Top 100 Poems About: PINK
Top 100 Poems on / about
- carpe diem
"They are fools who kiss and tell" --
Wisely has the poet sung.
Man may hold all sorts of posts
If he'll only hold his tongue. read more »Rudyard Kipling
2.The Pink Carnation
I may walk until I’m fainting, I may write until I’m blinded,
I might drink until my back teeth are afloat,
But I can’t forget my ruin and the happy days behind it,
When I wore a pink carnation in my coat. read more »Henry Lawson
Fair one, you did on me bestow
Comparisons too sweet to ow;
And but I found them sent from you
I durst not think they could be true. read more »Henry King
What is pink? a rose is pink
By a fountain's brink.
What is red? a poppy's red
In its barley bed. read more »Christina Georgina Rossetti
5.Pink Eucalyptus Flowers
Pink eucalyptus flowers
(The flowers are out)
Are scented honey sweet
For bees to buzz about. read more »Lesbia Harford
6.Frequently The Wood Are Pink
Frequently the wood are pink—
Frequently are brown. read more »Emily Dickinson
7.This Peach Is Pink With Such A Pink
This peach is pink with such a pink
As suits the peach divinely;
The cunning colour rarely spread
Fades to the yellow finely; read more »Norman Rowland Gale
8.'In The Pink'
So Davies wrote: ' This leaves me in the pink. '
Then scrawled his name: ' Your loving sweetheart Willie '
With crosses for a hug. He'd had a drink
Of rum and tea; and, though the barn was chilly, read more »Siegfried Sassoon
9.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
Under the rose-tree's dancing shade
There stands a little ivory girl,
Pulling the leaves of pink and pearl
With pale green nails of polished jade. read more »Oscar Wilde
We'll drink a drink adrink
To Lily the Pink the Pink the Pink,
The savior of read more »Shel Silverstein
Feather light wings that float softly through the air tickled by specks of dust.
Bright white light inflamed with pink and laced with gold.
Raising flowers, changing seasons,
singing in high pitched voices that only children can hear. read more »Laura Cummings