Tinge Poems - Poems about Tinge

Tinge, thy colors terrific. Weather wave, point where? Heaven and Hell, this may stick! Brick upon the bare. Red the rampant real? Rind? Rhyme. Tornados in time. Wind above the city, chime. Tequila, thy lime. Yak upon the mountain; Which way doth trouble lurk? Rubbish, fill the garbage bin! If you work, you shirk! Psyche, soul tormented; This place sure stinks of doom! Lyre of love lamented! O curse on...

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Remember where you came from And what you had to do To achieve your present outcome Before your life was through. Your life has reached duality, Rumor is now the known, And your stereotyped personality Has assumed a life of its own. Now that you are famous, Your private life is through, Your flame of fame is flickering, But it’s cored by a tinge of...

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dewdrops, brightly lit, adorn the golden skytops. sky, as though her clothes were torn. hides behind clouds, feeling shy. ...

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Once the beating of The drum, follows the beating Of the heart, tinge ding....

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I could tell you who I am, But I'm petrified of opening up. Why am I terrified of pouring like a river? I wonder what mountains gave me such shame. But you'll forever live, Within the cracks of some beating heart, I wonder, If the first stab of heartbreak, Was the same shades to you, Purple, yellow, a tinge of pink. What is the melancholy...

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Chiffon sky splashes the sunburst glow of grandeur On the verdant valley veering around the jade hills Fawn foliage rustles on the gentle slope with a sigh Drawn by the wind dry leaves glide down the rills. For long I've walked on the contour of crystal stream Shore of the sapphire sea isn’t ever out of my sight Before the spent...

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My window opens wider, as my focus narrows down The words are now much richer than what I used to think profound The light brings joy and substance, filling corners deep and closed Its breezes tinged with lilac —all negatives exposed (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)...

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My window opens wider as my focus narrows down The words are now much richer than what I used to think profound The light brings joy and substance filling corners deep and closed Its breezes tinged with lilac —all negatives exposed (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)...

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blue tinge of moonlight, reflected in your green eyes, romantically teasing. I wish to wallow in its depths, soak up the love, surrender to your wanting.... sparkling glints of light portraying your inner glow, bodies swaying together, caressing desires. quicker than lightening strikes... moonlight pierces your heart strings. September 7 2017 Contest: Russell Sivey's Moonlight Delight....

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Tinge Of Purple Rests Within My Heart Tinge of purple rests within my tired heart Soft touches of a heavy old soul Now pulling on my heavy empty cart Often my world seems to be lumps of coal. I heard thumps of acorns falling on down That majestic oak sheds its little seeds Old age has me feeling like a sad clown Longing...

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I feel it to a small extent - a little tinge of it - those times I hear about friends going on vacations to fun exotic places; friends of mine receiving special presents from their husbands; women I have known for ages getting plastic surgeries, losing weight, and looking now like models; Anyone who does not feel a tinge of jealousy toward...

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When all the world is finally right, when you look at all you have and for once you feel grateful, when you smile and laugh and feel happy and you know it's not just a mask, that's when you feel that tinge. The little pain in your heart that tells you that inside you are still hurting. The strings on...

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a splash of pink in a deep blue sky just tingeing the clouds as they slowly drift by sun slips behind the mountain...

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Whatever you anticipate Contains a tinge of dread. It’s better to acknowledge it And hope it doesn’t spread. If you prefer pretending, Looking only at the good, You’ll be shocked when you discover How much you’ve misunderstood. Though they talk of silver linings, To an optimist’s delight, We who recognize disasters Know that’s only partly right. For no matter the occasion, Even those imbued with joy, There is doubt...

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A tinge of gold A patch of blue sky Green foliage, unfolds Capturing the soul...

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