Whitish Poems - Poems about Whitish

...The pillow queen stokes her empire her quivering hand follows her letter to all it may concern cry in the dark although she maybe strong, made out of ploughshares the sun still flickers so......Read the rest...

...A deeper silence was born around Nature waiting for its awakening, a weary, discontent, wandering star gleamed with a scarcely light so murky and feeble; then dissipated itself in the faded, whit......Read the rest...

...Venture advances, the future ... occurs, the White Willow trees, best found by rivers edge. Salix alba, and 'Tristis' means sad, hence, 'Weeping', yet the essence seems to add a picturesque of a ......Read the rest...

...THE NEST IS DESOLATE, AND TOMORROW ISN'T NEAR Daily bread isn't enough for breakfast The living quests to save tomorrow So the Eagle left its nest in search of big catch Flying above the pi......Read the rest...

...When I went to bed last night, my hair was fairer, Yet when I looked at the mirror today, a stranger was there, More grey than fair, I’m eccentric I’m a poet for Goodness’ sake, I say what I mean......Read the rest...

...Milky moon on earth is peeping By the mountain whitish pane Gusts of wind with icy kisses Rattle people in the train Pines birches laden laden Shivering in the village lane In the snowy night......Read the rest...

...Come in scented summer garden! Come in nature super show! veins of Thee all turned to yellow Mistletoe! in spring woe? In the scented breath of summer Laugh and look at magic show Beaut......Read the rest...

...?? O thou whitish heaven's deity Rowing on the waterways Hellen of the birds in heaven Heaven of the world of fays In the foggy eves of winter In the moonlit lake you row? Larks and cuckoos......Read the rest...

...??? I saw the lady moon in sky She peeped in lakes and float on high She perched on softish throne of gales She played with fays and stars of sky With silver sheen she smiled at dales At hi......Read the rest...

...??????? Thou airy ship, thou whitish mist! Thou float on ocean and the dale Thou art a painting by my Lord! A painting which is not for sale Thou sooth the hearts of all on earth Thou hea......Read the rest...

...As I began my walk this morning…a walk every day I repeat I thought: even in the darkness of the early hour… It takes no courage for me to walk along the street. Because I look the way people th......Read the rest...

...Thou airy ship, thou whitish mist! Thou float on ocean and the dale Thou art a painting by my Lord! A painting which is not for sale Thou sooth the hearts of all on earth Thou heaths and mea......Read the rest...

...One Dewy morn in month of May When meads and green were half asleep The breeze was filled with blooms and hay And by the lake were herds of sheep In tinkling bells, in tinkling bells O life ! O......Read the rest...

...I often think to write on thee In holy eves oh waterfalls! Thou captivate all heart that beat Thy magic everyone enthralled All pouring clouds by thee that pass Thy very sight them all appalle......Read the rest...

...On the west coast of Africa Stands there, the realm of liberty, Sierra Leone She hosts men of but no clone Many of her descendants are erudite These men of controversies Who seem to read only th......Read the rest...