Best Colourfully Poems
At first
love floats like a snowflake,
until it melts in your hand.
Then it falls,
like an Autumn leaf,
eventually swept away in the breeze.
Sometimes love offers mercy,
like April showers to rose petals,
but no rain can save from decay.
Love wants to be free like a kite,
flying colourfully in bright blue skies,
but grey clouds ruin its flight.
One day love will descend like sunset.
Maybe we are born to fall -
but love will always ascend again like sunrise.
Categories:
colourfully, analogy, perspective, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
(Thank God, when I posted my poem a second time , I could enter it in the contest. But I am retaining my old post as I have many comments on it . I thank all my poet friends who helped me with suggestions, especially Mystic Rose Rose. My soupmail is non functional most of the time)
The naked hills are clad in snow
Blurring the houses that line up in a row
The wind that blows is icy chill
Freezing cold is the water of the rill
Trees, stand stripped and bare
But so much gaiety is in the air
Lightings from all houses shine
Sending out a radiance divine
Christmas trees stand finely decorated
Cribs are colourfully illuminated
The day has come when Christ was born
In our midst as the greatest boon
He came not in glory arrayed
But in a poor man’s rags clad
Took birth not in a palace of gold
But in a deserted manger of old
Poor shepherds were the sole witness
They beheld his radiant face in stillness
The whole world is under his magic sway
As love for all is his wondrous way
Jesus came down from Heaven on Earth
To offer the world its true mirth
To dole out the priceless treasure of peace
To see all bitterness and enmity cease
Merry ditties shall echo from every street
And children will sing Christmas carols sweet
From the angelic band will rise the refrain
“Peace on Earth and goodwill to all men”
Nov.20. 2022
~ Placed Eighth~
Most Beautiful Christmas Poem Contest
Sponsor – Mystic Rose Rose
Categories:
colourfully, bible, birth, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme
an angel in white gown entered prism home, exited colourfully
Categories:
colourfully, color,
Form:
Monoku
July is the month of monsoon rains in our part of the land when there will be incessant downpour and flooding in coastal areas and low lying lands
In the vast expanse up so high,
In the caliginous July night sky,
A lone star trailed along from Heaven’s arch,
And through hindering clouds it did march.
Its lambent rays dancing in gleeful light,
Making everything luminously bright.
All starlets cowered in shame,
Hiding in corners, fearing blame.
It got stationed above a thatched manger,
Where baby Jesus lay swaddled in rags in rainy weather
Promising the gift of love and joy to mankind
Assuring everyone salvation and peace of mind.
The wind that blows is icy chill
Freezing cold is the water of the rill
Trees stand washed in rain
The sky, in greying clouds remain
Lights from nearby houses shine
Sending out a radiance divine
Christmas trees stand finely decorated
Cribs are colourfully illuminated
Stars and festoons can’t be hung in the open,
As in pouring rain, they may be broken.
July is not a month fit for the king to take birth,
Who has come to bless the world with cheery mirth
Yet, the whole land is vibrant with festivity.
The pouring rain hasn’t doused the gaiety.
Sunshine or rain, no matter the weather,
Friends and family are happy together.
Christmas wraps every heart in cheer,
Though it falls in July, the rainy month of the year!
July.11.2022
Christmas in July or July celebration Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Tania Kitchin
Categories:
colourfully, birthday, celebration, rain,
Form:
Rhyme
Scriptures declare that believers be true
to be faithful to Christ always in His way
being not unequally yoked to unbelievers
obeying God's word stand fast they would stay
Righteousness can't compare with lawlessness
it's totally opposite having nothing in common
just like back and white so colourfully distinct
remember your place not to be forgotten
A believers fellowship needs are akin
to those of similar likened taste
so that unity blends uniquely together
making your pilgrimage have no waste
The sweet communion of believers faith
be full of Christ's abundant light
giving no room for any darkness
making fellowship such precious sight
Believers need be equally yoked
filled with Christ's love for each one
enticing others of what's true love
be separate unto Christ God's son
(Do not be unequally yoked with unbelievers. For what partnership has righteousness with lawlessness? Or what fellowship has light with darkness? What accord has Christ with Belial? Or what portion does a believer share with an unbeliever? What agreement has the temple of God with idols? For we are the temple of the living God; as God said,
“I will make my dwelling among them and walk among them,
and I will be their God,
and they shall be my people.
Therefore go out from their midst,
and be separate from them, says the Lord,
and touch no unclean thing;
then I will welcome you,
and I will be a father to you,
and you shall be sons and daughters to me,
says the Lord Almighty.”)
2 Corinthians 6: 14-18 (ESV)
Categories:
colourfully, bible, jesus, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
I've been meaning to write for a long time.
but sometimes
my words willingly remain hostage
in my heart.
Not wanting to be heard.
Covered and crumpled.
I cannot sink in
I am 18.
it's frightening,
Getting old
my mind is somewhere between
the land and the sky,
wishing to fly,
but fears the fall.
what if I am longing for the sunshine
but chasing the moonlight?
I am waiting for roses
but is it not all thorns?
what if I mistook 'mistake' as a failure
and stop moving on?
There it goes.
Overthinking.
A frequent visitor,
who barges my house constantly.
Full of impertinence.
Making it abysmal.
One simply writes down
the beautiful and the doomed
Until they manage to safely coexist
And somehow this dilutes the pain.
Such a beautifully paradoxical thing is Mind.
"You have a magical way of unearthing summer in those dry Decembers.
And of all the things you need to grow
you've chosen roots
So that one day
you can touch the skies"
it said.
I remembered how
I've always had this inaudible need,
Deeply persistent as the ivy
To reach for something beyond
The roots of my capabilities.
This number can't be an obstacle.
Eighteen is too nascent to be called seasoned.
And that's what keeps me going.
Then my heart pulled softly
the ends of those tears
releasing my fear like a ribbon
Coming quietly undone.
The universe might be showing me
That grey and white lies ahead
But today I am all ready
To show it how colourfully I can bloom.
Categories:
colourfully, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
I have seen Millennia in
and now its twenty fifty
I somehow made my century
rejoycing with my family.
It has passed it seems
in the mere eye blink.
Now I remeninsce
held close in loving arms
Festivity floods the senses
stores groaning with toys.
Butchers laden with meat
people scurrying hither and thither.
Shop fronts all lit up
with flashing decorations.
Children's eyes on beanstalks
wish lists growing bigger.
Fridges crammed to the brim
with tempting tasty treats.
Good will for neighbours
as carol singers carousol.
Mothers sweating over stoves
as Dad mixes up eggnog.
Presents colourfully wrapped
adorn Christmas trees feet.
At end of day, happy faces
and a few groaning bellys,
people falling into bed
T'is all done for another year
written 12/12 /2010
contest Christmas past, present or future
Categories:
colourfully, christmas, giving, happiness,
Form:
Verse
At Paro of Bhutan I found the clouds
Gathering over the snow white peaks
Over the summit the deep blue shroud
Kept looking on in dazed disbelief
If one takes up my fountain pen
Or snatches my favourite umbrella
Restless naturally are all the grains
Confusion arrives in the sweet tabla
White clouds start fondling the peaks
Drawings of beautiful chaos emerge
Surge of colourfully deep drum beat
Dance in the white peaks go berserk
Rises from the foothills the peace palm
Lifted in the air from a milky white lotus
In the eyes smiling the poems of psalm
Enjoy in peace, ---says a voice sonorous
I quieted my pen and put down the notebook
In bliss kept fixated my blue pacific look
_______________________________________
Tabla : A small drum or pair of drums of India turned to different pitches and played with the hands : In Dictionary.com
May 2, 2016
Categories:
colourfully, absence, allusion, beauty, blue,
Form:
Rhyme
Tables groaned with the weight of food
What a sight to behold, slimy eyeballs
floating around in green lizard soup
Skewered brains covered with dragons
blood and snakes venom sprinkled over
frogs legs strung on pigs intestines
Bats wings that are still flapping
rest on top of a cake full of treats of
bird feathers and vampire toe nails
The colourfully hideous group of guests
set upon it with the greatest of glee
this would sustain them until next year
Now done with feasting they party on
no need to fear until they are done
the children unawares do trick or treat
Come the strike of midnight all changes
now they set out looking for souls to steal
fools abroad now become prey to be hunted
Many vanish this hallowed night their fate unknown
so folks if you are partying this Hallow's eve
be sure to be home before the witching hour strikes
Categories:
colourfully, food, halloween,
Form:
Imagism
Hazy,
fading
pictures
awaiting
the
justification
of
an
artist
Strange
echoing
voices
demanding
some
clarification.
A
microscopic
assertion
of
a
kaleidoscopic
impression
drawing
a
break
through
from
a
labyrinth.......
......i
pity
the
poet
in
love
I
pity
the
artist,
burdened
with
the
onus
of
drawing
the
hazy
picture
clear.
A
picture
anticipated
and
still
imaginery
I
pity
the
writer,
for
burdening
his
parker
pen
to
lay
the
answers
plain
on
paper.
The
answers
to
accompany
the
picture
I
pity
the
scientist
too,
for
coaxing
the
machines
to
magnify
the
microcosm
of
a
poet
in
love
to
an
understandable
version.
The
poet
in
love
with
Vanessa
I
pity
the
poet,
for
having
regained
a
loving
heart
once
lost,
only
to
surrender
the
keys
yet
again
and
this
time.....the
master
key
was
not
spared
.......gone
the
poet's
heart
to
Vanessa
I
pity
this
pit
the
poet
fell
in
for
it
is
colourfully
painted
and
on
all
the
walls
scribbled;
SHOW
SOME
LOVE
Love,a
picture
born
out
of
those
hazy,fading
pictures
Love,an
answer
to
those
strange
reverberating
voices
Love,the
detected
intractible
kaleidoscopic
virus
by
the
microscope
Love,Vanessa
is
the
labyrinth
i
found
the
poet
wandering
...............drink
it
Vanessa
ITS
NOW
SAFE
Categories:
colourfully, love,
Form:
fetishized lament
echoed
from colourfully besmeared winding sheet
devouring luminosity
become my pivotal infringement
vigorous luminosity
somethin' s wrong with her transcript
-they said, and put me behind iron pipes
my name dawned divested
and encapsulated in frame
of long time inhumed language
thus
soul
elastane woven
bends
every time words clash at those
indifferent barricades
this circle of life is fuc***
it cringes in parts it shouldn't
Danaans gift tried to conceal scenery
of birth given screenplay
they failed to excrement that light
clash became my attribution
yet they didn't let me to keep
any of that ordeal dust
they left me empty-handed
but emptiness brings happiness when filled
outage is divergent level of melancholy
undertone of this vanity named it pain
I call it a way of life
you got a thousand and one battle
war is mine
Categories:
colourfully, prejudice,
Form:
Free verse
I’ve created a family, with billions of billions,
I’m the reason that we’re all alive,
And because of me, millions of species,
Have been the ones to boldly survive,
Because my shape is perfect, the same every time,
Incredibly fragile yet firm,
Able to take my cargo, and protect it each time,
Then deliver it when it turns a full term.
You see, I’ve an oval, spherical, elliptical form,
Colourfully smudged with a mark,
And I’m sat on each day, every bit of each day,
Kept alone and warm in the dark,
But people best know me, on the breakfast table,
When I give them what they want the most,
When I’m served on a plate all scrambled or fried,
With bacon and onion and toast.
Categories:
colourfully, environment, funny, nature,
Form:
Personification
Boundless inkiness
Set colourfully ablaze as lightning thoughts
Burst through the intricate maze of grey
Eyes opened, shimmering with fragments of imagination
Overwhelmed with bubbling awe-struck wonder
A glimpse of a creature of imperceptible beauty
Rising from the shadowy ashes of an unappreciative world
Invisible to the blind eyes of non-believers
Mystically mystifying the depths of our souls
Unquestionable existence in fading reality
Golden halo of sunshine illuminating curls
Velvety moonlit skin painted with delicacy
Glittering green eyes alive with starry animation
An inspirational smile, caressed with mischief
Shimmering wings, laced with fragility
Her gentle silhouette echoing gentleness
So divinely goddess
Yet her eyes blinded to her unfathomable beauty
A temptress to escapism
As she floatingly spirals between worlds
Secretly allowing her flowery touch to restore life
As her playful spirit dances to the tranquil melody her angelic heart sings
Colouring our conformist world with hope filled rainbows
In magical attempt to open our eyes to life’s graceful beauty
And our minds to incomprehensible wisdom
As quickly as arisen
She fades as I blink
Leaving me cloaked with poetic bewilderment
Her final fleeting smile leaving my soul glowing
With her contagious love filled inspiration
Her magic traces alive in the very air we breathe
Testimony to her existence
Yet so deeply buried
By our destructively foolish
Doubt
Categories:
colourfully, fantasy, inspirationalinspirational,
Form:
Free verse
No Primus Inter Pares
Germans at the Costa Brava they just cannot yield
‘Brava’ the fight and they are conquering once more
Always the first on the beach or the striped deck chair but
The towel goes right up front and then they have breakfast
They claim their place in the sun and colonize the pool
I’m not a racist am German myself light skinned at dawn
Prejudice Discrimination Stereotype or double innocent vision
When too much sun meets a squinting eye of any beholder
Ready with parasol and sombrero and not enough lotion
To make sure I blend colourfully in and pretend I am native
Ingenious maybe but indigenous nowhere near but at my home
Not first under equals just one of the travelling circus’ crowd
I stake my claim forget all about physics in diabolical parable
Parabolic distant same old points and lines but when will I learn
That the sun scorches at high noon whatever I attempt
That horizons only widen when travelling in much truer fashion
Far and further afield immersion in less indifferent ventures
Brings me closer to peace to my own roots unburdens my search
I’ve seen the Taj Mahal under a midnight moon shadow absorbed
The Grand Canyon looked for precious Yellow Stone wisdom
Pyramids at Giza tear gas at Tahrir Square caves in Cappadocia
Never setting sun in Rovaniemi Omaha Beach and trenches in Belgium
I took local busses towards nowhere with no imminent return
No plan no target no defined ambition not steps merely ticked
Call me a voyeur in slums townships or favelas a frotteur with no towel
But I was made welcome once I shed my emperor’s colonial clothes
My luxury problems became smaller when I returned to the start
The gifts of the present the past and my very privileged future
One way or another I cannot and need not shed European origin
But my Universe has become less ignorant and a bit more unsure
23th July 2018
Categories:
colourfully, travel,
Form:
Free verse
The land of the rising sun,
laughter beckon us as we wave perfectly
to you. I've made my ancestors proud
writing about you, my muse is delighful
in glorious light, my ancestral home.
I have told my friends how rich and powerful
you are, where in you dwells a great ecstasy of
love, wisdom, and powerful beyond compare.
With divers tradition and culture decorated by diverse tongues colourfully designed by nature.
Have you heard of Onitsha, Abiriba and Okija?
What about Njeba, Asaba, Izuogu and Aba?
Those wonderfully made land adorned by
Amadioha whose kingdom last forever.
I salute the great Ohafians in your bosom
The mighty Arochukwu bows in greetings
Mbano send their words to your greatness!
Nkporo okwe is saying you're braver!
My Biafra, my home; my Biafra, my country!
My Biafra, my country; my Biafra, my home!
You walk as we stretched in holiness of you,
We won't allow you float into the windpipe
like your predecessor of old corruption.
They have once chased our joy into death,
Our tears broken and made to fill a cup!
The skin of the sky shall cover you forever,
your dreams shall be our iris and lens to see!
Biafra oh Biafra! We wait on the other side here
until this tribulation shall be over in joy then,
we shall embrace you like a lost child that found
his mother.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016
Categories:
colourfully, africa, art,
Form:
Narrative