Short Parasol Poems
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rain pitter patters
flowers open umbrellas
butterflies fliitting
painted parasol
shade luminous dainty dreams
seed of love is sown
the sun weeps raindrops
'tis an omen from the sky
is it good or ill?
Heaven's gift is mystery
my parasol drinks all in
more gracious than royalty
she glided through the park
her hair up in a chignon
her shoulders bare
beneath that lucky parasol
AP: 3rd place 2025
radiance through leaves -
no need for a parasol. . .
let the dawn rain down
For Brian Strand's
TWO TO FIFTEEN any form/theme max 15 lines Poetry Contest
Parasol
Doll like
So perky and pretty
Original middle French word
Fancier than a simple umbrella
Small colorful ones in glasses
Make martinis sparkle
Italian word
Parasole
The Soup's a great place to get away from it all
From life's wee hassles and occasional hairballs
Great peeps to boot
What a big hoot
Sitting in the sunshine under my pretty parasol
The Soup's a great place to get away from it all
From life's wee hassles and occasional hairballs
Great peeps to boot
What a big hoot
Sitting in the sunshine under my pretty parasol
The color pink comes with a wink
A toothpick and parasol, it's a lady's drink
On a breast cancer t-shirt, spread awareness and think
But on a plain men's dress shirt ~ from commenting I shrink
I loved you much more than myself losing my self respect!
I know it hurts but you were my parasol.
Evil chanted it's whimsical words I guess.
You have changed I mean it!
It's like broken mirror, can't put it back together
By tassel-like tentacles the cicada suck the clear dew,
The sparse parasol trees its voice penetrates through.
Higher position makes its sounds heard far and wide,
It’s not because of the support autumn winds provide.r
(tran.)
Premiere of Persimmon Pureblood
Pennsylvania’s premiere debutante
prettier than a Parisian parasol
persnickety and powdery
poufy, perfumed, perfectly petite
Persimmon practiced her pirouette
pleats parading petals in a perfect circle
at a patio table
sat a pangolin and penguin
pondering
and there they pursued
under a parasol
perusing
diving with questions
delving for answers
they had a universe
in front of them
unpicked
undone
suited and solved
by the pangolin and penguin
Gilded parasol on horizon's edge twirling
Twilight's lamp shade dying embers swirling
Sun's spent beams with embroidered frills quilting
Patchwork of tinctured gases simmering
Deep red, burnt orange ridges brimming
Violet, creme pastels periphery fringing
Dusk's opaque veil with palling shadows dimming
Find protection under its dome
As those raindrops come pouring down
When the scorching sun starts to roam
Find protection under its dome
A parasol beneath the gloam
When those rainy days come around
Find protection under its dome
As those raindrops come pouring down
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With parasol she parasailed
graceful through the air
From an angels’ cove she came
to answer children's prayers
A genie’s wish in fairy form
wish-ballons her fare
Mary Poppins, beloved by all
magic masked in child-care
Drenched in pouring rain
With no parasol, but just a frilled hat
To cover her head,
With a bouquet of delicate golden blooms
Clasped firmly in hands, in the dusk
She waded through the rain swept avenue,
Her heart thumping in anticipation.
But he brushed past her, indifferent.
The moon stood behind,
Teasing her on her squashed romance.
She rises into the sky’s bright breath,
her dress a sail the wind has claimed.
Sunlight drifts over her in petal-light shimmers,
each of Monet’s brushstroke a whisper of movement.
The parasol tilts, green and glowing
a small moon held against the trembling blue.
Below her, the grasses lean in admiration,
their soft applause lost in the shimmer of day.
You say you're no prince of mine,
but what else could you be?
A hitchhiker in my heart,
a pedestrian in my mind?
Is that you under the harsh sun,
holding a holey parasol?
Maybe you're fleeing
the crime scene
of your heartbreaking.
But you see,
none of that makes
any sense to me.
So I wait here,
for you to appear
on a cream-colored horse.
A walk in the garden, with a pretty parasol,
A walk in pink blooms, near the terrace wall,
A walk in the sunshine, in high heel shoes-
Among gold, crimson peaches creams and blues.
A walk in the garden, silk dress and makeup,
Like sunset hues, calling for night to wake up.
A walk in beauty, in pretty high heel shoes,
And every direction I turn, the scent issues!
LIVING HOSTS
rustic lift of mountains beyond the field
of wild red poppies, blackbird
wings like a parasol
close proximity to the living hosts
gloriously splattered with
muse’s brush and faeries
11/29/2019
Kimo Format 10/7/6
Draped in rain and cold once again
His soul’s memory soaks delight
Embraces nights of stark darkness
Haunted tears dried up by the sun
This time around he is prepared
Mind sheltered by a parasol
Snow covers the window of change
08th September 2019
Farewell Summer contest
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud
7 lines with 8 syllables each
Checked with howmanysyllables.com
Once I had it all
Told this to my ma
As she let down her parasol
Under the rains the waters fell
Torrential buckets of rain waters
drops,
drops,
drips,
drops pouring down rain falls
Floods the city towns
Covered yet empty rain clouds
falls,
fells,
falls, falling down from the heavens
down
unto the ground
Over the under
6/03/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Autumn Colors
Trees shake old cobwebs from their heads
A kaleidoscopic parade of colors tumbles down
Pretty reds and yellows, parasol shapes
Parachute softly and collect in mounds
Falling leaves that drift and cross our paths
Brought on by climates cooler winds
Leave the trees in all their majesty
To become the magic of the season
Created on 9/03/14 for Autumn Colors poetry contest
me and you love plant three rising ambient light one parasol folds * * Oxalis triangularis -the love plant
A floral parasol gave shade
to features sad, but finely drawn,
no laugh lines marked her sweet facade,
a countenance both pale and wan.
She glided by the garden wall
and shed a tear, a wistful sigh,
the blossoms bent as if in awe,
the warblers chirped in sympathy.
I yearned to take her arm, to find
the reason for her dire distress,
but modesty prevailed.
Consumed with unrequited love
my passion full curtailed.