Hues Poems - Poems about Hues

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I go to the forest for rest, for serenity that flows as cool river waters. Above me wave the great arms, clothed in the greens of every palate, the verdant......Read the rest...

... Matthew 13:46 (KJV) “Who, when he had found one pearl of great price, went and sold all that he had, and bought it.” Poured out, over the sea Soundless thoughts, breath of peace, ......Read the rest...

...The wind did blow the ground shook the sky opened grace removing all doubt as my mere flesh unaged unharmed asencends into the midst with him my mind opened relieving all tampered thought......Read the rest...

...Poem written for "He Has Only Just Begun Poetry Contest," Regina Mcintosh, sponsor 5/31/2024 “A tree is the grand poem of the natural world, a beauty that encourages the spirit t......Read the rest...

...What of...A Pearl? 5-30-24 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Pearl Born from irritation Errant seed, like a pebble in a sandal, Rubbing raw the soft heart in bruises Lustrous a......Read the rest...

...Flawed perception contours beliefs we hold, which we then affirm as the truth we own but as ego thins out, as was foretold, presence reclaims love, light and bliss full blown. Breath by......Read the rest...

...Under leaden skies and wandering moments, I have roamed through empty lands and silent hills, I am old with time and lost dreams, But I will find where she has gone, in the endless universe. I wi......Read the rest...

... wings whispering, lithe in bold hues, purple, gold, blue faded songs, pulsing ......Read the rest...

... sinuate az the leaf yourn festoon with infinate twists you've trusted me with each hues Lord shadez uv auburn ......Read the rest...

... Written: May 26 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dark, drizzling recesses that pulse and flow. A nebulous haze of nothingness, a sad show. With rasping......Read the rest...

...I bleed poetry to heal through midnight confessions. Mistress’s ink does not seek your caramelized validation; it has no desire to please your feed of presumed perfection. I’ve never......Read the rest...

...He lived on a beautiful, rural farm, back in fond, good old days of yore, With his parents and two brothers; like sun's going in and out the door. He had always adored the color blue, so ......Read the rest...

... Life, are you a blessing or a punishment? I'm trying to understand how I'm a slave to the sculpted version of me. A prisoner without chains, upon a path forged with my own hands, feeling li......Read the rest...

...In the heated performance of the day, summer wet evenings close the curtains, concluding with a thunder jest and a gift of wipe. The crawling claws of the ceaseless winds surr......Read the rest...

...Kaleidoscope Girl She is made of glass of broken pieces And shattered fragments She has jagged edges That splintered my soul She has wounded me And my scars healed With drops of her seal......Read the rest...