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Poems About: PINK

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  • 205.
    Perceptions of Pink

    You asked me the other day if I saw in pink.
    I wasn’t so much surprised by the question
    (because I knew neon was how you saw the world)
    as I was caught off-guard by it; read more »

    Carrie D'Amato
  • 206.
    A Mounded Serpants, Circle

    Draw with fingers there upon the mounded circle.
    Being luxurious,
    is bright the white edition.
    It can be wrapped with the paper, read more »

    Is It Poetry
  • 207.
    Trees in Bloom

    Come summer months
    We citizens wilt
    But the trees bloom
    And the riot of colours read more »

    chandra thiagarajan
  • 208.
    Sunshine

    Sunsets are pretty,
    Sunsets are pink
    Sunsets are red,
    Sunsets are purple, read more »

    lisa daborn
  • 209.
    The Lonely Street

    School is over. It is too hot
    to walk at ease. At ease
    in light frocks they walk the streets
    to while the time away. read more »

    William Carlos Williams
  • 210.
    Butterfly (Children's Poem)

    Mother wants to catch a beautiful butterfly
    To put on in my pink dress
    And bring me to stroll down the street read more »

    Hsiu Lee
  • 211.
    "Roses"

    People say Roses are Red,
    Then, Red Roses for my passionate love to you
    People say Roses are Pink,
    Then, Pink Roses to show that I admire you read more »

    Ryn
  • 212.
    Fairies Come A-calling

    winter fairies come
    a-calling
    faces pressed window panes
    twinkling read more »

    Sophia White
  • 213.
    I Know A Baby, Such A Baby

    I know a baby, such a baby, -
    Round blue eyes and cheeks of pink,
    Such an elbow furrowed with dimples, read more »

    Christina Georgina Rossetti
  • 214.
    Spring In Bloom

    Spring has came and open
    It's doors

    Peeping it's head from read more »

    Carolyn Sears
  • 215.
    Variations On Nothing

    That negligible bit of sand which slides
    Without a sound and settles in the hourglass,
    And the fleeting impressions on the fleshy-pink,
    The perishable fleshy-pink, of a cloud... read more »

    Giuseppe Ungaretti
  • 216.
    Stanzas In Meditation: Stanza XIII

    There may be pink with white or white with rose
    Or there may be white with rose and pink with mauve read more »

    Gertrude Stein
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