Yellow Poems | Examples of Yellow Poetry

I am a butter cup From which you can drink Perhaps I’m the sun that makes you blink Even when I’m blue Inside I am yellow After all my friend I’m perfectly mellow For Andrea Deitrich’s Imagine yourself as a colour contest, ...

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"I tawt I taw a puddy tat ! I did, I did taw a puddy tat ! " A yellow canary character with a large head called Tweety, blue eyes, long lashes, no arms, big orange feet, a real sweetie. In his gilded cage he sings songs in his high-pitched squeaky voice, he is well travelled, loves adventure, and with...

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Your yellow rain-coat, dripping of hair comfort of hoodie and scent of nice but cheap perfume I love. It's an aroma to your skin I'm so in love with. Are they tears of joy upon the splash of water or salt near your eyes. I'm wrapped in every conversation I have with you. ...

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Double yellow lines  I sit inside a massive fog of nothingness plays on my imaginary piano using one finger a ditty, sun outside, sun inside, sun only sun I feel massively and supremely untalented  Now that the amalgamation of writers, poets dancers, trampoline ladies, and painters that lived inside of me, has turned into a block immovable zero  I look at a black...

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I live my life through colours prime through colours, colours, colours prime. Can change their shades at any time can change them as I age. Beginning with the whitest page the whitest, whitest, whitest page. My youth was with me at this stage my youth with colours bright. The mix back then was blended right was blended, blended, blended right. These shades remained within my...

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YELLOW ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Yellow stars are quickly receding, as I’ve always known they would. Yellow is the sun touching the eastern sky adding color to the neighborhood. Yellow is the warmth of mellow sunshine, mid woodland songs and cries. Yellow is the egg yolk and buttery toast I eat on the porch watching butterflies. Yellow is the morning of marigolds and...

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In this summer month of her what would have been her 21st birthday, I see bed of withering red orange tiger lilies and say, "Your death reddened you, yellow flower, into an orange, then red."...

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"A future dawn will break, where nations transcend borders and unite as one". "A symphony of harmony will resonate, as every melody blends into a universal song". "All goddesses will be revered as facets of the Divine, reflecting the radiance of singular, all encompassing spirit". ...

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creeping toward clover tiny yellow wood sorrel jealous dandelions...

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I love when we sit in the hot bright sun, add some butter or we will get well done. Sky and water of ice blue, better than the dull store view. Oh! look I am popping so I will run....

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There was a carney, I knew as Larry. He lived with a knife thrower, named Sherry. Sherry loved her yellow canary, and trusted its care while gone to Barry. While she was gone, the bird somehow got free. He looked everywhere, where could that bird be? His eyes looked up as he dropped to one knee, and prayed for help to find...

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the dandelion weeps as a summer sun melts away each dewdrop, reflecting the morning winds resolving to accompany the hesitant chirps, songs of hope, of grace feelings whispering to the weeds… never will my heart forget the dandelion’s tears as she remembers the spring and her first encouraging petals, the glow of light on the dawn as she realizes her time is here, she is born blessed by buttery buds and healing...

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fluorescent yellow paint I paint a sun center of a flower stripes of a dinosaur giant tulip with peach tips eyes of a cat dots on a ladybug clown fish fin butterfly wings Dots on a mushroom house fluorescent yellow paint...

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Yellow Warbler That's A Real Warbly One, That I Never Knew. Photo Image Copy Writ I'm Sure. I'm Certain. Curtains Wrapped In Values Dear Steer The Mood To Rats And Hawks. Want To Watch? A Hawk Refreshed? You Talk Or Talk But Not Talk Now... No-Not-Know. Every Foot-Fall? I Didn't Even Know The Frea-King Bird. I Have No ID-ea What's IM-portant. And Neither Do You. We...

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A Yellow silk scarf He bought a yellow silk scarf at a second-hand shop In Cheshire, the type actors were, when meeting for A drinks party; the mirror told me he wore the scarf With seedy elegance, which normally comes to those Who has no self-awareness, better still, ignores what Other people think. In Ashdod, someone broke into his cabin, the thief...

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