Best Tinge Poems

Tinge Of Purple Rests Within My Heart

Tinge of purple rests within my tired heart
Soft touches of a heavy old soul
Now pulling on my heavy empty...

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My window opens wider
  as my focus narrows down

The words are now much richer
  than what I used to think profound

The light brings...

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a splash of pink
 in a deep blue sky
   just tingeing the clouds
     as they slowly drift by
sun slips...

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I feel it to a small extent - a little tinge of it -
those times I hear about
friends going on vacations to fun exotic places;
friends...

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blue tinge of moonlight,
reflected in your green eyes,
romantically teasing.
I wish to wallow
in its depths, soak up the love,
surrender to your wanting....

sparkling glints of light
portraying your...

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When all the world is finally right,
when you look at all you have and for once you feel grateful,
when you smile and laugh and feel...

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Whatever you anticipate
Contains a tinge of dread.
It’s better to acknowledge it
And hope it doesn’t spread.

If you prefer pretending,
Looking only at the good,
You’ll be shocked when...

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Once the beating of
The drum, follows the beating
Of the heart, tinge ding....

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A tinge of gold
A patch of blue sky
Green foliage, unfolds
Capturing the soul...

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Remember where you came from
And what you had to do
To achieve your present outcome
Before your life was through.
Your life has reached duality,
Rumor is now the...

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Chiffon sky splashes the sunburst glow of grandeur
On the verdant valley veering around the jade hills
Fawn foliage rustles on the gentle slope with a sigh
Drawn...

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My window opens wider,
  as my focus narrows down

The words are now much richer
  than what I used to think profound

The light brings...

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dewdrops, brightly lit,
adorn the golden skytops.
sky, as though her clothes were torn.
hides behind clouds, feeling shy.
...

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I could tell you who I am,
But I'm petrified of opening up.
Why am I terrified of pouring like a river?
I wonder what mountains gave me...

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