Yellow Poems
Of Yellow was the outer Sky
by Emily Dickinson
Nature rarer uses Yellow
Than another Hue.
Saves she all of that for Sunsets
Prodigal of Blue
Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
Yellow she affords
Only scantly and selectly
Like a Lover's Words.
Yellow Stars and Ice
by Susan Stewart
I am as far as the deepest sky between clouds
and you are as far as the deepest root and wound,
and I am as far as a train at evening,
as far as a whistle you can't hear or remember.
You are as far as an unimagined animal
who, frightened by everything, never appears.
I am as far as cicadas and locusts
and you are as far as the cleanest arrow
that has sewn the wind to the light on
the birch trees. I am as far as the sleep of rivers
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Symphony In Yellow
by Oscar Wilde
An omnibus across the bridge
Crawls like a yellow butterfly,
And, here and there a passer-by
Shows like a little restless midge.
Big barges full of yellow hay
Are moored against the shadowy wharf,
And, like a yellow silken scarf,
The thick fog hangs along the quay.
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Reaping Dusk
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Combing lonely in the silence of feelings that can no longer feel your presence by
my side
The yellow rice dangling as if sobbing longing for the coveted rain as if to witness
my feelings of longing for you
I don't know why the birds are invisible--migrating somewhere
The path that had started to crack in the rice paddies seemed to be in sync with
my current feelings
The animals that inhabit this land are already used to nature here
Moths and fireflies are also welcome for night service as a causality of their work
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Fields of Gold
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
In the blaze of the buttercup morning,
Bluejays were reeling in rich lapis skies,
And for miles lush nature was adorning,
In the golden age of hued butterflies!
Yellow and lovely were the flower fields,
Reaching forever at bright edge of day,
Yet long before dawn was destiny sealed,
With the promise of the endless bouquet.
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Reaping Dusk
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Combing lonely in the silence of feelings that can no longer feel your presence by
my side
The yellow rice dangling as if sobbing longing for the coveted rain as if to witness
my feelings of longing for you
I don't know why the birds are invisible--migrating somewhere
The path that had started to crack in the rice paddies seemed to be in sync with
my current feelings
The animals that inhabit this land are already used to nature here
Moths and fireflies are also welcome for night service as a causality of their work
......
Marigold Morning
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Twinkling stars were receding rapidly, as I had always known they would,
When rouge sun touched the eastern sky, to color a whole neighborhood.
The timid alabaster moon was in hiding, taking with him, his native luster,
As myriad fireflies retreat dark nights, to where the wilder blooms cluster.
A speckled rooster stood with bated breath, anticipating his big moment,
As the insistent rainbows, we seldom see, cannot tolerate postponement.
I was an enthusiastic naturalist, always observing our rich, natural world,
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Scattery Clouds
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The beautiful, refreshing storm's just now ended,
And the gleaming sun peeks at strawberry fields,
Redbuds dance for joy, for the rain is suspended,
And exquisite birdsong follows the watery ordeal.
And the gleaming sun peeks at strawberry fields,
The zesty lemon clouds have begun their drifting,
And exquisite birdsong follows the watery ordeal.
Misty gloom has vanished, wild spirits now lifting.
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House in Yellow Daisies
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The house in the yellow daisies,
is captivated by breezy graces,
near a meadow very green.
Bluebirds flutter by in summer,
scarlet berry bushes to plunder,
where nature is queen.
Gold stars flash all springtime,
when crickets call for nighttime,
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Fields of Gold
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
In the blaze of the buttercup morning,
Bluejays were reeling in rich lapis skies,
And for miles lush nature was adorning,
In the golden age of hued butterflies!
Yellow and lovely were the flower fields,
Reaching forever at bright edge of day,
Yet long before dawn was destiny sealed,
With the promise of the endless bouquet.
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