Best Discolor Poems
She was weaving a silken tapestry with long silver threads
and golden memories from her life that hadn't yet faded
Drizzles of sorrow fell with every loving stitch taken
until the storm became a deluge, leaving her feeling jaded
She rose from the prick of needling work, leaving it forsaken
Walked to shed the weight of despair in her garden beds
but petals from withered jasmine were scattered around
blowing about in the wind, and some lying on the ground
Only one was left, its stem holding tight to the bloom
She smiled but dared not to touch the perfumed beauty
Humans discolor the purity of innocent flower heads
Ink flowed from pen to paper, her reminiscing took flight
Reflections of loss that no beating heart can e're restore
She wrote of Spring and a future that once seemed bright
of Summer days when love was hers to have and hold
Lines of the cusping of Autumn, and snow in Winter's cold
Times when she'd built a fire, burning deep inside her soul
She paused when visions began pooling in her weary eyes
Dropped the pen recording verses of remorse and grief
and blamed time, the thief who stole from her, loves once borne
then torn from her and still she grieves when remembering
when she'd worn her wounded heart on bloodied sleeves
Categories:
discolor, age, poetess, sorrow,
Form:
Narrative
I look in the mirror,
I gaze at my eyes and see my soul,
No longer a pure shimmery white light I once had as a child,
Now it is stained with red ink,
Absorb inside my skin,
Like water soaking into the earth,
Not even my atonements can wash away the blood.
So now my soul stays poisoned,
With the evil destruction of my past,
And the beautiful white moon I once had,
Has disappeared, Tainted the black holes of sin,
Though light overcomes darkness,
I still see the discolor of my soul,
And the infinity of its presence,
Lurking in the dark, like a bat in a cave,
So now I stay longing for the once untouched purity of my soul,
That has now vanished without a trace of a memoir...........
Categories:
discolor, life, loss, light, longing,
Form:
Free verse
When the rainy gloomy day
From the gray clouds weaves the arch,
When the heaven of lead acid in the silence
Floating to us vast object,
When the foliage discolor,
And the cries of birds can be heard barely,
And thousands of hums seas
Denunciations from the heavens stronger,
When the winds are changing rules,
And hit the backhand in the discord,
And the air, woven from the the needles,
Sparks all over the blackness,
Suddenly a flash split the day in two,
And the lightning sparkle the bridge,
Connecting the heavenly home and the ground,
Showing the miracle of burning fire.
Categories:
discolor, emotions, firework, heaven, rain,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend they say.
I know of a story that’s filled with dismay.
A girl worshiped a gem in abnormal way.
Many never believed how she went astray.
Only one man knew of what she did pray.
Now she began her destiny to begin to prey.
Devil’s diamond was her private bouquet.
Daring spells spoke, never served allay.
Universal demons took her soul in decay.
Spells drove her gem to dust, then to clay.
Traces of her body did discolor and splay.
Disheartened love broke, as he turned gray.
Evil will always win over any precious array.
Veracious greed drives away personal cliché.
I know now not to worship any gem or pay.
Listen to hidden words in this poetic play.
Categories:
discolor, dark, evil, fantasy, girl,
Form:
Monorhyme
Flurries of fall fling fabulous colors,
Drifting silent in dreamy discolor.
Marvelous, mellowed, midday, matinee,
Plummy and peaceful as red songbirds play!
Isolated, intriguing, gold, immense,
In fields of faded blooms beyond a fence.
Real beauty ripens in seasons of sun!
Written on 3/29/2021
Categories:
discolor, autumn, beauty, color, flower,
Form:
Alliteration
The purest tint is but a canvas bare
in wait of rapture from a master's brush,
for all the pigments of the palette share
in placid beauty as their color's blush.
Though ev’ry hue unveils to radiate,
reflecting self within an opus scrawl,
the blending of diversities create
a masterpiece of unity for all.
But without light, illumination's lost
thus, shading beauty’s luminance in gray.
Within the darkness, all shall bear the cost
for putting such discolor on display.
For unity to bathe in brilliant light,
the colors of the palette must unite.
Host: Mark toney
Marathon Contest - Mile 9
7-21-22
Categories:
discolor, beauty,
Form:
Sonnet
Salix Discolor had escaped my view
Living in south that would be nothing new
How I could enjoy your beauty in spring
When only one Weeping Willow see through
Gray-haired bloom so distintive against red
Beauty like fur coat of cat that's purebred
Salix Discolor stands still while wind's wing
Transports young where no other foot has tread
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Contest:*****willow or Daffodil
Written: Today February 28, 2012
Categories:
discolor, nature, urdu,
Form:
Rubaiyat
So there I was
Walking downtown by myself
While he was swimming in the bottle
Relishing the waves of discontent
Failure
Loss
Disappointing[me]
Pray Pray Pray
Let these sins, wash away
With just one more Swallow
The blood of his Almighty
Who will fix everything
In a while
Spilling over his mouth
Washing over his senses and sinking
All the way down at the bottom
Trying to find a message in that special hue
Of crimson
Making sure the last hint of bitterness
Stays on the tip of his tongue the next day
Watching the gold on my wrists wash away
Fading to discolor
Fading to gray
Bangles that cease to jingle
With the closing of his eyes
Looking for love hidden in the shot glass
Somewhere
Listening to the clicking of my
Nine West heels on the pavement
Outside, the lock turning
Backwards against the forbidden
The switch of the silk of my skirt
Clinging to my thigh, clinging to something
Timed to the rhythm of the pounding of the clock
Inside our hearts
Baby, what are you doing to yourself?
Even though what we do is wrong
We hustle until the sun comes up and the devil comes down
So turn off the lights
And listen to the allure,
Of losing our senses
In the jaded game of life
Inside a million parallel reflections
Bouncing off the little bubbles he
Loves to drink
Clarified with the truth
Within our espresso eyes
Just One More Swallow
Choking
On the words
That being real is being smart
And being smart is being willing
To do what you got to do
Forgetting all tabernacle promises
To yourself and leaving your pride intact
At the altar, leaving your savior to bleed in a cup
To drown yourself away in
Categories:
discolor, life, leaving, senses,
Form:
Free verse
Innocent
As the blood falls from my eyes,like the tears of a sore heart.
All I can do is watch the impossible happen.
I'm being cut down,I'm being thrown apart.
I feel the pieces of my soul being broken.
As my blood falls from your weapon,watch me cry.
Looking at my other self being throw into a cage.
Dried blue tears sit upon her face,So sad her face blotched
with discolor as she sits cold and alone.
Open sores,open wounds,returned of horrid memories.
Everlasting chains to keep me restrain,under control.
Only to hurt with a smiling face,watch me bleed from my eyes
inside out.
You seen it the key to release you,though I ask should I set you free?
For you see this freedom shall you wait, may you ever see it again?
This is the weapon of innocent,stained with they're tears. Over flowed with horribly.
This dreaded weapon,This weapon stain with innocent tears made with hate.
Categories:
discolor, angst, art, black african
Form:
Classicism
What happens to our dreams?
They seem to discolor;
they shrivel
and fall wistfully into distant memory
like so many autumn leaves.
They seem to slip from grasp
and shatter painfully
as they hit the floor
like so many glasses before it.
When we grow,
our hearts become lost in the inferno.
They fry, dry out, turn crispy.
They become easily cracked, fragile.
They become useless, sterilized.
I watch my first hour teacher
as she preaches generalizations
of relationships we don't want.
She gives examples from her own life.
I watch and I see nothing.
She is dead from the inside out.
Her humanity is locked in dormancy.
She is a hollow shell with a voice box.
Sometimes I think
she should take a queue from Hemingway;
paint the walls with the back of her skull
and fragments of led-fused brain tissue.
When the dreams go,
so goes the heart,
so goes the soul,
so goes self-will,
so goes humanity.
Pry into the mind of a child.
Look around, soak it in.
See what we've all been missing.
Categories:
discolor, philosophyautumn,
Form:
Free verse
Alex died in Iraq
Nineteen years of age
The bench arrived at the Veteran's Cemetary
A reminder of the war and rage
It glows with beauty
For it is brand new
Yet the last reminder of an only child
A dad, alive, polishing until he turns blue
His tears would land on the bench
Discolor would follow
He kept crying and rubbing
I couldn't even swallow
As I pulled him away
To stop the torcherous event
He looked to the sky... to vent
"Alexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx!"
I LOST IT!!!!!!
Categories:
discolor, angst, death, father, son,
Form:
Bio
Poetry is terminal, incurable-
it manifest words around the heart, mine and soul
hopefully it won’t discolor the skin but;
for around the eyes.
Categories:
discolor, on writing and words,
Form:
Free verse
Oh! daughter of loneliness
worshiper of horus
though quite unaware
collector of dandelions
look over here then
double chins on racehorses!
that slight stain on your two fingers
story of cigarette hungers
and nicotine romances
dealt with in shadow quietly
no fierce gazes now from church ladies
magnificent in their clucking bow
processing the dirt at your feet
lest your sins discolor the very ground
of your precious precious little town
Oh! daughter of the earth
collector of dandelions
rush of cicada wings
trembling, quickening
at your approach
my proud back collapses
a new S shape coils
vertabraeic tribute then
I will paw at the dirt
your proud mother
our shared ancestor then
keeper of the dead
drifts through my fingers
the tribute of the soil
Nothing here to keep
the servants are onto something
that shiny image you have of me
a flaking wedge of cake
in your mind, now grown stale
nibbled at slowly by the scuffling teeth
of doubt, of fear, of the nakedness of faith
a spectral rodent drifts in and out
he is made of uselessness and has no point
and scurries about on errands
please, swallow whole that cake
release that sobbing doppelganger
from that mindful prison of time
lest your sins discolor the very ground
of your precious precious little town
Categories:
discolor, daughter, life, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
the cry of one shall fade
among the masses
consumed
by wailing tongues
of ululation
the heart of one shall shrivel
denied
connection
to its roots
discolor
in its death
the eyes of one shall stare
blank hope
scanning
the darkened crust
of time
the hands of one shall cling
to an endless
emptiness
caressing that
which is no more
the voice of one shall curse
the will of men
laid dormant
at the feet
of their gods
John G. Lawless
©6/6/2018
Categories:
discolor, war,
Form:
Free verse
I have never seen one
I have never seen a colored smile
I have never seen a white smile
I have never seen a black smile
I have never seen one
But I have seen a few beautiful smiles
Oh! It feels good when a woman smiles
Especially one who has style
Charisma, elegance, intelligence and a nice profile
I mean one who is not contumelious or vile
I love beautiful smiles
Which brighten the world in style
I love smiles which shine like the sun
I love smiles which bring joy and fun
Oh! They want to color or discolor everything
Even an awe-inspiring rainbow in spring
They want to put the wrong colors on every thing
Oh! Brother Martin, I thank you for unveiling the painting
I love beautiful smiles, simple smiles
Smiles which one can see from miles and miles.
Copyright © May 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Categories:
discolor, fantasy, fun, love, rainbow,
Form:
Rhyme