Poems About: PURPLE

In this page, poems on / about “purple” are listed.

  • 337.
    Asylum

    My tears are blue,
    My eyes, Purple, green and black-
    Yours, I do not know the color of-
    I may have met you before in some dark alley- read more »

    Claudia Krizay
  • 338.
    Letter To My Rose (Part C)

    Oh, my pretty rose dressed in opulent purple
    Your fiery eyes covered in pure but piercing gaze
    Set my soul afire atop the haze hovering it
    With all the purplish enchantment in the first meet read more »

    Christian Tobechukwu Okafor
  • 339.
    Queen Anne's Lace

    Her body is not so white as
    anemone petals nor so smooth--nor
    so remote a thing. It is a field
    of the wild carrot taking read more »

    William Carlos Williams
  • 340.
    Leda

    Where the slow river
    meets the tide,
    a red swan lifts red wings
    and darker beak, read more »

    Hilda Doolittle
  • 341.
    The Rose

    See, Mignonne, hath not the Rose,
    That this morning did unclose
    Her purple mantle to the light,
    Lost, before the day be dead, read more »

    Pierre de Ronsard
  • 342.
    By Broad Potomac's Shore


    BY broad Potomac's shore--again, old tongue!
    (Still uttering--still ejaculating--canst never cease this babble?)
    Again, old heart so gay--again to you, your sense, the full flush read more »

    Walt Whitman
  • 343.
    Shadows on the Down

    When daffodils danced in Chuck Hatch, and white clouds
    Drew their own shadowy purple across the hills,
    Darkening the valley where the small flint church
    The Saxon built stood roofless to the sun, read more »

    Alfred Noyes
  • 344.
    Jonah

    A purple whale
    Proudly sweeps his tail
    Towards Nineveh;
    Glassy green read more »

    Robert Graves
  • 345.
    A Tribute To Tough Old Broads

    I'm wearing PUR-PLE!
    I'm wearing PUR-PLE!
    Ha-Ha, Ha-Ha!
    I've Kicked over the traces, read more »

    Scarlett Treat
  • 346.
    When I die

    Lay me, in a solitary grave yard.
    Where no one has been laid there before.
    I wan't a tall square grave stone laid on top of me.
    Lay me under a sicamore. read more »

    Joey Smith
  • 347.
    I Try

    Try
    can you
    too, or has freedom
    a laughter read more »

    Sandra Osborne
  • 348.
    Snowglobe

    Sprinkles falling onto frozen faces
    Don’t fight gravity
    And other facts of life
    Lost to the opulence of the city read more »

    Cassandra Helen
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