fived. 

dancing princess
	palest pink tutu
   exiting stage left
perfect updo spilling
	“Batter up!”...

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The palest forest grows softer then brighter in the pastel glint of evening’s light.

Although the woodland dims from shadowed trees, afar
Hues of near Aurora bestows a lustrous star.

Finally, filament’s flames flush faded forest flowing  in fired frenzy.



4 Lines Contest hosted by Silent One
Anagram: PALEST-PASTEL, FOREST-SOFTER
Couplet: 12 syls per line
Dated 12/19/2015...

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She dresses spicy with ruffles and satin so bright.
We know she’s here, because the air gets light.
The chiffon on her sleeves are the palest tan.
She dances in high boots, with cutouts that can.

Who is her dressmaker the plain women ask.
She designs herself says her Great Uncle Flask.
He is not always reliable, and a braggart so…
We have no idea if this is the truth, as you know....

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Ashes as snow
Falling down

A single tear
On palest cheek

A single fear
So far behind

Living pain
Fades to ceasing numb

Last light
A narrow sliver
Dim horizon

Oblivion
Embrace, dear friend

Sophia...
This is the end

For life can
No longer mend

Sophia
Divine, I adore

Sophia
Her gasping heart

One last beat
All falls apart...

Sophia
Life breathes no more...

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Blackberry briar bounds the river: a curb
o’er the levee’s curve; a thorny imbroglio
under which twitters sing in broody milieu
Naught but the resilient do venture within
daunting vine bent in asperity, weathered
Little flyers fluff the brusque in a love filial
In wee caresses, stringent opens soft eyes
Silken white, touched in palest pink, winks
Sweet, sweet, they tweet, for a juicy bliss…

(8/7/2022)...

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Waiting for the tanning shop to open
has to be, oh has to be,
        the worst thing?

Waiting for the tanning shop to open
has to be, oh has to be,
        the worst thing?

Waiting in a line,
with the palest skin of skin,
       has to be the very worst thing.



The coming out, though,   the coming out,
with tannèd skin, with tannèd skin
       is worth along my waiting hours.





1/22/2016...

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Dogwood trees are now in bloom,
jots of color in winter's gloom,
white and plum and palest pink,
against gray backdrops, out of sync.

How I love the month of March!
Like silk opposed to winter's starch.
Robins bounce across the grass,
a sign, for sure, that winter's passed.

The winds of March soon sweep away
all that's dull and brown and gray.
A child of March, I feel reborn,
as Spring flies in, on Marchwind's-borne.


©Danielle White...

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Nothing lasts, only memory remains
 and even they, fade into distant grays stained,
blends of pale whites, burnished black
 rubbed in the shine of towering dusk churning plaque,
clouded skies meshed beyond the light of the sun 
 to undo what morning had first begun.
Each step was taken in silhouette inflations
 faded to shadows cast against a struggled flirtation
where time passes into a stagnating display 
 the mix of every shade of palest gray....

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My Roses


The palest, pastel, roses with pink petals stood

Within a pretty porcelain vase of creamy white.

He proudly left them there for me, a pure delight...

Large and lovely, long-stemmed, leafy, lush...luxurious!


Sandra M. Haight

~2nd Place~
Contest: 4 Line Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 12/20/2015

1st line - Anagram - (palest, pastel, petals)
2nd and 3rd line - Couplet
4th line - Alliteration
...

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An Illusion
by Michael R. Burch 
 
The sky was as hushed as the breath of a bee
and the world was bathed in shades of palest gold
when I awoke.
 
She came to me with the sound of falling leaves
and the scent of new-mown grass;
 
I held out my arms to her and she passed
into oblivion ...
 
This little dream-poem appeared in my high school literary journal, the Lantern, so I was no older than 18 when I wrote it, probably younger. I will guess around age 16....

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Snow and The Pine Tree

Snowy white pine tree
beneath the palest blue sky
firmly stands waiting

for the sun to shine
as he softly kiss the snow
before letting go

time to part has come
thawing has arrived for the snow
but her touch lingers

her memory lives
in the heart of the pine tree
winter world of love

sweet and gentle snow
slowly melts under the sun
her fingers slipping

its time for the spring
to dance with the pine tree
till she comes again...

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I see her sometimes,
When the cold autumn air,
Causes blinds to be pulled down, 
and fires to be lit.

She sits in a chair,
That is no longer there.
I watch her 
while she sits.

Her dress is of the palest blue,
Forget-me-nots
Embroidered on the sleeves.
She knows I watch her,
and she does not care,
But if I try to speak to her,
she leaves.

Sometimes she sits contentedly,
Other times she cries.
I would love to know the story,
Of her life,
and her demise....

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Looking like a tiny  princess
Her dress the palest blue
Gold dust falling round her
A happy giggle as  she flew

She laughed and then went flitting
Around the garden park
Resting on a toadstool
Listening to the golden lark

Her feet in rosy satin slippers
With shiny buckles too
I knew I must be dreaming
When she sipped the morning dew

All to soon the picture faded
As I heard a voice so  sweet
"Up my dear; its time for school"
Alas, my fairy dream complete...............

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To call a rose by any other name
Could never do justice to you
To see you name there in the frame
Makes my heart go out to you…

A rose as fair, perfumed to perfection
The palest yellow petals that glow
Make my heart beat as though with infection
My temperature it raises so.

So Mystic lady I ask you this one time
If I were a boy, rich, strong and tall
Would you then be my valentine?
And we can leave now, and sod them all.

©  10/01/2013
 Entry for Mystic Roses' contest: Be my Valentine...

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He had planted the palest, pastel,
 
peonies with pink petals-

placed in a pretty pottery pot 

he painted purplish-plum and

proudly packaged it in paper 

with a pleasing patterned print;

presented it to me- a poignant,
 
precious, perfect, present.


December 5, 2017

~1st Place
Contest: Your Selection
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 01/25/2023

~1st Place~
Contest: Alliteration
Sponsor: Barry Stebbings
Judged: 12/08/2017
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