Violette Poems - Poems about Violette

Hall filled with people unknown Stood Violette wearing a ball gown As the young gentlemen asks for her hand She offers him a lifetime's dance Her touch reminds him of lavender The lavender makes his heart purple As his body turns into a garden of wisteria His eyes start to glow like topaz His hands take over the color of Turkiyenite His...

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Music of life, she alone, chooses. Though a host others, think, she loses? She tourjettes high, above life’s discords, Leaps to Ravel’s melodious chords. Loss and pain are her greatest gain. Gratitude, raises her high above pain. “Pavane for a Dead Princess”,how it moves her. Adorned, in purple, in front of her gold, leafed mirror.! Purple-satin toe shoes, tied around beautiful legs. Her wish,...

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Victim of format, prisoner of rhyme Inmate of vision —exile sublime (Monmartre France: April, 1978)...

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It's spring. Cares we're flinging, and the birds are winging; their birdlings are singing growing fatter! Love doves now are cooing. So what could be brewing? Romance is ensuing. That's the matter! All the world is playing. Some for rain are praying. Rainfall answers, saying Pitter-patter. With my worries fleeing, it is all so freeing. Crazy I'll be being - a mad hatter! Yes, the world is brighter. Burdens now seem lighter. Things...

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We’re truth and light combined, where the stars are aligned, all things of love entwined- hope is endured. Existence has survived, faith finally revived, no scheme can be contrived- with dreams insured. Pain dreads all the cheerful, when life seems so tearful, let’s help all the fearful- needs are secured. To remain in ardor, many things to adore, love...

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Self Discovery A Violette Poem sometimes I remember our time in September that became an ember Faint memories it's unforgettable not understandable We aren't valuable gone centuries I gave you everything my love was bellyaching you don't give anything wasted journeys your love slipped from my hands please stop violent chants your downgrading commands angry flurries from sunny to aching I am slowly breaking stop your selfish taking dark galleries hopefully you'll soon go and I can...

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Violette Poem Violets Renowned Wild violets renowned Prayers with grace astound One flower would spellbound Hundreds granted Yard covered with flowers Showing God's great powers God's love gives them hours Gift not planted Violets in beauty Whisper of God's duty To teach His tutee A song chanted Will we learn in session That is my one question Would our soul freshen Or be scanted Man can easily remain In this life lost inane Never...

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Arousing affective Wistful retrospective Amorous perspective Sweet regression Mystic enigmatic Spellbound charismatic E'er melodramatic Sweet discretion Sacred sanctuary Lovers legendary Raw imaginary Sweet impression Wandering allseeing Spirits freely fleeing Roaming unbound being Sweet obsession Candied fine confection Dulcet recollection Stirring retrospection Sweet digression AP: 2nd place 2020 Submitted on September 29, 2018 for contest STANDARD No.120 sponsored by BRIAN STANDARD and on April 1, 2018 for VIOLETTE POETRY CONTEST sponsored...

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He met her in Dallas In the Silver Palace Said her name was Alice - He was nineteen She said,"Let's join forces!" He said,"I ride horses - We've seperate courses, You are pristine!" But she had known lovers And seen 'neath the covers Of more than most others - Places unseen He said,"I herd cattle My brain's 'bout to addle From sittin' a saddle And in between." But she wasn't worried As...

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hear the happy skittle knows he isn't brittle laughs at flying spittal from the vicars see the sullen dancer living fearing cancer seldom wants an answer always bickers smell the Christmas fairy legs and arms so hairy makes me rather wary nostril pickers man who's always smiling messing up the tiling says he's done the filing wearing knickers thinks he's Jack the Ripper breaks another zipper eats a mouldy kipper pounding tickers LOL,...

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Spring begins to grumble That winter won't crumble Seasons seem in jumble Snow still falling The breeze will soon escort And spring it will exhort As blooms she will assort No more bawling Then lilacs will assent As fragrance they present And nature will consent No more stalling And birds will sing...

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***** restless sleep... the nightmares.. i shut my eyes some-wheres. to find myself upstairs... gasping... gagging... in a darkroom hidden... i felt as if chidden... was I in a midden... my guilt... bragging... thinking I was dying... face wet... i'd been crying... my eye's felt blank...prying... voices slagging... she won't catch us again... she's no room to complain... how many cried in-vain... and her blagging... kept for to long starving... bad thoughts they...

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Violette Poem-Nature’s Design Some folks like cold weather. Want the warm air, never. Could have snow forever. Wintertime kind. A snowstorm is outside, covering countrywide. Go have a fun sleigh ride. Oh no, Springtime! It’s called a Noreaster. So, don’t get spring fever, nor outdoor plans either. Nature’s design Dressed white are trees displayed, as winds fuss in tirade howling in serenade. How nice and fine! It’s March and you’re housebound a feeling...

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WILDLIFE SUFFERS ~~~~~~~~~~~~ clearing woodland! really? makes me feel so teary. right now my eyes, bleary, wildlife suffers once, all mankind, hunters, nothing left, no grunters! human beings, shunters! bald land coiffures for sustenance, gathered no land back then, shattered now the land is battered us all duffers much wildlife now extinct i can't be more succinct nature won't be hoodwinked she has buffers pollution is hurting! in denial, skirting! mass extinction, flirting! closing shutters ~~~~~~~~~~~~ You...

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We welcome days of spring, fledglings are on the wing; I hear them sweetly sing in skies of blue Our farmer’s up at dawn spring lambs are being born, they’ll play from dusk till dawn as babies do. I’ve grown pretty flowers, which brighten dark bowers. I work out doors for hours, do you do too? Spring brings us wind and rain, people moan, rains a pain. My brolly...

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