Best Orange Yellow Poems
COLORS for MOTHER,
Looking towards the blue sky
Every color camouflaged around the cloud
Tears of sadness began to dry
Watching all the colors display out loud
The dark needing to fade
The grey in my life finally made sense
Colors overlapping, forming a beautiful cascade
Shoulders of tense
I imagined your smile against the yellow sun
Giving light to all the matter of the things I've done
A warmness in my red heart-- together in the long run
Creating a new purple and pink sensation-- as one
My new rainbow doesn't come in black and white
Giving reason to follow the joy of light
A gift of colors remind me everything will be all right
A guide blazing throughout the night
Lavender plant blooming for the world to see
A garden of every color just for me
Everyday I see the sunrise, rising up in colors of glee
My Rainbow will appear everyday without rain, no matter how deep the sea
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet, the perfect skin tan
My sweet angel your the largest spectrum where ever rainbows span
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by;PD
I wrote this poem for my mom.
Rhyme
Crazy wind whispers
Into the ears of ‘champa’
A light scented Indian flower
Trees are full of them now
Your love in each and every bough
The breeze is cool
Because it is spring
Because it is south wind
Because everywhere is hue
Because it is warm with you
Blue hills and green plains
My room at sixes and sevens
Red bellied wood peckers drumming
Rhythm in feet nimble
Your twinkling eyes with dimple
Our roads are tremendously red
Ashok Palash and Gulmohar
They call it flame-of-the-forest
Love in red supreme
With you in extravagant dream
Books in eloquently colorful blurb
Beauty steps in every curve
Invitation in every nerve
The spring below and spring above
Your healing love
Goes away alas the days
Of dance in soul in warm sun rays
Goes away your ocean gaze
Life in a twilight haze
Your beautiful craze
Ah if I could have turned the clock
Holding your hand in a Gulmohar walk
Only our hands and feet would talk
Around the clock arm in arm
In your beauty and charm
Alas that is not to be a thing
Our time is as short as the spring
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March 18, 2016
Butea Monosperma or Palash is a species of Butea native to tropical and sub-tropical parts of India and Asia.
Saraca asoca ( the ashoka tree, literally ‘sorrowless’), belongs to the Caesalpinioideae subfamily of legume family, of Indian sub continent.
Gulmohar or Delonix Regia, grown in many tropical parts of the world, called FLAMBOYANT in English, is a striking sight for its vivid red/vermilion/orange/yellow flowers and bright green foliage...Wikipedia
Birds of paradise bloom and fall like a shooting star,
Red ones are juxtaposing lips when wrens are kissing;
Brilliantly gliding from huge foliage seen from afar.
They marvelously stand and hung on where they are,
In kaleidoscope of colors, they’re all glistening;
Birds of paradise bloom and fall like a shooting star.
Their lasting freshness is a blessing from the altar
In orange, yellow, red and purple- they’re all amazing;
Brilliantly gliding from huge foliage seen from afar.
Their dazzling beauty is the sweetest song that soothes my scar
In its various colors, red with yellow is the best hymn I’ll sing
Birds of paradise bloom and fall like a shooting star.
Ambling along an avenue of those flowers quite so far
As if leading into the vista of paradise –the most wonderful feeling
Brilliantly gliding from huge foliage seen from afar.
Bestowing its enchantment to someone may ward off war
Red gears for a blazing love , yellow for unwavering spirit of sharing
Birds of paradise bloom and fall like a shooting star
Brilliantly gliding from huge foliage seen from afar.
June 30, 2013 10.40pm
©2013by Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Fourth Place
Contest: Good Poems
Judged: 8/8/2013
Sponsor: Great Poet, Nathan A
October, when the leaves intensify -
colored explosions: orange, yellow, red,
breezes to temper summer's heat draw nigh.
There's one last month of days with lightened sky
before our Daylight Saving goes to bed;
October, when the leaves intensify.
A campsite will my kinfolk occupy,
by hot bonfire we'll sing and break the bread,
breezes to temper summer's heat draw nigh.
So many sports events to satisfy
this fan: World Series appetites are fed,
October, when the leaves intensify.
The crisp night air, hot chocolate, pumpkin pie,
warm sweaters, gloves, and scarves become widespread,
Breezes to temper summer's heat draw nigh.
Sweet treats for trick-or-treaters who stop by,
the pirates, princesses, and walking dead.
October, when the leaves intensify;
Breezes to temper summer's heat draw nigh.
Written 12 July 2020
Hurry, hurry we are burning daylight,
The flowers are wilting;
Mother was planting a cottage garden,
And we needed the right perennials;
Flowers durable, enduring, perpetual,
Oh sweet dreams of flowers;
This was a journey I shared with mother,
Daylight pours into this memory;
That I recall vividly.
Fragrant burning daylight day lilies,
Flowing emerald leaves;
Intense beautiful orange-yellow colors,
Trumpet shaped delicate soft blooms;
We set them in a sheltered location,
So attractive in the shade;
They also thrive in fields growing wild,
After mother died I took some;
Placing them at her tomb.
Darkness turns to daylight as I recall,
Mother's cottage garden;
Some tell me that I must let it go,
That all the time I spend grieving;
The less time I spend living my life,
But how dear to me the memory;
Of me and mother in her garden,
Planting burning daylight day lilies;
With petals that sleep.
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April 14, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Burning Daylight Day Lily
Copyright Protected, ID 04-666-612-14
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
For the contest, Burning Daylight,
sponsor, John Lawless, Judged 2015
Second Place
In snowflakes’ sunlit souls - an amber chest,
orange, yellow, blushing red impassion
resplendent ember hues of stained-glass zest,
vivid vibes enliven snow from ashen.
Inspired bliss of shining kiss on pale snow,
with delicate caresses Sol imbued
highlights to saturate the talc aglow
romancing frosted facets’ fiery mood.
Warm spectrum seeps across the crystal white
as sleepy sunbeams stir the embers’ heart,
igniting jewel tones before twilight
frost bitten festival of arctic art.
Illuminated thrills in chills impress
in ruby rapture sunset's snow does dress.
Susan Ashley
December 31,2017
~ Eighth Place ~
Premiere Contest: Embers and Snowflakes
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Autumn aromas.
Apple crisp,
pumpkin spice,
cinnamon cider,
Watch out, a spider!
Crisp air and cozy coming.
Chestnuts roasting,
marshmallow toasting,
turkey roasting, host boasting.
Oak branches cover their little brown spinning beginnings.
Solid trees regal and strong,
two of them hold an owl’s song,
outdoors: orange, yellow, brown,
fluttering
down.
Raking.
Reading,
reflecting,
red delicious eating.
Nippy nature walks.
Napping.
November moon, are you ready?
Winter soon.
Scratchy scarecrows sneak through spooky corn mazes.
Scenic foliage,
campfire blazes.
One day a rainbow, painted itself upon a still damp sky. It’s palette of pastel soft orange, yellow, pink, lavender and blue, slowly blended by its own brush; a magical work of art, exhibited in a heavenly museum.
whirling rose petals
as they move to dream music
sunflower acclaim
dips in dahlias
orange yellow cream and red
spins past snapdragons
four o'clock fragrance
and flourishes near fuchsias
forget-me-not fame
Hillsides are aflame with orange, yellow, and red
Mother Nature has painted an exquisite landscape
During this cool season, I most resoundingly dread
Hillsides are aflame with orange, yellow, and red,
The neighbors are going to see the colors, they said.
They are getting away for their autumn escape,
Hillsides are aflame with orange, yellow, and red
Mother Nature has painted an exquisite landscape.
Written October 19, 2022
#61 on Best New Poems List
Poetry Soup
December 6, 2022
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Launch Control: It's a go
He's in love
going where
he's never gone before
with the woman
a light brown goddess
that hurtles him into outer space...
Mission Control: You're go for launch
Launch Control: Roger
all rockets fire
like lava from a volcano
red orange, yellow flames
I am in zero gravity
as her lips touch mine
I am weightless...
I pass the sun
asking it about the Big Bang
the sun replied
it's great to become...
I wave to Orion
as he faces the charging Taurus
giving them a wink
through my small portal...
I have always dreamed
of exploring the Milky Way
and to see the stars
the way she launches me
from ground zero...
I can't wait
until tomorrow night
to once again
put on my space suit
and board her shuttle
this lady I've dreamed of....
Countdown
to another lift off!
Trees ablaze in glory before they shed
Their coat of autumn colours that ignite
Nature’s palette of orange, yellow, red
A harvest to reap what is sown and spread
Bountiful crop of ripe fruit to delight
Trees ablaze in glory before they shed
Acorns, chestnuts, berries, fall where you tread
Leaves of threaded colour drop from a height
Nature’s palette of orange, yellow, red
Migrating birds called farewell as they fled
A shorter day becomes a longer night
Trees ablaze in glory before they shed
Sweet smell of cinnamon and gingerbread
Amber bonfires light up a crisp, dark night
Nature’s palette of orange, yellow, red
Autumn falls with all her splendour to spread
Last burst of colour before winters blight
Trees ablaze in glory before they shed
Nature’s palette of orange, yellow, red
Dance Of The Night Sky
Full luminescent Moon
Wears a rainbow crown
Of red, orange, yellow, green, and blue
Reflecting the dancing stars of wonder
In the middle of an ocean gown
Of panes gray
As the fast moving,
Bending white fluffy clouds drown
Pass by veiling it for moments
Breaking down to spellbind
Bright puffs of clouds
Conforming to different shapes
That drape the night sky
© 4/3/2015
Contest Name: Your Favourite Old Poem #3
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
as the morning rose
charcoal feathery clouds
blended with the ebony backdrop
of night
the yellow shimmer
of the falcate moon
offered little light
the air was thick
with smokey white trails
that lifted from damp lawns
my mind drifted
like tires on asphalt
trying to remain grounded
on the roadway
another gray Monday
setting my mood
this last day of September
memories bled
less red than the edges
of these clouds
as the sun began her rise
my thoughts shifted
much like this day
life towards death
then back again
the pink splashes
in sun's wake
reminded me of you
and your wake
the air chilled me
like a kiss from cold lips
as they part from life
yet memories warmed me
like the touch of sun
as it beat down
from skies that now
match the blue of my own eyes
the clouds have all faded
much like life did
from eyes that closed
that final time
though the trees
are changing like the times
i see through the green
the orange, yellow, red
peeking through the edges
awaiting to take flight in the wind
and spiral down
grounded in death
the air is thick this morning
as i choke on tears held back
in remembering September again
Red orange yellow
Bright setting sun's display
Rainbow cloud today