Top 100 Poems About: PINK


In this page, poems on / about “pink” are listed.
  • 1.
    '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
  • 2.
    Pink Is My Colour

    Pink pants and rosy plants
    Pink blouses, never failing to arouse spouses

    Pink hot feverish lips read more »

    Sylvia Chidi
  • 3.
    Frequently The Wood Are Pink

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    Frequently the wood are pink—
    Frequently are brown. read more »

    Emily Dickinson
  • 4.
    Pink Dominoes

    "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.
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    Rudyard Kipling
  • 5.
    My Pink Rose

    Pink and delicate
    this rose belongs

    to my heart read more »

    Heather Burns
  • 6.
    Pink

    At night I think pink looks depressing…
    Like a school girls lumpy blancmange
    There is something churlish un-exotic
    Unless it's of, the most vibrant - colour. read more »

    Mark Heathcote
  • 7.
    Pink (An Acrostic)

    Pretty as a picture
    In her brand new summer dress;
    Not that she is interested,
    Kids love to make a mess. read more »

    John Carter Brown
  • 8.
    Pink Sari

    When took a dip in Ganga
    that pink sari
    imbibed a lot of Advaitha. read more »

    Sathya Narayana
  • 9.
    Pink Roses

    I wash my hands, in your ink, fast between a
    valley, it clings to me, lives in me, my pen.
    and Waves, that run, i float on, the rose and hand,
    and the sun on my face, this rose a tender bud. read more »

    James McLain
  • 10.
    Like A Beautiful Pink Camellia

    Like a beautiful pink camellia that's how you appear to me
    That bloom in chilly August on it's dark green mother tree
    So bright and fresh and pretty in the wintery wind and rain
    That's how you've always looked to me and that's how you will remain. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 11.
    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
  • 12.
    Pink

    A blush of pink:
    She'd caught a roving eye -
    He gave a wink.
    Her smile had played a shy read more »

    Mark R Slaughter
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