Purple Poems
Disabled
by Wilfred Owen
He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,
And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park
Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,
Voices of play and pleasure after day,
Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.
About this time Town used to swing so gay
When glow-lamps budded in the light blue trees,
And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim,-
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Tartary
by Walter de la Mare
If I were Lord of Tartary,
Myself, and me alone,
My bed should be of ivory,
Of beaten gold my throne;
And in my court should peacocks flaunt,
And in my forests tigers haunt,
And in my pools great fishes slant
Their fins athwart the sun.
If I were Lord of Tartary,
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This Lime-Tree Bower My Prison
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain,
This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost
Beauties and feelings, such as would have been
Most sweet to my remembrance even when age
Had dimm'd mine eyes to blindness! They, meanwhile,
Friends, whom I never more may meet again,
On springy heath, along the hill-top edge,
Wander in gladness, and wind down, perchance,
To that still roaring dell, of which I told;
The roaring dell, o'erwooded, narrow, deep,
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Violet Morning
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Rising sun
on a purple sea.
Fading stars.
Newborn hope
is lovely in the shadows,
'neath violet skies.
The Ballad Of Father Gilligan
by William Butler Yeats
The old priest Peter Gilligan
Was weary night and day
For half his flock were in their beds
Or under green sods lay.
Once, while he nodded in a chair
At the moth-hour of the eve
Another poor man sent for him,
And he began to grieve.
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Violet Morning
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Rising sun
on a purple sea.
Fading stars.
Newborn hope
is lovely in the shadows,
'neath violet skies.
Purple Haze
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Purple haze,
Twilight days,
Beauty's hour,
Fresh flower!
Purple haze,
A dawn blaze,
Rosebud red,
Sleep in bed.
Show and tell,
Perfume smell.
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The Purple Shadows
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The skies are deepest plum,
And the sun's like a cherry,
The dark mysteries beckon,
And birds are in mulberries!
Peach roses soft and creamy,
In rich shadows gone dreamy.
Purple Petal Potpourri
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Gathering a huge bunch, of the most fragrant purple flowers,
I made purple petal potpourri, creating joy to last for hours.
I combined plum roses and lilacs, irises, lavender and others,
Like the colorful birds of summer, looking for their lovers!
Gay days were at last here, and I had found my great desire,
To create the dark exotic scents, like sweet incense on fire!
The potpourri was so fragrant, that it lasted all the summer;
And drifted away into autumn, after spreading all its wonders.
Plummy
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
after the rainfall
treetops weep dusk's purple tears
goodbye to golden
some days should last forever
because they were that perfect
like the latest dawn
when hot pink sun sat on rose
apricot in hue
and later I found my love
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