Best Beige Poems

"BEIGE"

Middle of the Road
Consomme

(You Know Who/April 2018)

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Written In Beige

Against the bleak bank wall he leans
as the sidewalk moves sideways
across his tangential thoughts.
People pass, the dull parade,
the money-grubbers and hoarders
in their shiny suits that mock
his existence. Sad clouds meld
into a sullen gray sky…it must be raining
somewhere. Clink! Silver coin
rattles metal can. He...

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It’s been a while,
Without her smile,
Which lingers large
In my recovering,
Fallen heart,
As time goes by,
And truth sets in,
The little scars
On my canvas skin
Begin to blend,
Edges fade and I
Become whole again.

The drop she gave,
Pure, like Chanel Beige....

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That obscene stare 
aggravates the silicon 
thrust. You become a victim
of an upheaval.

The white dwarfs have 
invaded the blackboard.
You can get a glimpse
of unsolicited rape.

A cyanide capsule 
hangs on your chest.
Will you commit a suicide 
after an unnatural kill ?

It takes a toll. The 
abuse...

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Romance in Nature is filled with dancing and singing, and a little color. 
~ Poet

A sprightly creature shares my home.
Little beige gecko, oft times green,
regards my porch as if his own.
Many hours he may be seen
from railing to roof, and in between.

My porch, his favored...

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As I have walked pass or visited high-in rich subdivisions and gated communities, I have noticed all the homes are from the same color bracket. They are either beige, brown, cream, tan, camel, oatmeal, caramel, taupe… or a mixture of these colors, like half brown,...

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The box structure of the tall apartment
Disappears before my eyes 
I am looking from a beige and blue sky

A lake arrives
Boyhood of beehive
The tree bearing yellow flowers
Exchanging look with the cloud towers
Your image
Yet to be lost in the apartment's garbage
Strums a guitar in the green...

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Feeling Beige
                    by Bob Moore (2017)
Are you always feeling beige
that’s what we should call this age 
no longer young, but we are not old
don’t like the...

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Are you beige?
Do you speak with the rest?
words with no validity,
just like froth in the wind.
Do you copy and try to emulate your neighbour
to prove and justify who you are,
by getting a big car .
Do you dislike individuality?
those who wear outlandish clothes,
who think ,to you,crazy...

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I don’t tend to worry about many things

but one thing recently has played on my mind,

something I have noticed that age defined

the need to wear and fall in love with beige.

If you see me wearing all beige then give me a shout,

if you see me...

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afternoon beige light 
olive trees in shadow shirts 
sun in the attic

October 9, 2023...

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I have tanned feet
mimicking my sandal straps
my arms are spotted
beige and brown

There is green paint
on two of my fingers
I place my hand on a piece of paper

Laugh and scoff
that anyone could call me white
I am not white in the least.

I can see this by the...

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"Autumn in Padded Beige"


Wrongfully writing of
This leaf changing 
Season currently 

Without knowing or for
Yes for no reason for
Four walls my eyes 

Only seize on site of
What sight sees 
Completely 

Confounded
In confined 
Solitary...

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They make me wonder---
What fingers wove the tapestry of their being!
The splash of violet here, mauve there, white with red stripes—
They stand tall and do not bend till the wind forces them to.
Though soft, they manifest dignity.
When stress and depression shoot their thorns,
 A glimpse...

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"Pourri Pourri  - Remember Me"



I am not white
I am coloured

A kaleidoscope 
of voice and song muted

freedom sold 
for the price of a bale of wheat

ground in the white man’s mill
I become pale as sifted flour 

lost voodoo ghost 
whispered on wind song

gone 
walk about

in...

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