Best Palettes Poems
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red dawn tickles flirting dragonflies
on palettes kissing wind’s delight
clusters of boughs glint on trees
cuddling nectar on arms,
sun whispers love
a twirling feast
all creation
sipping
dew!
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*Inspiration from the best dawn scenes
in the world: Santa Monica - CA,
The Rocks- Australia, Waikiki Beach-Hawaii,
Boracay Isle-Philippines
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Contest: Linda- Marie’s Poetic Art
By nette onclaud
A blank crisp canvas before the summer’s sky
As the rainbow of palettes begin to start their cry
With Aquamarine, a reflection of the ocean blue
Followed by Cerulean, the deepest of the two
Here comes Chartreuse, the friendly yellow green
And captivating Coral, the pinkish beauty Queen
Lovely Lavender who would love to steal the show
Accompanied by Saffron, her warm and lively beau
Now the sky displays an array of a soft yellow Lemon
Then blushes away with the color of sweet Watermelon
For Lilac barges in to spoil the lavender dazzling dream
Laughing at it all, the talented color of tender Tangerine.
Thus now the sky settles within a magical misty hue
Only to start the morrow in the poetic palettes pew.
July.31.2017
SEASONAL COLOR
Sponsored by: Dale Gregory Cozart
Your poem must include each of the following colors:
aquamarine
cerulean
chartreuse
coral
lavender
lemon
lilac
saffron
tangerine
watermelon
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For the contest; Natures Bounty
Sponsored by John Freeman
Cats are containers of
colorful personality.
A blue cat sits alone
looking at the floor before him.
His mind blank as,
a new sketchbook;
waiting for the artist within to,
paint him into a clown.
Red cats rage against life’s storms
and invaders in their yard.
Birds, squirrels and mice fear
the wrath of a red cat;
sharp teeth and claws are swift when,
propelled by a red paw.
Yellow cats have a tendency
to leave surprise gastric gifts
on your carpet, as much as possible;
always apologizing with their pale,
jaundiced eyes.
The green cat personality is rare.
You’ll find them holding it all in
until they get to that litter box.
Green behavior warrants a private box,
along with a nice treat.
Green cats, can’t stand a stench
and will scratch litter for hours
to slay a screaming smell.
The purple cats
see every opportunity for affection
and milk it.
Love emanates from their bones
and cuddling is what they do best.
When purple cats offer a hug,
you cannot resist.
Beware the polka-dotted cat!
A love bite will quickly become
piercing claws;
shredding an arm in seconds.
Pink cats are Coveted cats.
Children love pink cats
and carry them everywhere.
Their serene and constant purring
sings you to sleep, ever so gently.
A pink cats love is never-ending.
The rainbow personality,
is the comedian of all cats.
Light to dark and red to yellow;
the court jester of the species.
these side-splitting, laugh factories,
will never allow you to be bored.
Keep a camera handy;
rainbow cats are usually,
fabulous video celebrities
Touch the soaring leaves of autumnal gold,
What canvas can capture such grains untold?
As the King Midas touch runs through their veins,
A November palette fusion now reigns
See the Old Oak standing erect and tall?
Its broad leaves a cascading waterfall,
Season impressionists blend the hues,
That overthrows the deciduous blues
Smell the rustic damp of the fallen leaves,
As the Willow wipes tears without her sleeves,
Drooping with envy at the evergreens,
Who mock her without her tender lush greens
Hear November lull for the next season,
To December, silver sage of reason,
Who will wrap around her chilled crocheted shawls,
Preparing the palettes before Spring calls
01/12/22
Quatrain poetry contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Upon the world's palettes no artist will mix
The vibrant hues of our rainbow, as only my heart can do,
No one will paint you in the prismatic colors of pure love,
Nor write odes of passion with ink of late nights, moon-inspired.
Like me, no one will carve out of time a shimmering mountain,
Where each facet reflects an era traversed by our love,
And no one with the string of celestial voices will sing the song of your sapphire gaze,
Nor portray in notes the music of your eyes mirroring the starry ocean of my soul.
You are a dream, etherically dressed in the moon's silk veils,
And I, stand mute with adoration before the piece of art, shaped by divine hands,
I ask you, do you feel how boundlessly I carry you in my vast love,
Which would, without hesitation, surrender and offer for you the entire glistening of this cosmos?
No one else would keep the starry sky in their heart only for you,
Nor could they yearn for your dawns like the sun yearns for the morning light,
Nor could they plant within you the sweet caresses of the summer breeze,
Watching them grow and blossom into playful whispers, garlands of fondness.
Only in my eternal guidance will you find meaning in the stormy night,
Alone I will offer you the refuge, the light of the lighthouse breaking through the darkness,
And in my arms, you will find moments of ecstasy, flares of emotion,
A carnival of colors, the revelry of muted fireworks against the firmament, our love.