Varicolored Poems - Poems about Varicolored

...Tulips of morning just waked from amaranth dreams, meet glittering sun. Dogwood rose opens redly Pink dawn's jewel shines steady. Beautiful flowers respond to warmth's mute caress! T......

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...Joan Marlowe was eight years old, and loved the smiling, happy people; As green pines love chattering redbirds, when an orange sun is gleeful. And yet, when some found they were too busy,......

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...Miss Muffet was a girl of thirteen, filled with youth's beauty and charm; And a love of vibrant life zealous, like eager, vivid thunder of blue alarm. She was a fine student, pert and pop......

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...Yesterday I was in the parched, red desert, where it pours only seldom, Bearing joy for varicolored cacti blooms, a silvery shower, very welcome. This morning I deluged the green, pathless ......

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...I was a world famous fashion designer, and quite enraptured with the new, Like first caress of pink, peach dawn light, smiling at the full moon's taboo. I adored laboring with colors I loved, in ......

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...I was a productive, proficient painter, long captivated by the manifold colors, An infinite parade of hues and intensities, like tales of a thousand summers. I worked daily at this irresistible p......

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...I was a successful, fashionable florist, in mild green days of elegant gardens, When an orange sun beamed its pleasure, like locales where lavender begins. I formed arrangements for many occasion......

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...In perpetual sunshine of years, a bouquet a day, varicolored and beautiful, chanting blooms' warm, deep yellow praise! My garden gleeful is always looking on the bright side.......

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...I was an artistic, floral designer, intoxicated by the sweet-smelling blooms, Like magenta butterfly swarms, at a standstill, intoxicated by floral fumes. Gold days were full of my bloom designs,......

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...I was a famous, learned historian, living a good life in prevalent today; As vast, grey clouds must move on, once wild storms are swept away. I spent many golden days and plum evenings, perusing ......

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...Mimi is my fond, constant companion, my nearest and dearest loyal friend, Mimi makes golden, precious days brighter, like orange sun that never ends. Mimi has the rare gift for loving, that cause......

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...In childhood, we saw our tiny world in brightest kaleidoscopic shades. There were no greys, only brilliant swirls of colors that formed vibrant parades and danced among peridot-green blades. Our......

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...Dappled dawn slowly raised its shade As brindled pit-bull puppies played Patiently the fisherman hooks the mottled rose-dotted trout Peppiness in his laughter rings out Lazily the varicolore......

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...I was a vibrant, portrait painter, bringing cherished profiles to eternal life, Like undying life of balmy springtime, recurring in shades of green so rife. I had long been fascinated with new fa......

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...I was a compelling abstract painter, engrossed in the world of vibrant colors, Like the endless intensities of rainbow hues, that cancel any need for others. Beauty was was always in my naked eye......

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