Best Monochrome Poems
I'm phasing in a recurring monochrome dream,
velvet whispers lead me to a sonorous stream,
translucent visions fall as vibrating showers,
retracing footsteps on trampled golden flowers.
Fragrant lullabies guide me on bronze ferns,
a flamboyant willow guards the deserted turns.
On a dilapidated porch I pick dry hazel leaves,
under pungent moss, the tattered garden grieves.
A wavy shadow moves behind heavy sepia curtain,
why I stand in an unknown place, I feel uncertain.
I ascend the staircase of my fears to a bolted door,
a withered rosette of memories remains on the floor,
beyond the entrance are mementos of a family in past,
a photograph fading those faces but smiles would last.
A crystal chandelier sings of days lost in aged time,
strange that I find familiarity in the echoing chime.
My pictures on the impervious roof in white appear,
bewildered I run to the frozen window dripping fear.
Oh this mind is a decaying house I visit in reprise,
only to chase shapes of love from tears in my eyes.
July 16, 2020
Decaying House Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
~Winner: 1st Place
From the allure of coloured art
We step aside and then depart
In search of ways by which to sate
The urge to please, communicate;
Monochromatic visual fare
Sharpness defined, intent to share
With composition in full view
Amid the shadows that imbue
Ideal traits of dark and light
Contrasting shades of black and white.
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Contest: Black & White Photography
Sponsor: Giorgio A.V.
Placed: 2nd
©5th March 2015
Published in:
PS: It’s Still Poetry Volume II ~ (1 Jan. 2022)
ISBN-13:? 979-8793344418
MONOCHROME SONATA
Black
To white
Transition
Soft tones of grey
Compose sublime monochrome sonata
Image 2
22 September 2019
I cherish old photos in monochrome
They seem more poignant and focused
Had they been in colour they would be lost
In dazzling cobalt skies and lapis lazuli waters
Turning my world into monochrome
I often wish I had a switch in my brain
Stopping all these colourful distractions
To focus and absorb to cherish life
Like a top spinning my inner self to dizzying motion
Readying my heart to absorb and cherish
the colours of what I see with my eyes mind and soul
Slowly seeping over and into my monochrome
mirages
1.04.2021
Contest: Cherish
Sponsor: Constance La France (Second Place)
Behind frosted glass
Visions of a silver moon
Traces of nitrate
18/06/2017.
For healing rain and fresh bloom,
I do thank you.
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Entry for Poet Destroyer's "Monochrome Photograph" contest
5/13/16
Silence and noise
Daybreak and twilight
Monochrome girl
In black and white.
Each day living
In a world with no
Colour or life
Or glimmer or glow.
Both colours
Meaningless as the other
White a nuisance
Black a mere bother.
Soles thudding on ground
Running away
From the fears that haunted
Her both night and day.
A gasp of pain
Sharp shoots of dread
Monochrome girl
Now splattered with red.
Blindly I wander, incapable of feeling anything but
numb.
Unable to see anything but the desolate space in my cone-shaped view.
It's been some time since I took a breath,
let a crude wisp of color seep in my lungs.
In one moment past, I inhaled long and full.
I viewed the prismatic color that existed just beyond physical touch.
I infused my breath with the shades and the shapes,
a syrupy stained-glass.
If only for a moment,
If only for a moment.
the leather train
the house without doors
both inside of the brain
one is and one roars
there's a whale
breathing slowly
on the slope of an anthill
the chorus said
that the lords are dead
and sand is made in a land mill
the midnight flight
was interrupted
by monochrome chameleons
and after that
enough said
we're through silly aeons
a craven suitcase
a chessboard cab
and drums from thirteenth floor
make me riven
make me sad
and now I have to go
pardon me
.
It's a joyful riot of deep emerald satin,
this morning's monochrome
of green.
It taints and paints the vast grasslands
that undulate like slowly
swelling waves,
chasing one another across shimmering
shorelines that kiss the
distant horizons.
.
I watch the rain---
As the pitter-patter
Merges with the cacophony
Of everyday life,
And wonder..
Does the rain fall,
Or do we rise to meet it?
As fragmented skies weep
My night of gray
Monochrome memories
And cobblestone
Dreams silently await
The break of day
when suddenly I hear
The telephone!
Written by Emile Aug. 19th , 2015 for “VISUAL OF A VERSO - Poetry Contest”
And I guess you could have called it,
a Larry Burrows kind of day, with its
grey-white, soft light, grainy Tri-X sky
while the V.C. and the grunts, continued
hard at play; and some were dead in
black and white, others wounded in a
screaming mid-tone way; but you couldn’t
see the blood, no, it always printed black;
but bones, bones were always white, you had to
burn them in; in a grey scale kind of way; and the
zoned exposure, Ansel Adams mountains often
slipped the day; ( in a sort of yellow-filtered way )
while my Leica and my Nikons,I quietly stowed away.
Monochrome girl
With the black and white soul,
A neutral expression,
And eyes of coal.
She strikes you down
With her emotionless gaze,
And the mundane words
She colorlessly says.
But don’t think for a second
That she is free of pain,
For deep within her
Is an eternal rain.
She’d rather die
Than let you see her fall.
She carries the burden
Of feeling nothing at all.
Aged glacier, gentle ice,
forever you remain.
While our torrent sacrifices
memory for fame,
forever for a name.
Lofty mountain, overseer,
you never condescend.
We beat a track on broken back,
and fail to comprehend,
means justify an end.
Immortal ocean, secret deep,
Such treasure must you hold.
But footprints found along your shores,
speak of futures sold,
of pockets lined with gold.
Open sky, you beckon freely,
offering your home.
We seize your canopy of stars,
and take it for our own,
make it monochrome.