Best Colour Poems

listen,
the whispers
of leaves
turn colour
autumn is here.

now that you are gone
who will wake every morn
to lift the sun
unveil the sky
etch in the clouds
who will paint the...

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POTW 1 Oct 2018

Gossip about her
swept the school yard through
“Hey if you’ve got what it takes 
There’s this girl named Sue
For a pack of smokes
or...

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you were an infant
i would sing a song i created for you

'there's a baby in my arms
there's a baby in the mirror
but honey 
there's not...

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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...

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if you wanted to dance with me
i mean really wanted to dance with me
then i would
i would dance with you

if you needed me to walk...

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Shine as a source of endless light
whose rainbows of colour deter the night
where daydreams are gentle as doves in flight
and sleep the sleep of angels

Shine...

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On the day our eyes open to the prism of the sun

On that day, Winter solitude  would be gone

The avalanche of differences melts into...

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guilty as charged
i stole it tall
every consonant 
every vowel
every word
every sentence 

plagiarized 

the ocean
in its unique shades of blues and greens
combined and blended to create
its...

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POTD 9th April 2018

Synopsis -
A story of selflessness without jealousy or rancor that is often evident through the ages in all walks of life, even...

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I asked you what I have done wrong
But there is no response - just a stony silence
No words can convey my guilt, my inner sadness

This...

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ODE TO THE HYDRANGEA

Misunderstood little Mophead,
They call her ‘Changing Rose’,
Her colour comes from the soil
And the acidity in which she grows.

Chorus:	Water in her name,
		Water in...

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Come walk with me,
for the path cares not,
the age of your feet.

Look at the butterflies on petals,
their silence does not care,
the language you speak.

Listen to...

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Her brush strokes sorrow upon her canvas,
as oils drip with sadness. 
He captures images of silent spirits, 
drifting in blackness.

In her black and white world,...

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               maybe
my works are only writes
   should poetry speak...

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Stillborn
a mood of aberrant colour
a stain on the Artist’s worlds
a heart pulsating with pain
a wide range of intense ardour
mixed  on a fine palette
and a...

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