Best Colour Poems

The lake was still sleeping
a light mist rose above,
a weathered dock could be seen,
its aged wood; full of memories.

The air crisp, breeze light,
trees majestic; watching all.
Squirrels  busy scampering,
as a flock of geese soared above.

Way over yonder
clear across the still lake,
shining brightly were yellow shutters,
on...

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Now brown, the once-blue brook meanders down
To dams where sludge has chased beavers away
As species die, our Mother casts a frown
For Nature can’t control man or his way

From fracking, tapping minerals, she groans
She coughs, red lava spews from Mother’s pores
With waste-clogged arteries, she weeps and...

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The ballad of a French artist who longs to paint the indescribable—the beautiful delicate, elusive hues of his sightless Lover’s eyes as he endeavours to describe them to her. Haunted by her eyes in the many hues of nature, he’s exasperated that his every...

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The long years are harsh where the hot sun does burn
on the sand hills and plains when seasons won’t turn
where saltbush and samphire do somehow survive
and through these hot days there seems little alive.

But shade in the she-oaks can offer relief
for creatures surviving who still...

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. 
 I found it between freshly cut buttercups  

and a cerulean sea

Splashed upon a canvas

 of a painter' s fantasy .

I am colour blind , yet since I was a child

I could feel, I could taste, I could hear  

I could smell...

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My first doll
smelled like chocolate
and her skin
just as dark
I adored her

Innocent as I was
I could have
never imagined
anyone remotely
resembling
my precious doll
could have been
committing
the equivalent of a crime
punishable
by the worst
kind of persecution
and abuse

Whoever bought
me that beautiful doll
was making damn sure
there would be
one less dirty bigot
in this bizarre...

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Me a colored blind dreamer
My other senses honed
You ask
What can I know about color
I am told red is the color of passion
I feel the heat 
Between us
I smell the rose in your long black hair
The feel of the red silk nightie I remove from your...

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Since a child I have wandered and explored,
the forest and all the meadows and streams;
the spirit wind has been my great reward,
my hair taken along with golden leaves.

When, my soul is broken I walk in awe,
of each found wild creature, flower and tree;
been amazed by...

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Person of colour is coherently germane,
He is never insane.

Some things about this person of colour may seem strange,
He is simple and he is yet to engage.

This person of colour loves the critics,
It is from them, he ticks.

This person of colour is natural,
And so, he is...

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He gave her a Rose what else could he do
her bands so tied a one way avenue
though not Red nor White or hard to find Blue
a token to hide from kin’s retinue.

He gives her a smile to bridge hyper space
he’s let her down his prowess...

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- Colour Blind -         
Aha! The lad has achromatopsua. 
It's incurable and hereditary.          
Then my mother fainted.  
Since there was no cure for this dreaded disease, 
will...

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Green is made up of blue and  yellow
Renowned colour of spring you see
The sun and sky help things to grow
Brings out the blue/green in the sea

Grasses grow and wave in the sun
Some of a bluish tint it's true
Yet still long enough for children to...

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Colour of my Heart

 Look to the rainbow as it paints the sky
Exquisite colors that are on display
For the heart does not question how or why
As the sun smiles to take away the grey

For my eyes are blind to the palettes hue
Rendering visions of life’s...

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We cannot see the wind, but we can view
the work it does, as through the trees it blows.
Each other’s hearts we cannot see, but you
and I can see effects of what we do.

Birds sing, the streams and rivers flow to sea,
and all creation does as...

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I see you
Now stuck in two dimensions 
They sit you up
They lie you down
Semi vertical
Fully horizontal

Yet, I have the coloured lenses 
Of memory
They don't know the man I can see;
Cycling, dancing, singing
Living a fully rounded vibrant life
Kind and gentle

Father, husband, friend
Grandpa, colleague, leader
Teacher, wise councillor
Bright...

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