Rhyme Poems
Daisy Mae
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Daisy Mae is walking by the scented jade meadow,
of warm butterscotch days and mulberry sundown,
And in the green trees, lingers a murder of crows,
Lying in wait for raven night, when luster abounds!
Vast skies are teal, and a whisper's on the breeze.
She is lost in the moment, as the sunshine pours,
And scarlet and purple birds sing in different keys,
As meadow and moor, thrum in vibrant discourse.
Soft and Silky Silence
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Silence is very likely quite abundant in heaven,
And all was pure bliss before the noise rebellion,
For thoughts were loud then and never impelled,
From any of the places where beauty once dwelled.
In absence of music magic so much would be lost,
But it's so wrong to tolerate sound at any cost!
The spirit craves rosy silence in order to glow,
Soft and velvety smooth as summer night moonglow.
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Crystal Waterfall
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Translucent waterfall at the verge of the beach,
Natural sensation, drowsy summertime's peach,
Perpetually in motion, like the hands of a clock,
Terminating soon in a dazzling freshness shock!
Beautiful day scene, veiled in shades of green,
A sparkling jewel at sunset, or in gilded gleam,
And my heart will recollect, well after the sight,
Of cascading coldness rushing, resembling flight.
Kaleidoscopic Medley
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Gorgeous colors come together, in a fantastic, impromptu dance,
Mingling with manifold others, in cascades of pure happenstance,
Encompassing a world of hues, like luxuriant gardens at a glance,
Or the magic of rainbow and of sunset, in zesty games of chance!
A Midas Touch
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Cerulean blue on blue, the sky is in the lake,
In a season of windswept clouds, sun baked,
At yellow hilltop cottage, a chirrup outbreak,
Red flowers line its winding path, no mistake!
The prince of noon and queen of blooms meet,
In red and golden splendor, a fragrance treat!
Green is everywhere, with the colors candied,
But red rose emerges, with its own mystique!
Daisy Mae
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Daisy Mae is walking by the scented jade meadow,
of warm butterscotch days and mulberry sundown,
And in the green trees, lingers a murder of crows,
Lying in wait for raven night, when luster abounds!
Vast skies are teal, and a whisper's on the breeze.
She is lost in the moment, as the sunshine pours,
And scarlet and purple birds sing in different keys,
As meadow and moor, thrum in vibrant discourse.
Kaleidoscopic Medley
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Gorgeous colors come together, in a fantastic, impromptu dance,
Mingling with manifold others, in cascades of pure happenstance,
Encompassing a world of hues, like luxuriant gardens at a glance,
Or the magic of rainbow and of sunset, in zesty games of chance!
Dance of the Blooms
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Wild, red roses undulate, in the windswept way,
Purple peonies flutter, along the breeze highway,
Blue and pink daisies waltz, in pathways of sun,
Delicate lilies waver, in gentle cream commotion.
Green grasses ripple, going to hued sunset end,
And orange begonias quiver, in a gold weekend,
Black and red irises shake, under bluest of blue,
As peach dahlias quake, on lanes fresh and new.
A Noonday Pause
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
An apple blossom respite, among the wild springtime blooms,
Silence in hot sunshine golden, a pause in the familiar tunes,
Muted, pretty purple martins, in the season of endless green,
Indulge in a quiet spell, where teal sky and treetops convene.
Pretty blooms pause on runways, in the lazy style of summer,
Red butterflies erratically fly, to beats of a different drummer,
Lethargy now has precious time, caught within its silken grip,
Like silver moon and twinkling stars, in the endless courtship.
Golden Fleeting Time
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
On a cloudless, sapphire sky afternoon, frosty and cold,
Yesterday's snowflakes sparkle, awash in sunshine gold,
Redbird sings from its powdery tree, on the white lawn,
With deepest of regrets, that all the flowers have gone.
Scarlet sunset will be coming soon, red roses in the sky,
The golden hands of the clock, always lead to goodbye.
Laughter from a distance, there is sledding on Plum Hill,
Just a short amount of time, from pearl moonlight thrill.
