Best Black And White Poems
I am like an avalanche slithering in shivering angst,
free-falling into an abyss of an aching era,
where luminous lakes reflect pixelated regrets,
for time throws my canvas into splitting helplessness,
and mind plays tricks in aimless frequency,
framing toneless tenors within paralyzed psyche,
pushing and pulling ivory strings of my ebony heart.
Now I’m dwelling in the chaotic caves of a calculative carnivore,
unable to grasp the lunar light that envelopes forsaken fields,
while crooning caged memories, like a pensive nightingale,
pondering, would the moon ever untangle these starless thoughts?
Or was it written on the wailing walls of melancholic museums~
that I was meant to drown in dizzying darkness?
I’ll rest my pen in a glass casket of equations~
cloaking this crippled conscience from seeing beyond vague visions,
detached from kohl eyes, eager to steal my voice,
as I keep sinking in black and white polarity,
pausing curative prose in screeching silence.
Seduce me in Black and White
You reach toward my face
and touch my lips
Tracing the slightly raised pink curve of them
gently - lightly - before
the urge to kiss me seizes the opportunity
Surrealistic sensations immortalize
as our lips seek and lock
Interchange of strange, new emotions
flow as our tongues entwine
Sun having a siesta under his canopy of clouds sends
sombre golden light slanting through the old colonial blinds
Enough for me to see ~
I want to see ~
Caressing fingers don’t stop as kisses linger
moving in seductive circular motion
Circling - tracing - moulding
twin peaks to unashamed pertness
Tantalising ripples course my body
Like the soft waving flutter of butterflies winged kisses
creating sensuous ripple upon ripple
Of pure undulating pulsating
I want to see ~
Fingers urgently move now to my navel
circling, tracing, tinkling
Like a pianist on his keys
of black and white
Are they really only two colours?
Why then do they lilt a rainbow of colours to my ears?
On my fevered skin caressing fingers script my Rhapsody
The slow whirring beat of the ancient ceiling fan
picks up a harmonic note
of a solitary flute
Wanting to add to the sultry scene
It lends its own mysterious charm
A tantalising urge to arch
I want to feel ~
Impatient now for them to move further
Fiery Desire entices curious fingers to touch
dew that cumulates dusk to dawn on my awakening rose
Exciting, enticing emotions
The aromatic rapture floats me to you
a tortuously slow feeling to satiate
Propels bodies to engage
I want to feel ~ I want to feel ~ I want to feel you
A frog croaks discordantly outdoors
Snapping me out of my reverie
Startling me out of my romantic fantasy
Eyes fall back on monochrome words of my book
I long to dwell in this erotic moment
Weaving the music into a mesmerising crescendo
However
The old wooden blades of the ceiling fan
resume back to the rhythmic measured clickity clack
The spell now broken
I reach for my phone to call my lover
He awaits my call …
Video Clip - Yanni - Romantic piano
United Colours: Black and White
Sponsor: Silent One
Your tune
sweeps me
so high
and free
but then
I hear
B sharp
with tears
and in
sweet trance
I swoon
in dance
with your
souls notes
while your
voice floats
on the
soft strings
as a
bird sings
you still
move me
with black
and white
grand keys
***I used picture number one for this poem***
~Date Written: March 6, 2016~
In so many shades of black and white, I find you after all these years;
leaning against that old weathered clapboard schoolhouse,
high on the hill overlooking the Fundy Bay,
and again, I inhale the fragrance of those wild sea salt roses
and feel the ocean mist upon my face, as I look out at those
sunbeams dancing on the tops of those rolling waves.
There you are, in your hand-me-down dress,
with socks pooling around the tops of your shoes.
There, third row to the far left, sporting a home made bowl haircut,
and a smile of utter joy.
After all years, in so many shades of black and white,
I find that little lost girl, and I am a kid again.
In so many shades of black white, I find the true colors that are me.
~~~
Author: Elaine Cecelia George
I have some photographs in black and white
which show my life when I was just a child.
That bygone era long ago took flight,
but pictures of it in my mind are filed.
How fitting that my photographs depict
the drabness of our time in Washington.
No dazzle in the state my father picked
for us to live in; clouds would hide the sun!
My dad was cursed with illness of the mind.
For me, bright hues mean family fun and play.
How little happiness were we to find
where black and white got blended into gray.
My later youth for color did not lack,
but melancholy years were white and black.
Black and White
Black and
white keys,
graced by
skilled hands,
deep heart
and soul,
bring joy
and peace
to ears
that hear.
Hands are
the gift
that dance
on stark
black and
white keys,
to share
those tunes
which fill
our minds
with bright
tones, hues,
tints, void
of black
and white.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: United Colors: Black and White
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 03/10/2016
Rules: 25 lines Each word is one syllable Two words per line 50 words 50 syllables
What I’d give to wake in the morning and hear those church bells ring
To turn on my old black and white and hear Gene Autry sing
Turn back the time to simpler days with Roy and Dale too
Wait for the Late Show and watch the antics of Bud and Lou
All the girls thought Kookie Byrnes was really hip
Driving a convertible on Seventy Seven Sunset Strip
Kryptonite was the only thing that could make Superman falter
Ramar’s friend Charlie talked to a parrot named Walter
I watched Kitty and Chester on Gunsmoke and listened to Ricky sing
There was Circus Boy, My Friend Flicka and don’t forget Sky King
There was Jeff and Lassie, Davy Crockett and the Wild Frontier
I’d watch Robin Hood and Marian in the days of Queen Guinevere
Remember The Thin Man, The Whistler and The Shadow Knows
Alfred Hitchcock and Inner Sanctum were two of my favorite shows
I remember Milton Berle, Red Skelton, Perry Como would croon
What’s my Line, Beat the Clock and Name That Tune
The Life of Riley, Leave it to Beaver and Father Knows Best
Palladin, Sugarfoot, and Cheyenne in the Old West
Boxing from Madison Square Garden on Friday Night
I saw it all on my old black and white.
Nothing is ever black and white,
Definitely,
...I think.
Who am I to speak - zip it...
...
...for now.
I'm not going to lose my head over it.
Well I won't
...but she just might.
Wrong guy.
Love me in Black and White
musical intro
From the keys of your heart a melody rolled back the night
illuminated the sky with its symphony of lights
and fired new stars in the firmament,
each a budding soul, a firework
of colors spun within the
black and white keys
of your heart.
lyric /song (0:30 / 2:18)
If you find me
If you love me
I’ll open all the doors
to that secret place
where time and space lie
all snuggled up in place
into love’s embrace
and eternity’s
grace
just love me (x)
in black and white (x)
and all the grey of my heart
will soon disappear for
your sea-foam brush
will spray clots
of colors in
fertile soil
just find me (x)
and love me (x)
black or white
and a burst of moonbeam
will unfurl its loving sails
and my pain will drop
right back into
the sea of
moonless
dreams.
back to musical intro (1:52)
His moods
Change fast
But they
Don’t last
That long;
From low
To high
A song
Or sigh
That comes
With deep
Sad flow
A touch
Warm glow
So soft
Which speaks
Of love.
Then peaks
To sharp...
He thumps
The key
Stale, flat,
Heart stark
Weak beat...
Pitch dark.
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(25 lines, 2 one-syllable words per line)
#1. piano keys
Contest: United colours ~ Black and White
Sponsor: Silent One
Placed 2nd
with youthful passion
she quivered under his touch
they soared together
in old age
he longs for her response
chords of chiaroscuro
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Visual 1 (piano)
A Collum Lune Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud
Placed 1st
© 11th May 2020
Black and White – 3-18-24
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Black and White
Black and white come in focus -
Absent of prime –
A slice of life exposed through the lens,
A flash-dance of story, a masquerade ball.
No sunrise of sepia - clouds absent of platinum,
Lavender drained from lilacs, sky robbed of blue,
Red-orange stolen from sunsets.
Spindrift frozen like frost,
Candlelight shines undimmed and eternal,
Stark either or – life or not -
In shadows, snow or mountaintops,
Ghosts on boughs of ebony wear gossamer.
Wrinkles and lines banished from smiles of youth
While the lens loves some visages
As eyes without color look back from albums.
Positive to negative. Negative to positive.
Photoplay in wedding smiles or tears of a clown
Moments of the soul held in tenderness
Protected in scrapbooks of black and white.
Life is in pieces of black and white
Like a chessboard
The moonlight shines through darkness of night
Like a barcode
~
Noah chose a raven, then dove
Bad luck or peace?
A bride in white dressed in pure love
Black mourn decease
~
The penguin and the zebra
The snow leopard
White tiger and the panda
Monochrome weird
~
Milk boils when it is heated
Tar melts when hot
Cotton flies, wool is seated
Coal heats the pot
~
I print all of these lines
In jet black ink
On a white sheet designed
To make you think
02/21/17
Life as a child was full of hues,
Of sparkling reds and brightened blues,
‘Coz the distinction of color had not been made,
The foundation of racism had not been laid.
However, things began to change as we grew,
‘Coz Black & White became the only colors we knew,
Makeba was no more the cheerful & witty girl,
Nor Mary the blue-eyed blonde with a curl.
We began to be known as blacks and whites,
Being distinguished by the racism termites,
Into colors that seemed superfluous,
In the face of love & friendship that held us.
Doesn’t pitch black turn into a shade of grey,
When white and black decide to play,
Then why confine ourselves by shades and hues,
Let all colors in the cup of life brew.
Come let’s extract the flavor of love,
Let’s make way for the peace dove,
And create a world of beautiful shades,
Where Makeba & Mary are tied in a common braid.
You claim
I'm black,
my thoughts
off track!
You're smug;
No hug
for me
who's shunned,
but here's
the thing:
Baa baa
black sheep
baa baa
white sheep!
The sounds
we make
are just
the same,
so bring
me back
safe in
God's fold.
White sheep
Black sheep:
one fold.
For Silent One's Black and White Contest
Imagine 4
March 7, 2016