Verde Poems - Poems about Verde

Under cliff hides life Long time here the world slept Ancient homes remain....

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Bless each palo verde bloom – Those cuplets kissed by the sun My vision wants to consume That thus have raptured my love. See how they speckle the tree With a burst of yellow bright And upon the branches flit By the wind that blows nigh – Leading me not to...

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An artsy faerie of Emerald green with her dragon Verde can be seen, deep in the woods by a stump of oak; this pair were quite creative folks. A faerie gifted with a talent for carving though she earned not a single farthing; she carved and carved for children you see bunnies, flowers, birds and bees. Verde would fly into their dreams at...

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No one’s ever gone until forgotten Their memory etched like words in stone —canyons to remind (Chama New Mexico: January, 2019)...

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Shadows on a cave wall, eyes that look for truth Figments of what sight denies —dancing resolute (Durango Colorado: September, 2004)...

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Green clinger on arid arroyo rock, Spring blooms of faded yellow you did drop. Desert dry took a toll of leaf and branch Leaving photosynthesis to your bark. Life is tough, lizard kissed, so short and harsh. Unlike upland cousins, you are blessed: In your shelter rests a saguaro babe, Whose stately arms one day will take your place. ...

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A grama é verde, a tulipa é vermelha Na vida e nos negócios sempre, sempre a grama é verde a tulipa é vermelha às vezes, você precisa que seu deus ou Deus te mostre a simplicidade de um simples convite, não uma palavra de sabedoria. Quase sempre, para ver os seus olhos olhando para você, como os olhos deveriam finalmente “te ver” vendo você, como...

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Grama verde Na vida ou nos negócios a grama nem sempre é mais verde do outro lado da cerca. As gramas não conhecem Cercas Cercas pouco tem a ver com gramado verde. A grama é mais verde onde é cuidada. Ao atravessar cercas, leve água com você e cuide da grama em todos os lados da cerca....

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Verde chases for his meal A Trodden over clovers Robin An oriole flickers up Red Beating down the grass Breast A cardinal darts away Twitches A streak of lightening flashes Until The last bluebird bursts Death...

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After sixty-six years, what remains of first love Is just your name really, but still it lingers, Like the fragrance of a rose petal kept in a diary. It may seem strange to some, but I do call it love Though we were only 1st graders, wishing on a star. At recess you were Dale Evans And I was Roy Rogers,...

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Im tiefen Flug Herrlich leuchtendes Gefieder Ein junger Grünspecht Im hohen alten Lindenbaum Am günen Ufer der Mandau ------------------------------------------ In its deep flight With splendid bright plumage A young Green Woodpecker At a tall old linden tree Near the green banks of the Mandau ------------------------------------------ En su vuelo rasante Con maravilloso brillante plumaje Un joven carpintero verde En un tilo viejo y alto Cerca de...

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