Best Coloured Poems
Declining the urge to go with the flow I swim upstream,
there to spawn and hatch countless dreams which freely
flow and then disperse in the vast ocean of my life.
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Contest: Any Birthday Poem
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Written on my birthday:
16th February, 2016
Contest: River of Dreams
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A.
Placed 3rd
Chosen POTD 18th Feb 2016
Categories:
coloured, destiny, dream,
Form:
Free verse
Uncomplicated me
I thought I was colour blind
free thinking and kind
with an evolved mind
Loving and accepting
of the ones I find
Yet my blindness
Is that of privilege
I'm just a visitor
in the Global village
From my narrow thin mind
there is too much spillage
Although so many
are forced from their homes
My life seems carefree
I am deaf to the groans
Brown women wearing veils
that can't protect them from stones
I live in a white washed place
No "Freedom Marches"
for men of a different race
Yet, if I look back and trace
there are darker stories to face
We all took part in shameful things
Yes, we share in the disgrace.
Highways of tears
Rivers of shame
There's always
someone else to blame
Residential schools
Each child got a new name
They were forced to forget
the place from where they came
Prisons filled
with black and red skinned men
They can't forget
this now or that then
Promises and promises
but who how and when
Or will their children
have to live it all over again
So yes
No longer colour blind
With the opening of my mind
I let colour seep in
Starting somewhere different
today I begin
Because I know
it shouldn't be
just the privileged who win!
Categories:
coloured, betrayal, black african american,
Form:
Political Verse
scrubbing with her hands
red stains from the priest's collar
- strawberry picking
choosing wallpaper -
the red-breasted cardinals
in my shopping bag
Last night of harvest -
reflection of red blood moon
in his empty glass
red cherry blossoms
before next winter follows
-his last picnic morn
soft vermillion wings
flutter on her bare shoulder
- the first glimpse of Spring
Its vermillion wings
perching between rose petals
sips of ambrosia
scarlet wings flutter
upon a dry corolla
unsweetened nectar
Inspired by Silent One 's haiku /senryu 5//7/5 syllables
using the colour red - not for the contest
Categories:
coloured, nature,
Form:
Haiku
I looked at theirs in hopes I would find mine
The powerful example in their lives underlined
They showed what they know by their branches intertwined
Instantaneous, long lasting, molded and refined
Beyond futility, their hopes in God enshrined
I have tried to grasp love, hold it tightly confined
Malignant and ugly, not what I hoped I would find
For without a giving heart and a soul that was kind
Love kept from my grip and was trapped in my mind
So I looked to the heavens for colours extreme
What could this failure of mine really mean?
I was baptized in the water of God's Holy Stream
With His gift of true Love this heart was redeemed!
"It's an about love thing". This all started with me not understanding,
Keith Papayrus posted his poem "It's Theirs" I didn't understand it.
Keith was kind enough to soup me a explanation which I found poetic.
His response led to me writing this poem. "conditionally coloured"
was part of his response to me and I thought it should be part of my title.
Thanks for the inspiration my brother of the pen.
Categories:
coloured, appreciation, forgiveness, love,
Form:
Rhyme
multi coloured bands
stretch across the morning sky- -
jupiter hidden
Categories:
coloured, nature,
Form:
Haiku
ATHENS DECEMBER 1983
COSMOS COLOURED KALEIDOSCOPE
A world so full of people,
Yet so empty,
Its vacuum is unbelievably painful,
Our cosmos surrounds us
In it’s infinite greatness,
But within, lies only selfishness.
A planet, a continent
A country, a town,
What does it matter if there
Is no meaning to
It’s very existence,
If for what we are looking
For, lies hidden beneath a
Lifetime’s experimentation?
A vision for a lust
Of living suddenly
Flashes past,
And as thirsty as we are to
Fulfil our innermost desires,
Grasp out and clutch,
At an unfinished dream,
Only to find that this illusion
Is not tangible,
Only imaginable!
Categories:
coloured, life,
Form:
Free verse
I want rose coloured glasses,
To watch the world burn and misty mushrooms fill up the sky.
I want rose coloured glasses,
To watch the sun's rays shine from window tops.
I want rose coloured glasses,
To accept my defeated fate in the ruins of the golden antiquity.
I want rose coloured glasses,
To keep breathing through the glass piercing my soul.
I want rose coloured glasses,
To keep believing I exist.
I want rose coloured glasses,
To see the future within me.
Categories:
coloured, fate, future,
Form:
Free verse
I born, I blak.
I grow up, I become blak.
I see, I blak.
In the sun, I blak.
I scared, I blak.
I sick, I blak.
If I die, I will become blak.
Rotten I blak.
And You white fellow,
you born, you pink.
You grow up, you become white.
You go in the sun, you red.
You cold, you blue.
You scared, you yellow.
You sick, you green.
When you die, you gray.
And you called me coloured!
Black is ebony not attificial.
And you called me black.
whites and Blacks come together,
the voice of apathied is crying
In the grave,calling on
unity in diversity.
Categories:
coloured, allegory, confusion, death, depression,
Form:
Verse
The rolling farmlands
That feeds our tribal children alike
And fertile vineyards abound
A tawny of sapphire seas
A prodigious floral kingdom
Amber coloured rivers
That plunge into an ocean
Of mercurial moods
Roaring with stealth silence
Tranquil beaches and lagoons
Rocky shores and enchanting seasides
The imposing cliffs and highlands
Flanked by towering mountains
Highvelds dry as sand
Rough as a rasp
Around the vast arena of the bushveld
Lies a stealthy leopard
A slouching serpent through the tawny grasses
An impala lolling in a shade
The pungent breeze of a dangling buck in a lion's mouth
The swiftness fling of a cheetah's wrath
My humble abode
My South Africa
Land of scenic splendours....
Categories:
coloured, dedication, tribute,
Form:
Concrete
I have never seen Ireland
We plan a vacation there
And yet I worry
Will it disappoint me?
Will frustration with Troubles
Cloud my vision?
Can I concentrate on the countryside
Knowing that religion has reared its ugly head
Wales is oh so beautiful
Will I see Ireland through angry eyes?
Ruined by a greedy English king
Who could not sire a son
Or will hope widen my vision?
Will I see through Celtic eyes
That know the ways
And live the days
In freedom
Categories:
coloured, confusion
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
You are a mighty King with great power
That's somewhere between God and man
Oh King, you could have any woman here
Yet you dream of one girl in another land
In your vision, a bright coloured castle
There is a beautiful maiden within
Surrounded by walls of gold and stone
And all the servants wore black satin
Somewhere in your past you met her
She winked as she quickly passed by
On her way to Wales, She softly said
Smiled with dimples and emerald eyes
One night the King woke in cold sweats
His longing heart pumping with desire
He must go and find this maiden girl
This one true love set his heart on fire
On the next morrow the King set sail
One man quest to find his perfect Queen
Her voice prettier than lovely angels
More beautiful than any he'd ever seen
He came ashore in the north of Wales
Castle by castle sought his bride to be
The King took great joy in his journey
He fell in love with this amazing country
Then one day he saw it, just like his dream
There stood that bright coloured castle
And a beautiful maiden how she gleamed
That beautiful maiden is now his Queen
Now she's his girl, oh how she gleamed
His one true love, this girl, his Queen
Pennedf by Lyric Man and Seren Roberts
on August 5th 2015
Categories:
coloured, angel, beautiful, desire, destiny,
Form:
Lyric
Rose Coloured Lies*
Dark is the night of my years
Stained is your note with my tears
Dropped from my hand…
Windows reflect all my fears
Shattered by fragmented weirs
Beneath the rand
Rose among thorns with no shears
Coloured last blush no one hears
Lies in times sand.
--DARK
STAINED DROPPED
WINDOWS
SHATTERED BENEATH
ROSE COLOURED
LIES…--
deborahburch©
07/23/2012
I call this form: VIRELETTE*
It is like the Virelai in its structure of line and syllable make-up...the variation
is with the word beginning each line. Each word combined in sequence creates another poem, which is a synopsis of the original poem...LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK... :) deb
Categories:
coloured, allegory, lost love, time,
Form:
Verse
Rainbow coloured camouflage
The rainbow whispered “look at me I am a cameo in abused disguise”.
"You are a beautiful mean to an end, a pot of gold awaiting where you
touch the horizon, elusive no doubt but tangible in dreams and in wishes”.
‘Faruq’ true to his name, the one who distinguishes truth from all falsehood,
vowed to ‘Nahla’, or the drink of water, to be with her forever come rain
or shine, when the Bedouins halted for their wedding under thorn’s holy arbor.
“There will be moist earth under the sacred tree”, promised the shaman,
drank potions from ‘Ausaj’, danced, convulsed and exulted as everyone gathered
under the ‘Sdir’ tree with the promise of sustenance and children from heaven.
It was a monkey’s wedding, glistening sun combined with sprinkles of drizzle,
but the rainbow forgot that camels and goats don’t mix with mischief-makers,
imported from modern changes of climate, greed, power and destruction.
“I have been camouflaged, misconstrued, disenfranchised, seven beautiful colours exuding disaster”. “No, you have your rightful place under the skies, warmongering nations ignore you, they exploit the fruits of the desert, relish oil of demise”.
Ear-piercing storms erupted and lightening ensued with full thunderous wrath and
the tree of life got splintered and divided, ancient reality was crushed under modern delusion.
‘Faruq’ and ‘Nahla’ could not believe that their short marriage was over, they joined their ancestors, struck by the rainbow, who had masked the power of drowning waters, looked helplessly on.
Meanwhile tanks, constructed and draped in seven deadly sins, kept their tracks
in the quick sand of glory, deceit and rape of the planet, full,evil steam ahead.
“I feel so guilty”, uttered the rainbow, “I could not display my true colours”, but the wind and the Gods replied “Not your fault, do not take the blame, when gold turns to tar”.
Categories:
coloured, bridal shower, wedding,
Form:
Narrative
Teardrops fall,upon tiles of black and white,
playing the hearts melody,a soulful insight,
key's of seven,scaling higher notes,
crying octaves,which the soul has slowly wrote....
The flats and the sharps,added to the strings,
enhancing the feeling,which despondency brings,
distant wanderings,in search of understanding,
only too find,the distant meanderings....
Sheets of music,arranged and composed,
within' compartments,subjectively transposed,
sweet melodic interludes,stages of transition,
blazing cresendos,marking a soul's position....
From the beginning keynote,awakening desire,
songs of silent streams,gracefully aspire,
extending toward heights lofty in nature,
rainbow coloured concord,serendipitously demure....
Categories:
coloured, introspection
Form:
Free verse
Some eyes are a brilliant blue
With a hyper realistic feel
Some eyes are a bouncy brown
With a gorging glare of steel
Some eyes are an emerald envy
With an insurmountable amount of real
So many eyes! So many traits! Now let’s
Make some more colours!
Some eyes are a mighty magenta
With a small statue as the beholder
Some eyes are a perfect purple
With a beholder as big as a bolder.
So many eyes...
Categories:
coloured, color, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme