Best Hue Poems
The wonder of your smile is always there,
just like you gave me on that special day,
when first I saw you on my front porch stair-
your smile imprinted in my heart to stay.
Just as in spring and summer long ago,
and then in later years, your smile assured
my joy of knowing our love stayed aglow-
and now, past autumn years, have still endured.
The sparkle of your smile from first-love throes,
and blissful wedding day we said 'I do',
still lingers in my heart, although now shows
a special glaze from winter’s weathered hue.
The wonder of your smile- those early years,
that glowed with brilliance like untarnished gold-
became my treasured prize and now appears
with warm patina-sheen as we grow old.
Though years have flown and age has had its way-
your antique smile now etched with lines anew,
and lustered with the wear of each new day
brings priceless meaning to my love for you.
As the cycles of night and day renew,
a rising sun inks ebony skies blue.
And making crystal drops of morning dew
sparkle like diamonds, Dawn's first light breaks through.
While the horizon bleeds a blood-red hue,
the twinkling stars disappear right on cue.
And an owl breaks the silence with a "whoo,"
as shifting silhouettes slip into view.
And a rooster crows cock-a-doodle-doo,
announcing Sol's spectacular debut.
Sleeping songbirds wake to bid Night adieu;
basking in sunlight, as they're known to do.
Colored clouds absorb tints like a tissue,
held aloft with an invisible glue.
Nature's artwork, no artist can outdo,
for inspiration, it's Her they turn to.
Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer
helped Santa out one year.
To keep his nose lit steady,
he used an Everready!
14~12~2014
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Contest Name: A Christmas Character Clerihew
Colors dance on the canvass of my life
In an intricate interplay of hues
Intensifying and weakening at different stages
Fluid colors in constant motion
As I age, different colors take precedence
While others slowly recede
Still present, yet less visible
Some colors are all time favorites
Ever strong, ever making their presence seen
The color of Beauty forever captivates me
I immerse myself in this hue
Letting its brilliance ravish my thoughts
Beautifying my life in every way
Truth is another color that graces this canvas
For without it, I cannot live
I need to see broad strokes of this hue
For it revives my heart
The brilliance of the color of Compassion
Pulsating with emotions of oneness...
With the world, with all that inhabits it
It ever moves me to reach, to feel, to belong
Hope, the color of dreams
For my dreams are saturated
In this vivid color
That makes the canvass spring to life
Hope, for a masterpiece to be
Passion, the most prominent color
Seen splashed everywhere on my canvass
The color deepening, ever deepening
Dark and rich, drawing the observing eye
To the wet colors that never dry
Always freshly painted
Bold, brash, audacious, alluring
Pronounced color overpowering every other shade
Passion, shows off her true self
Confident that she is the artist's most loved color
And then there is the color of Love
Capricious
Flitting
Transient
Erratic
Inconstant
Gracing the canvass now and then
Lightly splaying itself across the painting
Bright splashes of rich Gold
I try to focus my eyes on this hue
Wanting it to be evident
In every single image
In every single stroke
A tinge of gold
And yet I know
I know
The color of gold
Is “the hardest hue to hold”
I know this to be true
For my eyes brimming with tears have seen
The “dawn...[of love go]...down to day.”
On this canvass of my life
This truth is clearly displayed....
“Nothing gold can stay.”
Eileen Manassian Ghali
A variation on the poem by Robert Frost, Nothing Gold can Stay
Without Hue
WHITE
a sign in all caps meaning
forbidden
first class
clean and more importantly correct.
Bedsheets and tablecloths
flowing in the night
with madness most great
slowly blanketing the world’s peoples
in a snow of blond descent
while faces of the past that tainted African blood
stare back from the 21st century reflection
ever reminding that BROWN is a composite color.
BLACK
blindness that walks into a brick wall
songs of agony as tears stream down sweat laden faces
tempered by sun and strain
midnight with bleakness unimaginable.
Red and green Seventies' fists held pridefully
in defiant propriety as a word
became transformed from scorn to unity.
Ebony oneness that sounded better than
*****,
dying quietly into African-American.
BLACK is having no color, without hue.
WHITE is having no color, without hue.
Doesn’t that sound the same to you?
1/21/18
What is White?
Sponsored by: Debbie Guzzi
5th place
silence falls, flurries
damp whispers, sighs descending ~
breath embracing grace
A NEW HIKU FOOTLE TANKA Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
November 12, 2022
If I ever found myself in a room full of people I've loved
You'd be there twice
Because in every person I've loved after you
I've tried to find a piece of you
If you mix together all the colors in the world you get black
And if I mix everyone I've loved, I get a mosaic of you.
The wind rushes through the valley
whispering your name.
Autumn trees begin to release their leaves
reluctantly, trying to hold on to summer.
I see your reflection in droplets of rain,
I share your joys, and feel your pain, yet
you have moved on without a thought of
what we once shared that summer so long ago.
As the crisp air and rain touches my face
all those memories tend to cascade. . .
flooding my mind and nearly drowning me.
Blue is my mood and my chosen hue that
lays to rest happier times in the summer sun,
in the clear cool lake, under the trees in your arms.
I, now in my autumn years, and feeling so much
like those lovely trees, reluctantly let go.
© August 24, 2013
Fill my craving with your zesty rind
In the mist of my longing, come splashing
Ingest my inn with your piquant smiles
Will you rain like dew for my pipe is parched?
Drizzle my windows with decorative light and
Melt your pot in that multihued bend
Be my condiment in this insipid snack
But preserve your liquiscent state
No! Not in the canister
Who says this dye belongs to Freud?
After you entice my eyes and tongue.
Then citrus filled my air now back to stanza one.
Orange
For Nette Onclaud’s Color My Word
Adjudged 3rd Place
Glenn L. Sentes
If I could paint a memory
It would have all the colors of you
warm splashes of sweet tenderness
and a moon surrounded in a purple hue
If I could paint loneliness
I would color it blue and gray
Just the way I miss you
On every cloudy rainy day
If I could paint sadness
It would be full of tears and doubt
Roses so red with thorns
That pierce the heart inside out
If I could paint my feelings for you
I would see it as a kaleidoscope
of rainbows beaming a golden view
across the sky to say "I love you"
white snow crab must wade
in oily, thick, blackened tides...
dressed in widow's garbs
7/7/19
haiku-hue Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
I've tried the moon titled in air
Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster
As you might try a jewel in your hair
She sat quietly deaf to the river
Shadows line along the old rocking chair
Rippling chords and running deep
Hidden in the darkness and shiver
Fiddling crickets with a thunderous clatter
I push forward these bones of stone
Amongst a small opening and unfold toward home
*****
I've tried the moon titled in air
Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster
As you might try a jewel in your hair.
(Robert Frost)
For the Homage contest
I stood atop a mountain, long ago,
My breath gone, from the blushing sunset skies,
So sad, I'd ne'er again behold that glow ...
Yet, I've found it once again ... deep in your eyes.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Romantic Charm In Four Lines" Poetry Contest, Silent One, Sponsor.
Painting past midnight
Colors bleed on the paper
Capturing people
Giving each one breath and life
Touching a heart with love’s hue
©2014 by Regina Riddle
Today the clouds have a purple hue,
Not like yesterday when they were blue.
Does the purple hue bring gloom and doom,
Or does it imbue a hint of pink in view?
The clouds have flattened,
And lost their cumulus shape.
Now exhibiting a lenticular view,
Still exposing the purple hue.
It appears something could be hidden,
Inside the disc-shaped cloud.
Could it be something from afar,
Just visiting to see how we are?