Best Dyed Poems
I see you ‘cross the vast expanse,
a love disguised in dreamy whirl
and clothed in raiment sun-spun gold
as wispy cirrus wraps your dance
the music of your sigh aswirl -
a breeze I feel but cannot hold,
but dance I will with memories
though for your arms I’ll ever pine,
I look to skies for bluest eyes
at times behind the tapestries
of cumulus both yours and mine –
the realm in which my angel flies.
Our love so like the lilac leaf
two halves that shared a center vein,
once green we were but now I fade
I’m torn in half without relief
the pain not washed away by rain —
this heart-shaped leaf afraid and frayed.
O touch me warm your slanting rays
how cold my soul you left behind,
to gaze through tears at beauty high
to wander through the haze of days
and know the planets misaligned —
when eyes of turquoise dyed the sky.
Alas, myself but cosmic dust
yet still, the stardust gilts the rust.
Categories:
dyed, beauty, death, grief, longing,
Form:
Lyric
The Moon She glares from the ebon Halls,
As the sea stretches too taste Her galls,
The Candelabra dyed as magick stole its pore,
Starry night blackened as She sinks to the core,
The Sol it shone from the crimson sea
Like an awl stuck in a forsaken tree...
Dead leaves rustle on its rooted lawn,
Wolves grow silent on this lonesome dawn.
As He peaks like a God above us!
Heaven's eye, a sublime-forged truss,
Too the endless sea He soon shall sprawl,
Painting the world, as His darkness shawls.
Then She shimmers... Razor sharp...
Twinkling... As an angel's harp...
Categories:
dyed, dark, depression, emo, gothic,
Form:
Sonnet
A heart dyed deep in blackness, whistled
As the kettle boiling,
So shrill beyond the bedroom door
Like turbines pumping, toiling;
Screaming like a rusty hinge, caked
In need of oiling,
For in it’s gangrene seepage
Stained the sheets with angst and soiling.
A heart dyed deep in blackness, hungered
Feral jaws in essence,
Alive with worms and ravaged cells,
Of darkest incandescence;
Yawning vaults of hatred, gaped
Through vacant omnipresence,
And in a final testament
No love save acquiescence.
Categories:
dyed, death, life, love, heart,
Form:
Verse
Grandma loved the Christmas scene
She even dyed her hair bright green
And though her bones did surely ache
She somehow found the strength to bake
Her cookies, sweets and cakes of fruit
Had left them all in hot pursuit
When Grandma left one fateful day
Without a word, as one would say
Christmas would not be the same
Did they have themselves to blame?
Cleaning, baking, decorating
Took its toll, there’s no debating
Where could she have gone and why?
and leaving not a single pie!
What, no tree of glittered light!
Their poor house, oh, what a sight!
Maybe they could clean and bake
If some effort they would take
Grandma would come back to see
All her presents , ‘neath the tree
But to find her, where to look
A reindeer run down like the book?
No, a friend had seen her hair!
A bright green glow just sitting there
Grandma was in a saloon!
Holding her big baking spoon
Knocking back drinks, one by one
When they found her, on the run!
Come back Grandma, they implored
Brought her home as Grandma snored
Waking to find Christmas cheer
Lessons learned for the new year!
Categories:
dyed, appreciation, christmas, family, grandmother,
Form:
Rhyme
I dyed my hair red
now he’s dying for me
the flames leaping
no shame
no shame
he is wide-eyed
puppy-tailed
i’ll lead him by the leash
release him
release me
can you see us
on the front cover
of a trashy romance
i dyed my hair red
oh the flames
be flying
I’m swatting him away
the grays no-mattering
it’s a crying shame
we must grow old
oh the boldness
the brave
we’re not dead yet
only dyed
tied up for kindling
a novel kind of love
it burns
s h a m e l e s s l y
hot
6/29/2022
Categories:
dyed, color,
Form:
Free verse
E...Eggs dyed pretty colors in baskets
A...All nestled in pastel artificial
S...Synthetic grasses, waiting the time
T...To be hidden, then found again, yea!
E...Easter's meaning disguised ..what's needed
R...Redemption, salvation at the Cross
Categories:
dyed, faith, holiday
Form:
Free verse
the world watches Holmes
sit “dazed” in the courtroom,
with each mainstream media
monolith
churning out the sound bites
referencing his eyes & his
red hair---
the picture that goes viral is
of course the one that can
be likened most to something
out of Heath-Ledger-as-The-
Joker-101,
visually answering questions
for the people at home,
because we all know that
individuals who dye their hair
red are megalomaniacs who
will more than likely, eventually,
inevitably, order bullet proof
clothing, a gas mask & 6, 000
rounds of ammo, with the
“calculated & deliberate”
intent to walk into a movie
theater & blast everyone into
oblivion.
and when every talking head
from Oates to Obama, comments
on the massacre, we watch them
stumble over the responsibility
that this culture has to own up to
when something like this happens---
rather, they weigh it all on the
shoulders of one red haired
young person, whilst hugging
the loved ones, the family of those
whose members were killed.
subtly inactive in regards to the
actual problem at hand,
mumbling things about finding
better ways to “take every step
possible to ensure the safety of
all of our people,” all the words
that flow from mr. hope & change’s
mouth add up to no actual veering from
the status quo in the future & the mum
mum hush hush gun industry knows
this, giving the big man a nod.
instead, we look with inspiring eyes at
Obama, when he tries to gain a
collective sense of sympathy from the
crowd, when remarking that “we may
never understand what leads anybody
to terrorize their fellow human beings
like this”…
and as we shake our heads &
hug ourselves, just hoping that such
violence never affects us directly,
or harms our own families/friends in such
a manner,
we all turn a blind eye to the people
that our military has massacred throughout
the more than 200 years that our country has
existed &
we turn a blind eye to the violence enacted
upon the citizen’s here at home, who have
suffered & continue to suffer
at the hands of the police & state
officials,
whilst the paranoid & terrified hicks
out in the middle of bumble****
no man’s land,
clench their rifles & their pistols,
never having been threatened by anyone,
anywhere, for any reason at all,
thinking that the whole world is out to
get them,
swearing that they will never move a
muscle in the direction of progress.
Categories:
dyed, life, world,
Form:
Free verse
It has to be deeply personal, you said
As if the sun is not so
Nor the moon
As if the verdant lane
Fenced in by memories of you and me
And the lonely jackal on distant moor
Are enough to create human mystery
When through shimmering haze the moon is full
The web is shut, the famous mistletoe
has dripped its cool,
A weak and trifling heart will peep out silently
To whimper at the startling beauty
Singed and dyed in many splendored wool
Categories:
dyed, romance
Form:
Free verse
There’s nowt so canny and nowt so deep
As the musings of the highland sheep
They’ll talk of this and talk of that
Of what they ate and where they shat
Or ponder on life’s mysteries
Like, is the grass beneath the trees
Much finer than the one that grows
Down beside the old hedgerows
© John W Fenn 18-09-2009
Categories:
dyed, animals, funny
Form:
Light Verse
The smog induced haze bled
acid
.
. NEON
a tie-dyed
Orange
dawn
Muffling, p h a n t o m e
. foliage
backdropping the
slllllllllli
. ddddddde
. of early R
I
S
E
R
S
through the low lying
LIMELIGHT
diffusion
extrusion
confusion.
Categories:
dyed, imagination, nature
Form:
Free verse
Dyed-In-the-Wool!
Stains there in your palms, wallowing, ling'ring,
Metamorphosed into tears and so drips,
Tainting where they plunge, and you're unsullied?
19:03:12:08:52
Ancestor. Ancestral Pen. Ancestral Form. Dyed-in-the-wool
Categories:
dyed, political, power,
Form:
Beguiled risks sensitive alterations
that redesigned unknots and cutup trice
as the fresh teases through the looking glass
exposing timepiece resemblance glossed spilled.
Bemused forgives absence, mindful at hand,
tenuously gripping the rolled spent yarn
that edges fingertips loosely as threads
answer questionable finds, stitch-by-stitch.
Period accentuates the sensed thence
for the bestilled entangled narrative
plots exclamation points of those foregone
chapters ... period midst frames of escape.
Styled room for maneuvering that spirals
at a loss now hangs overhead ticking ...
mockery behold guardians of greens
that grow within disoriented poise.
Blue compliments presence expressed squarely
drafting the voiceless lucid residue
that nurtured former brush and forever
sealed a dream sweeter than a Danish roll.
Categories:
dyed, allusion, appreciation, blue, change,
Form:
Personification
a dyed flower is like a simulated gemstone
they are unnatural,
unfounded, rather orchestrated,
unnaturally pretty,
prettier than the natural
flowers and the natural gemstones
people are sometimes like this,
unnatural, unfounded, rather orchestrated,
prettier than the natural people.
They are real, just in a better way,
easier to appreciate and love
Categories:
dyed, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
—Blackout.
\ rewind \\
9pm,
my messy curls sizzled
as chemicals
flow down the drain—
raven,
to matte purple.
Each strand a minute
I forced
straight
with smoldering iron.
>> glitch
1am,
Hair unraveled
against the shuddering wall
The taste of heated whiskey
falt
er ing
from our lips
Rusty red smudged
on neon-lit chins—
He muttered, “Your hair looks better at night.”
I replied—
—Blackout,
(sigh)
\ rewind ?
Categories:
dyed, hair, hurt, lost, lust,
Form:
Other
I have been called a hippy dippy;
Transient, I travel when I can,
to me mellow flow is so groovy;
Traveling from city to city,
that flower child who lives in a van;
I have been called a hippy dippy;
My spirit’s always been a gypsy;
With a tie dyed hand sign it began,
to me mellow flow is so groovy;
Cliche’ but I’m known to hug a tree,
nature is my hallucinogen;
I have been called a hippy dippy;
On the water I drift dreamily
aboard a laid back catamaran,
to me mellow flow is so groovy;
So chill unrefined far out at sea;
Ya dig? I’m all about peace man;
I have been called a hippy dippy,
to me mellow flow is so groovy.
Categories:
dyed, emotions, feelings, nature,
Form:
Villanelle