Best Colors Poems
Eyes are the windows of a soul and they say ‘Love is blind’
But how do you describe colour to a sightless person?
Such depths to your violet eyes
The windows of your Soul
A flickering source of emotions
Speaking volumes ~ though sightless
Not limited by vision
Not obscured by darkness
Your dazzling beauty of true colour
Conceals your inner world
Of complex greys
Your smiles create rainbows
That stay
All through my day
In a world of colour
For some eyes
Sadness and mistrust linger
Your eyes mirror only
Beauty and Hope ~ Love and Joy
You ask for a detailed description of
the colour of your eyes
How can I?
Futile will be my try
No Master’s artistic brush can decipher
That deeper shade of violet
Changing like the sun’s ceremonial display
Retaining an aura of mystery
Seeking only truth
In your abstract blur of colour
Though ~ let me try
Here place your hand on my heart
How can one see colour
If it can’t be felt
Look through my eyes
Feel that majestic sky
With its beautiful variations of blue
Serenading the aqua sea below
Through sparkles of iridescent silver bursts
A tinge of pearly pink lazily drifts past
I hastily dip my brush just a touch
Do you see? Swirling pink with the blue
Another dip into the aqua of the sea
Hints from the bushes of lilacs below
A smidge of the red poppy
Blended till it’s the right shade of a violet hue
Can you feel my colour?
Behind your veil of black velvet?
My humble artistic attempt
Going beyond my range of limitations
Your
eyes glow
in approval
In that spinning vortex of
violet complexity ~ We dance in your world of darkness
As you whisper to me ~ that your eyes have always seen the stars.
We both look~~~~~incredulously ~~~~~at the same spot
A starburst ******************of light
A ~~~~~~~~~~~~~shooting~~~~~~~~~~~star
My wish ~~~~~~~~~~for you~~~~~~~~~~my love
To be ~~~~~~~~~~~~forever and~~~~~~~~always as
Brilliant as~~~~~~~~~~*********~~~~~~~~~~~you are
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True Colors movie clip – with vocals Anna Kendrick and Justin Timberlake
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A soft yellow ember,
the sun is arising
Horizons remember
the smile on your face
Meadowlarks sing
as the morning approaches
The start of a new day
in hues to embrace
Rose petal heavens
with clouds painted cotton
Skies now are yawning
a sapphire glow
Apricot kisses
on dahlias blooming
With northerly breezes
of autumn a ‘flow
Tangerine ribbons
through branches still sleeping
Like stained glass illusions
in robin’s egg blue
Dawn has arrived
in kaleidoscope splendor
It’s colors now whisper
good morning to you
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I have loved and been loved
I have shared ivory love bliss colors
I have ridden sapphire airs of crimson ecstasy
and touched silvery, tingling stars
I have felt sumptuous, silky, lilac joy move
and embrace my harlequin heart
I have melted to tangerine delight caresses
tingling my willing, fuchsia skin
I have been lifted and turned and tossed
on sensual, erotic waves that boldly travelled
thoroughly through and within me
COLORS for MOTHER,
Looking towards the blue sky
Every color camouflaged around the cloud
Tears of sadness began to dry
Watching all the colors display out loud
The dark needing to fade
The grey in my life finally made sense
Colors overlapping, forming a beautiful cascade
Shoulders of tense
I imagined your smile against the yellow sun
Giving light to all the matter of the things I've done
A warmness in my red heart-- together in the long run
Creating a new purple and pink sensation-- as one
My new rainbow doesn't come in black and white
Giving reason to follow the joy of light
A gift of colors remind me everything will be all right
A guide blazing throughout the night
Lavender plant blooming for the world to see
A garden of every color just for me
Everyday I see the sunrise, rising up in colors of glee
My Rainbow will appear everyday without rain, no matter how deep the sea
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet, the perfect skin tan
My sweet angel your the largest spectrum where ever rainbows span
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by;PD
I wrote this poem for my mom.
Rhyme
About our first parents,
here’s something beautiful to know
Adam was created perfect,
and from out of him, Eve followed
God said to His Son:
You and I, We are One
Lets make them like us,
in Our image color them invisible
Give them one rainbow soul,
two spirits with hearts of gold
But the most precious gift of all,
God gave them a skin of faith
So they could live under the Son,
bathing in the bright rays
of His love, free and unafraid
Using invisible colors,
is how Adam and Eve were body painted
With a faith paintbrush,
their children were meant to be picture perfect sainted
God made us all in His image —
beautiful invisible colors
God said teach your children this one thing:
to love one another
God said to Adam and Eve:
your children are all sisters and brothers
For I have blessed them, you see,
to look like My Son and Me —
Pure and holy invisible colors
We were meant to be fruitful and abound,
growing in love for one another
And I will confess right now:
We are One ... everybody connected to each other
And I love you and you and you,
for you are all my sisters and brothers
Looking good in our spiritual skin:
beautiful invisible colors ...
beautiful invisible colors
Written: October 25 2024 for Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tom Woody
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Thrilling and alluring
hazard, affection, zeal, and heat
all the stated above
crimson, as a rose, is a sign of love
at all times evolving
when planets are aligned
color doesn't matter
because true love is blind
unseen for the most break
but only when glimpsed
mutable and undulating
colors are shifting
lasts only long enough
to be outrageous
love is a colorless mood
It is a heartfelt emotion
our eyes grasp everything
love stems from inclusion.
She hates frilly pink stuff
flavor, spice, everything squeamish
three sons and spouse
she shares blue but shuns others.
once drove a crimson race car.
young passion, now a yellow SUV.
easy access and exit.
deeply anchored, like her life.
Experts called her Autumn,
but what do they gasp?
to me, she’s summer,
colors bright and warm,
at times a little dusty,
like a sunlit kitchen.
so color her something,
it would just be opal—
a humble stone, but look deeply,
all the colors of the rainbow
explode from its heart.
When I am missing her:
I am just cobalt blue,
with emptiness...
when we are intimate:
I am a royal purple,
with happiness...
when I am working:
I am anxiously green,
with jealously...
when she is sick:
I am indigo, with
hopefulness...
Pleated, flirtatious hair.
release her loose braids.
with freckled cheeks.
She vibrates sweetly.
the furious downpour.
moistens dusty roads.
falling cobalt beads pitter.
rainy beat orchestra.
1st place contest winner.
The Colours of Happy
I am the painter of happy
Traveling along life's dark streets
listening for the beat
Feeling hidden colors with my feet
I see the beauty
beyond the dark
I'm floating within this concrete park
leaving my mark
Playing tag with a can of paint
My art is vibrant
I won't settle for faint
What you see as ugly
it truly aint
I'm not afraid of dingy places
I let colours flow outside the lines
My choices are different kinds
Injecting a symphony between life's spaces
Color removing tear drop traces
Grey shades this paint erases
I see possibilities in others faces
Finger painting
or with a brush
I make the concrete blush
Beauty awakened with my touch
I love the power of yellow
If you are down
or feeling mellow
I just might be the right kinda fellow
My flavors are sweet like jello
Within these hands
I wield a rainbow
My tools, stardust and ultra glow
From my bowl
I pour happy on your soul
Until your own light begins to show
Watch me move quick
when others are slow
Wrapping amazing
with a platinum bow
Let me paint you
a different kinda blue
bright skied Technicolor
the perfect one for you
A bubblegum happy kinda chew
Grab life and dance
do what you want to do
Choices many
don't settle for so few
I can paint you
A penny for your thoughts
help you realize just what you've got
Be the dreamer
it will help a lot
Choose exciting
a life that's red hot
Forget Generic
there is more to be got
Let others choose boring
what I offer
can't be store bought
I'll hand you a brush
we can cover more ground
flower squirting
big footed clowns
Spreading happy around
that joyful sound
Multi colored
me and you
Unconventional freedom bound
our happy can astound!
What was lost
its been refound
Time to open these eyes
happy colors surround
You too can see
just have to look around!
We drifted not far from shore -
a delicate night with supple air entire,
black and white until patience sent us grays
that rocked with the boat on the slight swells
which gradually reflected the star colors
azure and indigo, carmine and beryl,
sang to us in laurel and rose
verdant with coral and mint
emeralds peeking between pinks,
sapphires that told us of every prayer
ever whispered to them.
I was coming a long way back
that time in the empty park
where all I had were fears that I'd never heal.
In an instant it was all done and I was found
that day I saw your eyes.
The moon set in silence beyond the land.
A gentle wind turned the boat to the south.
Distant rain sent water washing the earth.
Just for a moment we touched the surface of all things.
I love you.
February 23, 2017 147 words
Deep within my hidden pastel dreams
are soft sweet colors of a newborn spring
dressed up in mauves and pinks and windham creams
while giving hope to love and all it brings.
Painted in the colors of the dawn,
like pinks and purples of the morning sky,
magenta dreams will bloom and love will spawn
as newly mated hearts begin to fly.
And thus our lilac love has taken flight
while sharing orchid thoughts without remiss;
soft words and fuchsia touches in the night
are punctuated with a crimson kiss.
The coral sun rays beaming from above
are raining down these colors of our love.
October 23,2024
Poem of the Day - October 24, 2024
*Inspired by photo
As the sun sinks behind the hills
Color tints snow, where all is still
A bright sky ends a winter day
Into the night, leading the way
Highlights of beauty to recall
In solitude, a tree stands tall
Calmness reaches a restless soul
Regaining what loneliness stole
More to see than being alone
Wrapped in colors, nature has shown
Heidi Sands
2/20/18
Deep golden choirs ringing out
their scarlet anthems with a shout;
blood orange whispers echo
as the violet innuendo
scatters all about.
The dusky pink clouds fade to grey,
the gulls, the sun, soon fly away;
this sunset's lacking just one thing -
your voice to help me sing
the colors of my day.
The evergreens are violins -
crescendos of December winds
conduct the hills.
With rhapsodies of terraced hue
the sky resolves to royal blue,
but where are you?
The rainbow arches high above
and in it I see cascades of
your multi-colored resonance
I reach... and feel the presence
of your ardent love.
Absorbing this, I realize
through many shades of changing skies
that you cannot be tied to one,
for your love is the sun
by whose light I see with iridescent eyes.
NB: This is a repost, originally deleted.
The vermillion sunset has long dissipated
Over the marine persimmon horizon afar.
In the deep subterranean silence of the charcoal night.
Obfuscation confuses the illogical mind,
And conjures titanium dreams or harlequin volitions.
I feel your power descend upon me,
Subjugated surrender becomes inevitable
As I become malleable like puce plasticine.
I discern my wife approach, shimmering in thin air,
Dressed in a dark turquoise threadbare gown, in the pale rays
Of the chartreuse moonlight, resembling an enigmatic ivory ghost
Drawing near in a flimsy wisp of a nocturnal mist.
Come closer, come, I want you near me,
Sing an echoing mesmerizing mermaid melody for me,
Or slide into an enticing dance macabre.
I thrive upon such inexplicable endeavors,
Where nocturnal indigo sprites whisper dreamy antics
So pleasing to the provocation of the mind,
Combine to please the sybaritic nerves
Of this old and senile useless mind of mine.
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A sky of many colors
comes to greet me on this day
Awash of nature’s palette
is my early dawn display
The heavens form a canvas
as the brushstrokes create art
Along a clear horizon
when the morning comes to start
Pastel painted swirls
gather for the eye to see
If only you could be right here
and share this sight with me
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I know what you are thinking, just another dumb
sunrise poem from Chris’ pen.
But, if you could see what I see out of my
office window most mornings,
you would understand
Maple trees adorn yellow and orange blaze
Colorful vistas dance singing nature's praise
Crispy cooler days embellish in colorful ways
Brighter moon reigns over twilight's dull haze
Canvas of falling leaves oscillates in sun's rays
Colorful vistas dance singing nature's praise
Sunset orange and red sets evening-sky ablaze
Distant stars glitter igniting hues that amaze
Canvas of falling leaves oscillates in sun's rays
Birds migrating south foretell winter, as always
Meadows brown and gold attractive to gaze
Distant stars glitter igniting hues that amaze
Kids frolic in cold, happy with candy they raise
Thanksgiving dinners charm families with grace
Meadows brown and gold attractive to gaze
Autumn wraps barren trees in cinnamon glaze
Maple trees adorn yellow and orange blaze
Thanksgiving dinners charm families with grace
Crispy cooler days embellish in colorful ways
September 18, 2017
Placed first:March 2019 week 2 contest by Brian Strand
First place-Autumn Colors contest
Placed 4th in best rhyming poem contest
When the sparrow meets the long nights
webbed in the gentleness
of every beat that marks your heart;
only then will we find a faraway world coming together
as graceful leaves mix
with the branches of our souls;
for the length of time is never kind though precious--
our testament to be one
connects us through serendipitous pulses :
We may not be together,
yet we feel the same rain ,
same tears, and language unbidden. ..
Is this what long distance love is
made of?
We bind the folds of seasons
and still know how we live
in any moment of an eon--
a love made in a place called heaven's fate,
staying in touch
through deep intuition and prayer -
that we forego season's ticks, sometimes...
A hundred years may pass,
yet we know, this love infinite will bind the hues
of devotion 's thread, stronger than
the fabric of time's test.
palette of seasons
changes from neutral to bold
surpassed by love's strokes