Best Coloration Poems
Don’t fall in love with your pictures of love
For the odds are that you are mistaken,
Thinking that she must be this thing or that
The more sure you are, more likely taken.
Her skin coloration, the language she speaks,
Don’t build structure of dreams out of rubble
Strong or compliant, can’t say from the start,
Expectations are sign you’re in trouble.
Love’s its own answer, it writes its own song,
And its breadth is beyond vision’s limits,
Deeper than human emotion, LOVE IS,
Paradise only found in its climates.
Newfound creation as God’s Bliss evolves,
Endless surprise that all mystery solves.
Long Tooth
May 7, 2016
Summer wearily sighed then softly closed her door.
For three months she lingered, and now she'd slumber
while Fall lays a carpet of leaves upon the forest floor.
Her winds gather them together, in profuse number,
bronze, russet and crimson, all fringed in burnt umber.
In a cloudless sky, the cry of migrating birds is heard,
flying to a warmer climate as Autumn begins to unfold.
When Nature births a new season, changes are spurred.
A saffron sun warms the Earth with fingers of gold,
and a harvest moon ascends; glorious sights to behold.
Autumn days are emblazoned with dazzling coloration,
painting vibrant scenes like no other season can bestow.
I welcome her annual arrival with joyous acclamation,
knowing the nights will be filled with starlight aglow
before Winter laces the landscape with flakes of snow.
~October 14, 2020~ ~Autumn Quintain ~
Sponsored by Francine Roberts
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I sat one evening in the park
upon a bench I thought my own
but as the dusk got down to dark,
I realized I was not alone
I hadn't seen from where he'd come
or got a strong look at his face
but he was there, green as a plumb
where had so long been empty space
He beamed a right polite 'Good day!'
but when I made to shake his hand,
he seemed from sight to fade away
like seaside foam into the sand
Then, as I stared in disbelief
down at the empty wooden seat,
his silhouette in bas-relief
appeared again, from head to feet!
I found this process very strange
but he explained as best he could,
he hadn't left, he'd only changed
his coloring to match the wood
We chatted when my wits returned,
his pattern shifting now and then.
He was a reptile, soon I learned
and called himself 'Cha-me-le-on'
As topics changed, I noticed that
his coloration changed in kind
and I could tell, throughout our chat,
exactly what was on his mind
Now, poker is my favorite sport,
I rake in fortunes with the card,
in part, because those of his sort
make taking babies candy hard
At that, I left but told my name
and address and the time of day
that I was next to hold a game,
inviting him to come and play
Game day arrived and he was there
but came in late to join the fun
and though he dived into his chair,
the show already had begun
I poured a scotch and dealt him in,
explaining how a hand was played,
then sat where I could watch his skin
and witness any change it made
Then he allowed us all to see,
a wealth bound tightly in a wad
that, awed, I vowed eventually,
would come round to myself, by God!
A patsy if there'd ever been,
I got him taught as best I could
but plotting, thought, "If this is sin,
then please, don't ask me to be good!"
In my delight, I failed to spot,
until the night progressed a pace,
my guest caught every other pot
with not one hint wrought on his face
and as he smiled, I realized
that though my friend no clue had shown,
I'd bet you twenty mint that I'd
supplied him plenty of my own!
Thus, Lizards Poker isn't fun
and you must hold your empty seats
if you meet old Cha-me-le-on...
He's just cold-blooded, plus - he CHEATS!
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What color is angry?
Red!
What color is sad?
dark bluewww...
What color is nurturing health?
green, like wealth?
What color is hate?
BLACK!!!
What color is happy?
Yellow? Like sun light
dawning Earth might.
What color is depressed?
Greyscale.
What color is love?
For some white absence,
for others dipolar TransParent,
for others full rainbow,
waterplant roots ultra-violet.
PolyCulturing Love
symbiotic transformation,
of Ego
stepping into Ego-Eco Equity,
political and economic full-color eco-octaves
of therapeutic function,
resonating regenerate health
of light as affective
eco-empathic frequencies.
Eco-intelligent conscious information
decomposing as bicameral exformation
dualdark concave crystal receding octaves
of ecopolitical natural regenesis,
biculturally nurturing color function,
mad-red
through glad-yellow, mellow
Springing up green hope toward faith,
black fears of fear our colonizing ego-selves,
LeftBrain blind and deaf
to ultra-violet sacredology of colors
Synergy revolving wheels
evolving holonic heals
regenerating physical
with metaphysical
merging polypathic
panentheistic coloration.
What color is ultra-violet?
NewMoon liminal
unbright longing
for mellow yellow.
Lips as red as a rose,
Skin like a white tulip to be close,
You are God's perfect creation,
His most beautiful coloration,
Your beauty is so rare,
Like a flower that blooms so fair,
Something so hard to seek,
A perfect garden to pick.
The baren bones lay bare across the fields of alliteration
Unnecessary abstraction leaves the bourgeois man bereft of care
And yet, the obliviously self aware give cause to sight's deprivation
The enigmatic preparation gives many metaphors to compare
You rack your brain, paper tears, from too much stylization
personal interpretation brings to light the common ground, the things we share
But if your minds in disrepair, that's premeditation
Less is lost in coloration, but I don't think we're going there
copyright© shonima burman
In the deep darkness of night,
They complete their silent flight.
With a flat face and forward facing eyes,
They rotate their head and neck upto 270 degrees.
Despite having binocular vision,
Their eyes are completely immobile in action.
Ear tufts are meant for camouflage and aggression,
These birds are shrewd and quick in predation.
With ears set asymmetrically on their skull,
These carnivorous birds have coloration mostly dull.
Mainly live on eating insects and small rodents,
They constitute an important part of the ecosystem.
They create a wide variety of vocalization,
They are an unique wonder of God's creation!
the step towards values and conditions relate to the opposition in the coloration of the spectrum of a rainbow over the sunny clouds to bright and the percentages are in fact the lethal amount of relation and point one time after another and takes the right foot forward down the dusty road of millions of toads crossing the road and I sway in the winters fall and the life so realistic to become the genius in the realm of how one states his mind and the steps are forward to the problem of isolation in a world of communication and step to a new height of stairs that lead us to heaven and the new days lay comfort in the zone of retaliation and remarks.
The cremation of life is desired in the spiritual world stepping so far into a carpet of red white and blue. I have become liking the precise moment of starting the instructions to believe in the commerce of political steps in the house of white.
the light watches over my steps and gives me a retainer of space in the Universe and outer space in the shining stars so bright. The one moon lights my steps through t he valley of how to commit the best source of how one becomes one step back two forward. Take the step and love someone.
I have gained nothing from white supremacy
with singular power, sans The Almighty
My faithful friend with sheets of white
my pal, poised, unpen itself to make things right
How squeaky clean each new beginning?
that borrows from the dead, and those still living
I arrived blank naked and undisguised
my soul redeemed in light of sunrise.
I have gained nothing from white supremacy
its dubious power sans The Almighty,
Where would I be without coloration on the scene?
life would be deserted as though obscene
I'd fall through the cracks to a singular world
where boys play god to control every girl.
I have gained nothing from white supremacy
with singular power sans The Almighty
I've read of Sodom and Gomorrah's crude ways
that glorified false light, as before the flood days
Now, there's liberation theology for you and me
the God of our understanding is of mercy
What race of men thrives without grace?
where would we be without speck of faith?
I have gained nothing, from white supremacy
what dubious power sans The Almighty -
A garden with grounds as fertile as love
who charted each course? Only One from above
I think of evergreen, and majestic pines;
and my roots unending; yet not one of a kind, because
The humanity of man was molded by divinity
and hand washes hand, to ward off calamity.
The focus in the direction of possibilities and to enter into a bridge of congressional diplomat and to decipher the negative from the positive in all ways of motion and emotional dictation from the view of how one reacts to the situation.
The well kept desire is upon us in the world and our Nation today as I pray for blessings across the Universe and here at the post of the Holy Ghost. the truth will set you free from all obituaries in the west and east and north and south. The illusion is in the optical department in the coloration of how to focus upon the greatest stance in America.
The factors in the elements proclaim to be instrumental in the classic side of tomorrow's storm and the clarification depends upon the hope of releasing you from the ground to the sky. Millions have suffered in the district of our country and the position of agility.
The most important thing is to be aware of all unwanted dependencies and to include the timing of illustrations to focus in the hope that all will graphically step into the reigns of the kingdom of God. For once we die we will no longer suffer.
In the department of comments relays in the case of commissions to overreact in the darkest night ever. The timing is brought about by generating into a process of illumination and to perform the act of reasonable characteristics, Therefore in all that matters is forever forgotten in the days of younger.
Life will go on in the coldest of all emotions and evolutionary programming in the driver side of restitution of returning all common sensibilities and to point in the direction of how one stands in the front of the line of duty and to declare the position of remarkable and amazing stifling potential wait for freedom.
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Unwitting Creator
Three decades of habitats
hacked to the ground
only a stump remaining
You see it was in the way of establishment
Mourning tree's beauty
and lost pairs of visitors in all coloration
It took a while to see
Crying in vain
not noticing the open plain
the hacker fortuitously created
A playground for dragonflies
now flying untethered
socializing in the new spacious range
The hacker kept hacking
yet was powerless too hold back the power of nature
The stump kept on flourishing
despite the hackers intent
Now colorful vistors
manifest in pairs again
just a little lower
and dragonflies leave the grounds
with a belly full of mosquitos
flamingos flaunting
fuschia feathers fluttering ~
funky flamboyance
12 April 2022
Notes:
Beta-carotenes make flamingos pink. Their diet largely consists of crustaceans and algae, which are rich in carotenoids. This pigment gives flamingos the hot pink or reddish coloration they are known for. (FACTS.net)
Wild Animal Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
5-7-5 (syllables checked at howmanysyllables.com)
Footnote: Fuchsia has 2 syllables not 3
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Author Note: I am not sure this is what you are looking for, I find it difficult to write about
nature without including all the related elements to the theme. If if does not qualify, well, can
you blame a guy for trying?
As I crested the knoll of the hill,
I looked down upon a valley
plush and rich in all shade of
rainbow coloration.
Twisted trees nestled among
trunks straight and true;
give ancient clues
to violent upheaval
from sometime past,
now serene and at peace
with nature.
Grasses displaying varying degree of deep green,
with wide blades of variable length and breadth,
are accented by variegated ferns and vines,
draped majestically around trunks,
threading through tree branches;
does pale in comparison
to the explosion of color
extending to the horizon.
A carpet of wild flowers producing
visual overload
and sensory stimulation of aromas,
indescribable, imprinted deep within the mind,
to be fondly reminisced another day.
Doe with spotted yearling
feast on this delectable bounty,
while a stag, nearby, stands guard;
rabbits contentedly rest
among long stems
supporting broad leaves
to shade and comfort.
In the distant,
a mountain peak
reminds of the harshness
that exists above the level of this valley
to be subjected upon all who enter its
realm of ice, snow, and extreme cold,
yet, in all its fierceness,
a trickle of life sustaining water ebbs
from melting peak,
to meander through the valley
satisfying all inhabitants,
large and small.
A wolf and his mate
stalk the outer reaches of the valley,
beautiful for all their size and strength,
fulfill their role in natures plan,
cause none sustained duress,
help maintain a balance
beneficial to all in this valley of life.
No footprint of man exists
or will ever be found,
he may look upon this valley ,
from this hill,
but cannot enter this realm,
this place enjoyed
by only those who can see,
the beauty of nature
as it was meant to be.
Roses Of The Field
Village square has flowers of rare coloration
Not appearing in nature
Painted, ugly, plastic without a scent
Aromas are condemned, not authorized by local politics
Illegal in the kingdom and the region
To sell or grow or pick a living plant or flower
Is punishable and the penalty is death
Flowers are the enemy of the state according to government decree
Citizens and country folk must buy their plastic flowers every week
A dozen at a time to help with taxes
To avoid execution for non-compliance naturally
Roses that come from nature have lovely fragrances
If you come to our town wearing one
You will be executed on the spot and planted like a tree
Decapitation is a possibility
People with real flowers or plants are gambling
Face termination every day, but only once
So to the mountain out of sight I pedal day and night
My bike and I hide out on weekends with my aromatic friends
A patch of deep red roses wait for me behind the little orange fence
Next to the brook and yellow shack we hid from authorities
Thorns cause pain but not the same
As government intervention
I touch and smell the real petals on my flowers and they touch back
We must conceal our love from state and plastic fakes
And hide beneath our bed of roses for nature’s sake
Created on 12/17/14 for Mystic Rose - ROSES ROSES ROSES – Poetry Contest
My life spins in tune with yours
twirling and dancing
through open doors
to think you almost slipped away
missing the mark in the usual way
In life we love one in the same
our minds are cloned
like the visions we claim
Of karma past now finally atoned
The most perfect fit we've ever known
how tragic our love I ever postponed
when confusion was setting my tone
The missing piece in a puzzled life
this fit won't falter for the rest of our lives
All of my life I have been waiting for
all that you give to me...
I've dreamed of this a thousand times before
even in my dreams
I couldn't love you more
If there were no words to speak
my heart would hear you still
If your eyes had no sight to seek
still sweetly would your hunger be filled
Easy is the road
wide is the gate
the key for every passage once closed
in time when there is no time to waste
Words and rhyme have ebbed their power
to convey such deep emotion
as a glacier over the sea will tower
it's fire breathes passion through the frozen
Such my feeble impartation
to sketch in black and white
the vividness and coloration
the hues of joy unseen by the eyes
Yet try I will although decrepit
to give tongue to all I feel
in voice of art defined poetic
when happy so true is surreal
Oh God, my God...
what did I do
to turn my sorrow into dreams come true?