Best Colours Poems
Art is abstract
Art thrives with colours
Colours brighten faded coral
Colours highlight black
Black skies with silver stars
Black opal gemstones
Gemstones like amethyst
Gemstones of vivid ruby
Ruby roses and crimson thorns
Ruby as precious as emeralds
Emerald stalks of yellow daisies
Emerald and velvet aurora
Aurora Borealis in hints of pink
Aurora Australis in tones of turquoise
Turquoise morpho butterflies
Turquoise waves on sands of gold
Gold rays of orb in sapphire sky
Gold crown with Indian jewels
Jewels that sparkle like red diamonds
Jewels unique like taaffeite
Taaffeite glimmers in mauve
Taaffeite shimmers in lavender
Lavender blooms in lilac buds
Lavender can help you to sleep
Sleep brings ebony nightmares
Sleep brings dreams of ivory
Ivory are a grey elephant's tusks
Ivory are the keys on pianos
Pianos are made from pine
Pianos can be stained in brown
Brown bark covered in green moss
Brown is compost for soil
Soil supports olive herbs
Soil weaves rainbow roots
Roots of amber sweet pea
Roots nourished from plain rain
Rain brings charcoal clouds
Rain flourishes fields of barley
Barley has an earthly hue
Barley crops bloom in beige
Beige looks a bit like magnolia
Beige is a little vanilla
Vanilla has a lovely scent
Vanilla can be a dull personality
Personality should be like orange
Personality is portrayed in poetry
Poetry is a pigment of creativity
Poetry is a vibrant palette of love
Love...
Creativity...
Lemon meringue sweet-laughter-light
fills shadows cerulean blue.
Café de Flore’s summer hot night
where dreams tangerine rendezvous.
Six strings strumming lavender notes
tones, violaceous lilac lace,
heartbeats' delicate music floats
on fanciful lilts ears embrace.
Conversation thrills with saffron!
Hints, amorous in coral blushed sheen,
lashes flirt, lush fluttered chiffon;
intentions are aquamarine.
French liqueur sipped, yellow chartreuse,
City of Light, summer hot bliss.
Inner glow - inhibitions loose,
watermelon lust; wet French kiss!
My soul is my guide.. Rumi
I once adored the warmth
of unreachable desires.
Ascending too high,
I fell from the sky just like Icarus.
Suffering from the flames of fate,
my eyes resembled a million candles
burning tears of wax.
But, I've always been familiar with fire,
as I was born scarred from internal inflames.
It's a blessing when strings of attachment
cremate into ashes.
Love is a vintage gold rose,
an irreversible ideology,
where thorns grow upon petals of pain.
In an autumnal aura, all scents fade,
so I remain in pale blackness -
my sighs as heavy as smokeless tar.
Yet, I know my soul will blossom,
once again with robins in Spring,
as scents of sweet almonds return
with the rebirth of roses without thorns.
In a world of imagination
the colours of love are boundless.
Romance is an opal rainbow over
stormy oceans yearning for turquoise tides.
If my heart was a gem,
it would reflect like a scarlet diamond,
walking upon malachite meadows,
full of ivory orchids with purple lilies,
admiring aquamarine skies,
with hues of amethyst and citrine.
We were all born to sparkle..
Under tones of indigo moonstone
with hints of pink,
my quill will scribble in lilac ink
as love always returns.
Simple Musing.
Walking all night
On the glittering wet sand of a sea shore..
In the shadows of twinkling stars..
Through a silver airial fabric
of a tiny waning Moonlight
Till the sun begin to rise
fom within the lap of distant crimson waves..
And gently start ascending to the magical sky...
With scattered purple clouds...
For this spectacular sight
Ocean halts and transforms to mirror
To wholly reflect the colours of Dawn
From its redish wine waves...
Wow, his view is like a pupil on the blue
Sun Ball far away on the horizon
Sea acts like the lower lash
While the sky like the upper one
With the magic of tiny pieces of hued clouds
Sublime!!
Perhaps a glimpse of big bang...
Or a corner of heaVen...
Eternity in every moment..!
(12-21 2020)
i am surrounded by a blaze of flaming colors in God's garden.
autumn happily creating with her palette in hand the September scape.
a thousand shades of reds, yellows, browns, earth tones spread,
blended perfectly by the artist's loving hand, a sensual delight.
a masterpiece, sketched against a bark colored scrim of nature's flesh.
with my eyes opened wide and my body clothed in autumns light
quenched but still wanting, unwillingly i stagger away, drunk from exposure.
Maurice Yvonne
September 2 2014
Have you ever seen a star crying?, they are just bright.
Have you ever seen a dark rainbow?, they are full of colour.
Have you ever seen a night without its day?, no possible way.
Have you ever seen a storm with no end?, never was seen.
Everything has a start with its end. Nothing lasts forever.
Even the darkest storms have a sun always shining above them and beyond of what we just believe.
Whisper, rain, whisper!
drip-drop…pitter-patter!!!!
A misty drizzling dawn, watching playful rain
carrying on a mischievous conversation with the wind !
Tall majestic trees shaking their branches,
Tiny plants shivering and quivering !
Stories from the past float in the somber sky -
Tapestry embroidered by fine strands of
sadness and delight!
rose bush sways,
wind hums through the rustling leaves,
murmuring poignant words,
conveying romance evergreen!
The cloud floats - fluttering fragrant petals of Jasmine,
swish me to an enticing youth,
When collecting flowers at dawn,
with luscious dewdrops on them,
brought a sense of euphoria!
Drip-drop, drip-drop,
The dripping sound resonates memories
of magical swing and joyful laughter,
of petite flowers and vibrant chatter,
Kaleidoscopic raindrops hold them all.
You whisper to me in your soft velvety voice,
reminisce our moments
of endless bliss.
I am breathless!
Clouds glide, clouds waft leisurely,
displaying colours in a stunning rainbow!
An extravaganza of captivating hues in its palette!
Whisper, rain, whisper!
drip-drop…pitter-patter!!
Red, yellow, brown and green
All colours will be seen
Love this time of year ~ fill your cup
Hot chocolate, hats , scarfs gloves cosy up
Log fires lite in gardens brings dazzled light
As days get shorter ~ blazing sight
Kicking leaves, roasting chestnuts magic in the air
An apple is Red,
I like eating bread,
Banana is yellow,
I am jolly fellow,
Pear is green,
I am neat and clean,
Coconut is brown,
I am little clown,
All fruits are nice,
They make us healthy and wise!!
"Colours in a Cloud Speak"
The colours
of a world
speak
no one
has time
to listen
The spectrums
speak like
music, lucid
like clouds
that pulse ultraviolet
in front of you
through wide open
windows, unavoidable,
some strange dream
your eyes see,
but do not
speak
the unbelieved
reels in the
unbelievable
we live
in these odd times
we observe meanings subliminal
that no one else
other than we
in our own moment
believe,
could see
on the peripheral
of even
like odd
evening clouds
in the small hours
that pulse curious
purple, then ultraviolet,
points of calculus
invading our
small space, try reasoning
watching us
as we move in
some strange elusive dream
a beacon
calling us
home,
some strange home
calls us crazy, we are
cats cradles cartwheeling
unreachable
we think, it exists
somewhere else,
other than this,
in the
in between
unseen
we exist
we dream
we try to live
what we see,
is not real,
it’s spun
like fairy floss
in the machinations
of the others' schemes
sugar tastes sweet
addictive, we are lost
in the after taste
wanting more
of what we
know is their drug
what we are taught
from birth to see,
is not the real of reality
our minds are locked
from time of rebirth,
re-entry
into
well-rehearsed territory
birth pains burning
the inevitability,
truth hits us
the gravity glitching
karma circles
Ferris wheels
that stop occasionally
to let us
get on
get off
it could be
realer
than real
the mysterious colour
hidden in clouds
we touch
in our dreams
we are like
comets falling
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
cat's cradle
noun
a child's game in which a loop of string is put around and between the fingers and complex patterns are formed.
Harry Chapin - Cats in the Cradle
Written for my dearest friend Jan, my thoughts are with you and your family.
Rainbow Colours
Orange, white, black. Wings laced in colour lit by brilliant light
Mine heart cry’s out and I weep before thy divine given sight
Mine soul is lighted by thy beauty that mine eye doth behold
Rainbow under constant movement, oh joyous vision doth unfold
Thy Beauty fills mine heart and soul, such joyous colours fill mine sight
Lifting high, swirling , dancing on air, mine mind filled with light
God’s grace welcomes all those gentle souls with wing’s of rainbow hue
Sweet Jan your father dances in rainbow colours and will always love you
I’m lavender; I’m apple-tartness green
or colored cream like fleece - a peaceful ewe.
Pastel, I’m hushed; when gold or red, I preen.
Like ice cream of a most peculiar hue,
I’m Baskin-Robbins licorice-flavor blue.
I’m fanciful as pink and rarely frown
reflecting sequins of my rainbow gown.
Written ages ago, I don't know when, but was first posted 8/31/11 under the
title "Rainbowed"!
Now used for Shadow Hamilton's Colours Poetry Contest
Green with envy or feeling blue
These are emotions that can affect you
Golden sunlight on a sandy beach
This dream scene may be far out of our reach
Crystal clear raindrops make us wetter and wetter
Rose tinted spectacles make everything seem better
Sultry brown eyes and ruby red lips
Bluebells in the woods and hawthorn hips
The colourful sight that really makes my day
Is seeing a glorious rainbow over Douglas Bay
22nd April 2013
Submitted to colourful verse contest
Sponsored by Charlotte Puddifoot
How fickle are the humors of the heart,
capricious and of alternating hue.
a masked chameleon of cunning art;
transmuting colours often hid from view.
Now sunk in sombre thoughts of deep regret
now tinged with envy's veil of deepest green,
rose-coloured when by love's suffusion met
or cleansed as white as snow and pristine clean.
Just like the changing seasons, hearts endure
bright sunshine, louring skies or sudden storms,
and when the heavy heart is overcast
it looks not upwards as a rainbow forms.
Kaleidoscopic heart, at journey's end
which hues will shape the palette's final blend?
entered 13.02.21
My Foolish Heart Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
03/12/18
My pen strives to flow,
saturate virgin fibers
crisp, cool and clean,
desires to spread
through virtuous threads
with thoughts, reflections,
colors from within -
yet at any given time
I’m tempted to resign;
my thoughts are faded,
my ink runs dry.
When your mind is weary
and words silently suppressed
like an empty fountain
your muse drains with scarcity -
take my palette,
let your artistry flow,
Illuminating barren scripture.
With you, my colors shine
more richly, my ink flows
to satisfy my need
to touch, and be touched
by beauty.
Together
we observe in clear definition
as unblemished pages
are no longer innocent.
Silent One collaboration with Becca Teagan
Collaborated 3 July 2017