Best Charcoal Gray Poems
I come from the twilight
Of dusk to dawn
Yet I can't stand
All around me downtown
All in up and around
Signs saying of "Whites Only"
Mustn't go into that café or restaurant
Funny, thing tho!
My soft money green, my hard money silver just like yours
With all this and all that
I am so glad so glad that
God ain't no respect of persons.. . .
GOD NO COLORED GOD
My blood bleeds red, we all have bone marrow tissue
Blood flowing through our veins
If I were hungry and stolen some bread would you prosecute me
Yeah I stole because I was hungry
You won't give me a job yet if I had yours I be making $1.64 cents an hour
No need to feel sorry for me
I didn't make myself I am brown, blue, black, charcoal gray
You still react no more signs labeled "Whites Only"
Now they're posted permanently in your minds
Different land masses hills, valleys, blue grasses
GOD NO COLORED GOD
The white supremacist, KKK, skinheads only the bad Muslims not the good
Anyone who believes in race/color separations
We're all brothers (God Is no color GOD)
We're all brothers not about the skin its about the soul;
We're all brothers not about what's outside but what's within
We're all brothers
God a No Color God
He's spiritual not natural
We're all brothers all colors NO colored God
God is a no Color God
God not a colored God He breathe His spirit into modern clay now we're in
dependent voices with free wills
Choices all knees will bow "White only-Colored Here"
The good the bad ravished happy sad black brown blue purple orange hues Red white you choose cause
GOD NO COLORED GOD
06/21/14
written by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2014
Apricot marmalade wispy clouds upon the blue
canvas, swiftly changing sunrise reveals a surprise_
charcoal gray, a textured smoke billowing askew
across the eastern sky, Suddenly diamond dew
drops fall upon grasses, Everything expressed anew
as the sun rises, the moon bidded
adieu, this day will pass; tomorrow, too
Apricot marmalade wispy clouds upon the blue
Sponsor: Rick Parise
Contest: Enjambment
I know it doesn't make any sense...
Written October 19, 2014
You look at a sky full of stars
akin to trillions of diamonds.
And watch a gold doubloon moon climb
high amidst a starlit background.
Not a sound, just you, and your thoughts;
as worldly distractions vanish.
And scrutinizing God's handiwork:
your soul finds its humanity.
A sizzling shooting star trails light,
unzipping a curtain of sparks.
And a bat starts scanning for moths,
flapping skin-soft wings at nightfall.
Shifting shadows slowly conjoin,
crushing charcoal gray into black.
And tattooing twilight phantoms:
Dusk, inks day, in colors of Night.
A cool still morning
Down where songbirds sing
Close to swift creek's flowing
And dove's notes ring
A sun slowly rises
Casting cobalt blue on clouds
Against sky's horizon
A gentle morning proud
Charcoal gray fluffy clouds
Dot the sky so blue
As a golden sun warms shroud
That above cobalt stew
A beautiful morning
Presents art so fine
The birds for food roaming
Upon bugs graciously dine
While the poet entertains
Day's chores and meals looming
Just a few minutes to gain
Spirit's fill and remove glooming
Someone dipped their fanbrush
Into the charcoal gray
Painted the sky in whispy clouds
To open up my day
They softeded the dreary color
By telling the sun to rise
Bringing a harvest of cherries
Right before my sleepy eyes
Thanks be to the benefactor
Who graced my day with surprise
How I love these charcoal mornings
With color in the Eastern sky
The sun has now painted
The clouds an apricot color
Looks like a gaint female Cardinal
Flying through the air
What a way to begin a day
With color that flies so fair
Written: December 1st, 2023
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Colors waltz in a rainbow kaleidoscope
cynosure of sun sparks steel drum teams
Emerald elms embrace periwinkle sky
among fragrant spikes of purple lupines.
Monet and Van Gogh are arm-in-arm
spin a diaphanous color wheel off charts
starry night, yellow circumduct swirls
over white water lilies on mirror ponds.
Consider both humanity and nature
emollient color splits and multiplies
A flamenco actor will kick and clap
Hot crimson ethereal feeling whirling flies.
Gold and yellow dance to evocative music
downpour is brought on by charcoal gray
rain and brightness dance across earth
awaking felicity from fugacious winter sleep.
Akin to a roulette ball of a gossamer color
gambling my emotional imbrication away
winning when the ball stops in blue
dancing sea and sky arouse my day.
Acid tears of salt and grief
all bottled up to send
across the ocean to a thief
who ran away again.
archaic eyes in charcoal gray
painted on the wall
a mural of the way you stray
especially in the fall
In the fall
of love and hope
you strangle me again
like the dead tree with a rope
fresh knotted by a friend.
The chrysalis of bad emotions boil
Evanescent expressions cross the lips
A plethora of lines like sea's turmoil
The talisman has lost its charming grip
Radiant sapphire deep eyes that desire
Dulcet voice in rhapsodic love song
A boiling cauldron steaming hottest fire
Not the idyllic iron pot that's strong
The felicity of the affair gone
Reality's presence comes to play
The plethora of felicity withdrawn
Clouds gather banked in dark charcoal gray
Evanescent talisman like a blond wig
Who has been had; who was it that was rigged
Rig in one sense means the act of swindling by some fraudulent scheme
solid heavy clouds
charcoal gray coats a fall day
one drop clings 'pon cheek
EBONY BUTTERFLY
We all can fly
With powdered colored wings
Different you and I
But we're of the same being
BUTTERFLY
Look at me
At my mastery
See the beauty within
And surrounding, ever holding me
Is the many colored wings
Fluttering, embracing, holding me
Above this cruel, cruel world
FREE THO I BE YET THEY JUDGE ME
Colored I be yet different still I fly, I'm FREE
God has made me, Jesus died so I fly away
EBONY BUTTERFLY
So I'm not bright nor fluorescent I shine
Soaring heavens float in earthen skies
I'm dark but yet I shine, I rise
Pretty to the eyes
Radiance creates I'm taking flight
How can you try and criticize
While viewing me you taught out lies
Many are those colored wings
Fluttering, embracing, holding me
Above this cruel, cruel world
Only one creator, we're His creatures
From one cocoon we're all chrysalis pupa
Does it make it legal
For you to disown me
For cause my colors and pattern not like yours
You floor me, you shoot me down to the floors
Cage me up cause you won't share the flowers
Fluttering, embracing, holding me
Above this cruel, cruel world
EBONY BUTTERFLY
So I'm not bright nor fluorescent I shine
Soaring heavens float in earthen skies
I'm dark but yet I shine, I rise
A many are my colors bright
Beautiful my color too is... right
Golden tan, bronze, brown, brass, charcoal gray black
*****, dark, pitch-black, jet-black, coal-black, ebony
Sable, inky, brunet, obsidian, onyx, raven, slate, dusky
Be it I'm atramentous, melanoid, stygian, somber, swart
Or ebon, ink-like, piceous, livid, murky, shadowy, pitch-dark
Starless and sooty swarthy I AM did I mention black
Maybe the world would love me if I were a moth
EBONY BUTTERFLY
So I'm not bright nor fluorescent I shine
Soaring heavens float in earthen skies
I'm dark but yet I shine, I rise
EBONY BUTTERFLY
Soaring the heavens float in earthen skies
8/05/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
8/05/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Life dawns like sunrise
Soft pinks and blues against the black from which it came
Sudden burst of light stretching fingers and toes
Receiving blankets of fluffy white
Soft breezes, from Mother Earth, kiss the cheeks of a new day.
Spread your wings and announce our new life!
Rustle the name through the leaves, over fields and hills
Blow strong over the oceans
Grow tall from sapling to a mighty oak
Early morning of our life is for bountiful energy and *****
Splashing and running, carrying treasures to unknown banks
Frolicking from tree to tree chasing the cottonwood seeds
Then approached the noon of our lives
A time to pause; to partake of nourishment for our soul
Lying in fields of bluebonnets and pink poppies
Nestled in beds of paint brush and purple clover
Revel in your time for it is short!
The hours roll by, to a cool afternoon breeze.
Blow softly for the afternoon is mellow
The lake lays still; no ripples in its tranquility.
Comfort years of life taking an afternoon siesta
Bask in the sun; remember the morning.
Early hours well spent exploring.
Places where you once played buccaneer,
Shrubs that just this morning hid fortresses
Each picturesque against a landscape of Kentucky Blue
Too soon Dusk arrives on a charcoal gray charger
Thundering its arrival in the swirl of gluttonous clouds
Chasing you, you seek shelter under the weeping willows
Water rushes in a swirl of memories
Rippling creeks to still waters
The hills no longer beckon
They no longer hold the fascination of an earlier time.
Darkness blankets the earth
Your sit and watch the light show in the sky.
The sun no longer shines; the moon now lights the sky
You reminisce
It was a good day, your life!
From the sunrise to your sunset.
When old man winter starts to sing
I often think of spring
On those cold winter days
when upon my head snowflakes play
And I feel the winter's sting
On the winter solstice the blues they ride
with a tinge of charcoal gray
Blowing cold winds far and wide
To bring melancholy to the day
You can even feel the shivers in your bones
Before you step outside
Gray the sky and blue the tones
That in my soul abide
The sun rose red
Like a hot fire
On cold winter's day
Through the mist
Shrouded fog, bright red
It did blaze
Scattered whispy clouds
But some on horizon
Of heavy charcoal gray
Blessings they are
To keep summer's heat
Far away at bay
The roosters' crow
But faint the sound
As if tired of heat
Which they want to go away
Or maybe the old ones sleep
Before the misery comes to stay
Mostly natures quiet this morn
A crow caws here and there
Few crickets chirp
But the birds aren't up
Or busily feed and drink
Of dew laden plants
Before sun dries it all away
Fill me my cup with
Moisture laden spirit
Don't let it run dry today
Give me bread from heaven
To carry me all this day_
Free Verse for lack of what else to call it
Solid
Charcoal gray clouds
Light rain falls, changes, pours
Soft yellow butterflies hidden
Today
Golden leaves upon the pear trees
No fruit to ripen though
Spring's frost killed it all in the bud
Always hope for next year's to grow
The air is damp and cool again
Charcoal gray clouds move in
There's a tet-a-tee between fall
And winter to begin
We never know about the seasons
It's unsure just like life
Which can zap us with unreason
Or blessings flow without strife