Yellowy Poems - Poems about Yellowy

...She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor: “Winter is dead.” —A. A. Milne Y our old-fashioned lemony pie E specially with meringue L uxurious......

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...The Sunny Month of July She skips from me in a playful romp Among the fields, yellowy plump. Her laughter echoes sprightly alive, In the sunny month of July. To the chase, I engage in......

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...Silent Trumpets. . The yellowy trumpets In great abundance Are blown but make no sound The crowds of blue bells remain silent Without ringing Upon the shady ground All so quiet But their ......

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...Down by the soily brook they go, under the woody bridge. The Featherly Elfins make their home to hide from the Blustery Fridge. Made of snow and windy blow, icesickles in his hair, he comes to st......

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...I am the peakest of peaks. I rise out of morning mist, a castle of earth. From my towers, I see everything... where sky meets heaven, sunshine meets shadow. My spires: pine, spruce, f......

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...In this world, everyone looks at it for it controls all of our life from day of birth till one's last breath it can't be cut not even by a knife This comes in many a colour being yellowy fear ......

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... The hope of the living None would hope, like a destitute, by the roadside to rot, With their eyes and other vitals, by the vultures pecked out, Oozing a cocktail of body fluids, uns......

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...Alone I arrive, walking from Frederick over the gaps, across gentle hills out onto a knoll overlooking this burnished landscape. Before me I see countless writhing rows of indiscernible shapes g......

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...Create Life Colour Me Once upon a barren time, in the days of silent film Colour code gene was lacking, across the whole wide world Everything was blackybobs, mattish white and gray Blackness was......

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...Listen to the whispering's of the unhushed winds gently echoing, Ever so softly swaying, as through a tender exhaled breath of warmth, Delicately reawakening mother earth from winters hibernating s......

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...Hereabouts the thinning glades Of sparse grey Birches: Brackens crisp copper tresses All aglow; Gently waking Snowdrops Lift their sleepy heads From leafy beds of woodland moil, When tucked s......

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...Once upon a time, in the days of silent film Colour was banned in the whole wide world Everything was black, white and grey Black was night and white was day Then one day, there was a storm so ......

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...Living Paddling through life’s strong currents Untitled my existence A name means not much on Tuesday Maybe more on Sunday Or less A tear defines a being? How many, how strong, how real. Feeling e......

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...My mother was a life-long keeper of photo albums. She had several of them saved from her youth filled with black and white faded to yellowy-grey family photos of long-dead relatives posed around ......

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...I have lay dormant for too long now slept in the shadows,undiscovered. Until the all knowing mind and excited eye of a Masai shepherd extracts me from my mountainous shell. From ultramarine to l......

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