Best Holi Poems

The trees smile for its been a while
To see the sprinkle of colours
Bewildering shades in blues and reds
Celebrate the coming of Holi

The canvas of earth with tints of mirth
And happiness, peace and delight
Splashes of vibrant flashy hues
Spring colours abound in flowers

A full moon and people...

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Let us play holi holi.....
With the color of saffron,
to inject stimulant 
into the vein of every Indian,
to raise voice against monopoly,
to trigger rifle against terrorists,
to fight against corruption
and to pen against 
Mudslinging, violence and sedition.
After all,
Forgetting everything....
We should focus our approach
for the integrity of our...

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HAPPY  HOLI  &  HAPPY EASTER  TO ALL MY FRIENDS ON POETRY SOUP

Why the colors of Holi
.
Whenever spring comes
It brings the feelings of a joyous season 
When the birds 
Began to sing
And the new leafs and buds
Starts  their dancing and singing
On...

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Wash all worries in clear water.
  Forget all that teases.
  Leave all loads of life.
  Mix all colors to make one.
  Color even those you don’t know.
  Scream loudly, out of joy.
  Throw color and water.
  Shout, enjoy...

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How I wish I was there.
On that sacred festival ground.
Laughing beneath the clouds of
Indigo, saffron,white and green.

Holy pilgrims in magestic places.
Often smiles upon their faces.
Long to return to be covered in
Indigo, saffron, white and green.



Inspired by and especially for Manmath Dalei.
04/04/2016...

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Holi, a hearty enthusiastic festival in horizon
Colours curdling, water washing every moron;
Out of us evil ever going and playing on
Land of character cherished by coloured lawn.
What a scene to see! Gracious glory gone
If you miss this mesmerizing festival upon
A folly. Foolish will be called such...

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Rejuvenation,
A Festival of colors-
Flowers and laughter!

Holi is an ancient festival of India,
heralding the Vasanta-ritu, the commencement
of the Spring season, a festival of merrymaking.

"Traditional Haiku, Spring" contest by Debbie Guzzi...

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Poetic musings in the post holi-daze


Living downstairs from the centipede
one dreads the hours of waiting
for the “other” shoe to drop.


the bottom half of the moon smiled
grinning through the haze of dawn
soft glow casting soft shadows
across the glistening hoarfrost 


sitting outside the homes
they once filled with...

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Spring field
Fun filled

Green teen
Play clean

Forties
Sorties

Sink Pink
Drink, wink

Spread Red
Hot bed

Love Fete
Soul-mate

01.03.16




Holika, commonly called Holi is a spring festival celebrated in India and neighbouring countries, at the approach of the spring season, during the 3 or 4 days preceding the full moon day in the month of...

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Paint me,o Sun,with your 
crimson hue
& make me robust just like 
you;
O skies,pour some blue in me
& give me a little of your 
infinity;
O pretty & colourful butterfly-
The king of colours,delight 
for the eye;
Drop in me your cheerful stuff
& fill my life with joy enough;
O...

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HOLI

How can I color you
Color you with the hatred 
Hatred that humanity holds 

How can I color you 
Color you with the sorrow
Sorrow that the world is bestowed with

How can I color you
Color you with the pollution
Pollution that our earth sinks in today

How can I...

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Quote: ““May your Holi be as colorful as a rainbow and as joyful as a child’s laughter.”—unknown

Underneath the vibrant sky,
As colors dance and spirits fly,
I sing a song of love to you,
My heart, forever painted true.

In the embrace of Holi's delight,
I'm captivated by your radiant...

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Hues I see at start of spring, 
Vibrant fresh blooms much joy bring;
With tints of love comes Holi, 
To smear hues at each other with glee. 

Date: 03/03/2022
For Andrea Dietrich's MARCH IN Poetry Contest
Using LIND30 form...

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I am almost too excited to sleep
Today Holi started
The Festival of spring, the end of winter
Celebrating the divine love of Radha Krishna
Triumph of good over evil

We will have a bonfire tonight
Where we will pray that our internal evil is destroyed
Like Holika the sister of the...

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The colour has no caste no religion
Just fetterless as a crowned pigeon,
The sun never marks any division
What's red, green, black or saffron.

All the colour is a single entity,
Like the author's artistic creativity;
And upon the asleep city
The moon mirrors itself - the beauty.

The colour is a...

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