Turquoise Poems - Poems about Turquoise

Moon be my magenta muse Come wrestle me lavender loose From a sleepless silver song Mahogany melodies all night long I imagine licorice lover’s loft And mango kisses so soft Teal tormenting yet tender thought On warm white sheets I toss Could you emerald exist in time Are you just a toy in my mind Inspired by red angst a fire To join in loin...

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Talk turquoise thoughts with your eyes Reel me in like silver fish on white line You took me with hooking lips so witty Telling me selling me on how I’m pretty Holding my hand you stole my heart Can’t tell when the fantasy will start Lose track of time when with you It’s a good time and the sky is blue If...

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Woke up from deep peaceful sleep Acid reflux turquoise troubling me With regret I rethink what'd I eat Cheesy potato skins culprit me thinks The food is rebelling behind my breast Like blue boat sailing in my chest Gas and vomit won’t let me rest I must eat better I cranberry confess...

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If I were a kente kite I’d hang u by your toes And we’d delight in flight Of poetic purple prose We would drop lines So electric and so divine Emerald eclectic electric shine Lighting up the darkest minds If I were a holy book I’d say all the right words Anyone who takes a look Would feel seen and heard No need for virgin vanity...

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Dreaming esteeming despite reality’s limitations Red rendezvous with you like a blank bank check Our rainbow love so fluid like confetti celebration So unique so mystique a heart sparks is blessed Your solar smile stays hot wild melting any dilemma We planted a love garden by the Nile despite nights crisp nights in November I notice you are...

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My pen rights my sins I can admit my faults Time and time again Writing finds me when lost That’s the fun of it To lose myself in my pages If dark then find me lit By the enchanting words and phrases I’m embarrassed to admit Often I don’t think at all Pink pen seems to vomit And journal catches it raw You can...

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Thoughts shot like black darts Ricocheting in decaying glass hearts So uninspired so much to be desired Black and white lines crossed tossed I’m the piano playing out of tune I’m poinsettia’s of black bloom I’m the one that got away to soon The flood of tears your fears of monsoon Red tide inside of passions death Never did lie to you lied...

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Hot then cold cold then hot Peri menopause is that all you got Frying my ovaries sunny side up Serve them with cheese to fertile love I get frisky then change my mind I’m like whisky or unnamed wine Not too ripe nor too young on vine Still a bit spicy for red valentine Looking inside I’m more mature I’ve learn to glide past...

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Turquoise camouflage outlines constantly shifting across diamond fields...

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Civilized and yet so awesome, the ocean’s a perfect poem; I’ve been gone but I’m coming home; Ivory foam, ivory foam; While a hurricane wind destroys that briny perfume overjoys; I’m surrounded by soothing noise; Sea of turquoise, sea of turquoise....

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Indigo ink dreams Dripping from heart Tattoos tongue with kinetic kiss Green electric buzz like sip Of fine blueberry wine so sweet Dreamy turquoise love touch Filling me up with red desire On fire for your romantic antic Sweeping me off my feet Carrying me with ease Of a blue breeze to deserted love island Where tan sands caress like brown hands White waters flow warm...

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a black eyes white bird chromatic sunset turquoise rainbow tail and crown...

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Happy Birthday my dear Bluebird Enjoy your special day I hope that some time in our lives We can fly away A lake in France is waiting It's where it all began A dream I had with you and I That grew in breadth and span My heart encased, surrounded A special kind of love On your wings unbounded Hangs the moon, uh-huh If someday were...

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You are my midnight love chimera. Beneath a deep aquamarine sea. We met innocently and affably, Giggling and smiling, so innocently. But…passion’s gates opened wide. And its aquatic, aqueous mouth… Swallowed us, whole and most divine. ...

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Was it fashioned by Navajo? I do not know, I said. But I love it. Maybe it is Hopi, grandfather suggested. Or Zuni. It doesn’t matter to me, I told him. I absolutely love it. I would love it more if I knew, he said. Why does he have to love it? It is mine....

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