Best Orange Poems
The amethyst paeans of hyacinth
crest with a gust of butterflies
on the scent of orange blossoms
cascading to earth like snow flakes.
Blood-red geraniums blazon Spring's birth
not with a pulsing blare,
but the soundless blush
of love's ardent swoon.
Placid jade fronds drape,
acquiescing to silent bees
emerging from blond snapdragons
as euphoria of being exudes
from the garden's breathless murmur.
monarchs waltzing on the wind,
jack-o'-lantern's fiery grin,
pumpkin spice's sweet perfume,
the orange glow of Hunter’s Moon,
falling leaves in orange cascade ~
October is an orange parade.
October 7, 2019
October 45 or Less Words Poetry Contest
Caren Krutsinger, Sponsor
My earliest recollection was being placed in a Coca Cola cooler in a Barbershop in Virginiatown Ontario. I heard the sound of the Nickle being placed in the coin slot. Then an eager little boy opened the top and peered in with twinkling blue eyes. I wondered which one of us he would choose? His tiny little hand reached towards me and guided me through a metal maze and yanked me out. He popped my top with the opener on the side of the Red machine. I wonder if that is how I got the name "Soda Pop". He held me close to his chest brought me over to his chair and placed me beside a stack of comics. I watched as he jumped up gleefully onto his chair.
He grabbed me with his two little hands and put me up to his mouth. My orange fizziness passed over his lips, onto his tongue and then down his throat. A big toothy smile and an orange coated tongue. I felt his little tummy bursting until a big burp and a giggle gave him relief. Even after my orange had been consumed he seemed to enjoy the texture of my glass as he rotated me in his hands. I remember him turning me upside down and peering at the room through my base. He liked the way I played with the light. When he was done he placed me in a paper bag with his comics to take me home.
To be continued...
An Acrostic Sonnet inspired by United Colours Yellow Poetry Contest of Silent One:
Orange, which is not such a favored hue,
Rarely decorates hills, streams or plains.
Does orange matter? Well, in road work lanes,
It paints the bright cones guiding cars on through!
Not very much else does that color do!
As a terrorist alert, it’s made gains.
Really bright, it highlights, but makes bad stains.
Yet I love Cheetos, which are orange too!
Ordinary yes, but it's the new black!
Red and yellow birthed it; that‘s quite grand.
Autumn and Halloween gives it glory days.
Not to mention also this: we can’t lack
Getting its one vitamin named C, and
Evenings are best when it sets skies ablaze!
It is the fragrant peel of Florida's fruit that comes in convenient slices.
The savory citrus that packs a punch - to my tongue it simply entices.
It is the sprightly stripe of a clown fish that says, "Look at me," unabashedly (no joke)
To read between the lines it has taught me, and in its splendor I am soaked.
It is the warmth inside a fire though his sister crimson gets all the credit.
It could be the light of your world if your vivacious heart would only let it
envelop you with its curious tone: the love of a rose - the brightness of the sun.
And though we might only think of traffic cones,
and hazard signs - for me - it is the lightness of a pun:
Orange you gonna ask me a question?
About how its wavering pathways on tropical seas
can bring the heaviest heart to ascension?
Or how its marriage of sweet strawberry and sour lemon
has brought to mind our engaging entanglement?
It isn't like the blue that's over our heads,
nor is it like the green that's beneath our feet.
Rather it is the hidden spark inside our hearts:
it isn't showy - but its beauty is discrete. Something to soothe
any gloomy day with gentle subtlety. To tell you the truth
orange is nothing dramatic
(perhaps that's why I like it)
Written March 4th, 2016
For the United Orange Contest hosted by Silent One
I met this cool dude called Jaffa
At the beginning he was so sweet to me
Sadly after a while he gave me the pip
In the end he ran out of juice and I had to squash him
Then I pulverised his flesh to a pulp
Cheers!
Contest: United Colours Orange Sponsored by Silent One
03~04~16
CELESTE
A bevy of wavelets rushes to the shore
while on peach coastline, this quietude I feel,
Under the alloy of rocks not seen before
A hidden water-world encrypts its frothed zeal.
The dolphin in tungsten leaps, and then again
With a belly raised to a marmalade sky;
And another whirl...free like a rust-toned crane
Breaths in awe, an enchantment is my reply.
To be fed by April’s torches, amber- lit
when lazy boats sail on coral of Celeste…
and coiled tides gather a fragrant melon quilt
exulting my Sunday’s pause… my hours’ fine rest.
Silent One's united Colors, Orange
Optimistic orange--uplifting, rejuvenating
3/4/2016
11 syls per line
Orange horizon
Ripens, as waves graciously
Caress, shores of life
A Burst Of Orange
By Lauren Hardman
For me,
Orange
Bright and new
Symbolizes warmth
Acceptance
And strength.
Orange blends well
With fuchsia pink.
The two colors
Match up nicely
To construct
Alluring sunsets
Along with sunrises.
Orange has
An intermediate tone
That isn’t black or white.
It allows for great contrasts
With numerous colors.
That’s a facet of orange
That I appreciate.
It’s kind of like life.
People need to be different
To be united.
The brilliant color
Makes me feel elated!
It uplifts my mood,
Molds my personality,
Puts my mind at ease.
It unfolds a creative
Sweet side of me.
That lets me be
Who I am.
I realized who I am
By doing things I love.
Singing,
Playing piano,
Drawing designs,
Examining various colors,
Crafting poems like this one.
I believe that
All colors tap into
The depths of your imagination
And provide
Great insight
Into who you are.
Let the night embrace you with honey dreams,
Where you find your beloved dressed in tangerine,
She promises love and you kiss her marmalade lips,
The trust you longed for, in her titian eyes is seen.
In the saffron valley where good things happen,
She sings to heal all your inner rustic wounds,
She offers you sip, from coral river of happiness,
And you believe her and listen to salmon sounds.
With bright orange sunshine, new day begins,
You hope someday, your orange lady you will find,
Your heart blooms like the young marigold,
Life seems beautiful, amber fears are left behind.
Any poem, you wrote this year 2016
Sponsored by: SKAT A
May 2, 2016.
Poems that are soup favourites Contest
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
United colours: ORANGE contest
March 4, 2016.
Shades of ORANGE: honey, tangerine, marmalade, titian, saffron, rustic, coral, salmon, orange, marigold, amber
OPTIMISTIC word in each sentence: embrace, beloved, love, trust, good, heal, happiness, believe, new day, hope, blooms, beautiful
No I'm not kidding , believe what I say.
Step behind the orange line and behind it you stay.
Yes, I'll scan your items from six feet away
but stay behind the orange line until its time to pay.
It's not rocket science, there's a pandemic, its real.
You may not believe it , but respect how we feel.
Stay six feet back and yes its a big deal.
We say it continuously , our mantra , our spiel.
Some of you get it and some are just dense.
Some get indignant and really take offense.
But the lines and the barriers to us just make sense.
When you get too close can't you see that we're tense.
Those lines were put there for a reason you see
and it might stay this way for one season or three.
So listen , dear customer, listen to me.
Get behind the orange line or no sale will there be.
26/04/2020
Orange is my utmost best color, my best friend, my girl.
She laughs from the rooftop, and she makes me mouth curl.
She glitters and she shines, her happy feelings for me.
Today I may take out my paints and paint an orange tree.
Most of my women cartoon paintings are ginger heads.
They come into my mind before I get out of bed.
I look around the bedroom and I laugh and I sing.
My many red-haired paintings, it makes my mind truly zing.
I have a paisley orange shirt and an orange evening gown.
Some people want my autograph, and mob me in town.
I do not dare wear either of them on my shiniest day.
I would be so manic, the mental police would cart me away.
Shroud of Dusk
The golden sun fades away
As fierce orange carves its way,
Soon purple light starts to bloom
For violets to make room,
Trees are now ghosts of the grey
As shroud of dusk spreads its sway
Heralding end of the day.
on the day we met
he brought me orange roses
their vibrant colour
matching the fire in his eyes
I caress the soft petals
in the center of
my love's well tended garden
orange roses bloom
through tears I pick a bouquet
to brighten his lonely grave
orange on a tree
sweetly tempts a honey bee. . . .
he leaves her hanging