Best Pallette Poems
The world is one big Pallette
full of mixed colours
mixed races,mixed cultures.
The world is full of different ideas
full of The Humble and The Intelligent,
How Beautiful in its own diversity is the world.
White is too pale
Black is too dark
mixed together,they re so sottile.
Rich is too selfish
Poor is too weak,
lets make this Planet
a Wise Men"s street,
where rich and poor together
make ends meet.
BUDDHISTS are so SPIRITUAL
MUSLIMS so RIGHT ,so JUST.
PROTESTANTS,CATHOLICS so LOVING,
together they shape the Best Rainbow,
the best of our motherland outcoming
How wonderful is our Planet!
we are in it but sometimes we don"t know IT.
Protestants,Catholics,Buddhists,Muslims
Black,White people ,mixed races,
all Human Beings Embraces
she"s Catholic ,he"s Muslim
they love one another
their child was born
so JUST !like the father
so LOVING! like the mother.
He"s rich,she"s poor
together they married
and they have it all
a child wise,intelligent as the father
kind ,humble as the mother
whatever your colour,your status,believes
you are most needed to continue are Family Trees.
The world is ONE BIG PALLETTE,full of colours
all important and unique
WHAT A LOVELY COLOURFUL WORLD-charma
Categories:
pallette, loveworld, child,
Form:
Light Verse
On better days, On better nights
before wide blue yonder
turned into a black widow spider
Have we met , Have we painted a blank canvas
Have We shared the same pallette
Have We danced to the tango vals of words
through soft tangerine haze
that hoovered gently , slowly
Outside my windowpane.
I could swear you were here.
Like an unsettled moon I blushed at your sight
Stars glistened just because I watched you smile.
Pastel Fresia washed my empty sheets
with fragrance Sweet and mild
I nestled in your arms like an embarrassed child.
But ... But then I turned my face away
I closed my eyes to sleep
I drifted with the wind that billowed far from dreams.
Reality hit hard . A stranger was and still to be
Naked of identity, sinking in your silence
Suspense and mystery.
Struggling in a prison too scared to be set free.
Too weak to show emotion
too strong to heal and feel.
On better days, On better nights
before wide blue yonder
turned into a black widow spider
Have We met , Have We provoked the spaces
Have We walked hand in hand
Did We create moments so hard to forget
Or do We live the memory that whispers
No regrets ! ! !
Inspired by an oldie song 'Feelings '
Categories:
pallette, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
A peacock presents its colors to see
Dazzling patterns, beautiful views,
As pink cherry blossoms adorn the tree,
Brushstrokes of nature offer colorful hues
Birds sweetly sing to color the dawn
As sunlight glistens in pearls of dew,
Lilacs and lilies such beauty they spawn
As the sky takes on a golden hue
The pallette of nature is constantly changing
Reds and golds of autumn, and spring dressed in green,
From season to season they keep rearranging
As the brushstrokes of nature color the scene
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Categories:
pallette, color, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
The flight had been long
as the jet soared through night.
My neighbors were lifelessly still,
weary for sleep, the night would fulfill,
and morning would graciously greet.
High up in space, I silently watch
as the sky passes from the deep.
Moving at its pace, much lighter still,
the sun, birthing change at will.
I must await, new dawning is nigh.
Daybreak speaks in a soft faint glow,
appearing shyly on the far horizon.
But in a blink of the eye,
God painted the sky,
with tones found in welcomed aurora.
Sweet blush of spring, orchids in bloom,
purple mystery in dawn’s warm glow,
rainbow tints on a panoramic screen
vividly show this God-given scene,
molded in joy and heavenly peace.
I placed my hand on the window pane,
watching white billowy clouds afloat.
God gave us his all and gave us his best.
On this soft tenderness, I could rest
if my hand could but touch.
Far above where angelic clouds surround,
the plane adrift or afloat,
clinging both far beyond and below
in this ocean of fresh fallen snow,
welcoming us into the light.
Such a spectacular sight to behold!
Sun-lit clouds dressed in white,
the scene so enameled with grace,
seemed to foretell that heavenly place,
where he awaits with pallette in hand.
I stayed three weeks and traveled far,
saw beautiful views and noted places,
but none can compare to that morning’s
glory in dawning.
Thank you God for all creation!
Categories:
pallette, inspirational
Form:
Free verse
not with a broad brush
thick strokes stoked with opinion
hate plied with a knife
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Categories:
pallette, art, hate,
Form:
Senryu
Oasis at noon
What a wonderous quiet place it is
the heart of a palm oasis
skirted trees stand guard about
keeping dusty heat without
holding shaded cool within
a small breeze sneaks past a frond
dancing in ripples across the pond
am I intruder, am I part
I wander and wonder in my heart.
as I penetrate deeper in.
Oasis at sunset
Guardian against sunset
the ancient palm stands
resting in drifting sands
Beneath whispering fronds
cicadas begin to sing
brown bats take wing
Firey clouds, cooling breeze
evening deepens, night decends
Oasis awakens, day ends
Oasis at Dawn
Darkling shadows intertwine
With the sprinklings of the moon
Every night paints a new design
That smooths across like puddled wine
Evaporating just as soon
With pallette of rainbowed hue
The sun splashes the eastern sky
Painting over the shadow's blue
Which however remains in view
Absorbing the more brilliant dye
Categories:
pallette, dance, day, earth, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
A river holds captive
the baroque colors of trees
that stand guard, honor.
Its joyous flow
travels under the umber bridge
whose reflection
forms an eye, open.
It is a pallette of Autumn,
a watercolor sky.
Categories:
pallette, allusion, art, beautiful,
Form:
Haiku
Any Subject - Octtava Rima - Dedicated to the artistry of glass artist, Dale Chihuli
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Chihuli
Spells of flames, winter moons, blue sunshine, sunsets ~
Glass stained by whispers in bubbles of rainbows
Sleeps, captive of creativity’s minx possessed ~
Trapped magic quivers, enchantment to bestow ~
Beauty waits to paint kaleidoscope’s pallette
In hues and shapes borrowed from day’s bright meadow
Desert winds gather in whorls - windstars descend
Through the flutters of fiery flames sand transcends
Breath of moonbeams refracted into twisting swirls
Light trapped in luminescent channels, dead-ends,
A kiss of fire shapes hot glass in molten curls
Through embers of wanton fireflies shape descends
Globes emerge from red coals with cascades of pearls
Fire dance spins smelted crystal into legends
Beauty blown from the ageless artist’ breath seeds
Radiance for glass gardens - fantasy freed.
Categories:
pallette, art, beauty, fire, light,
Form:
Ottava rima
When i look at him, my heart beats strong and as thunderous as a POW wows drums. The flames of passions fire burns within my soul, my blood boils. He cools me with his touch, yet my skin melts under the finger prints of his flesh; anything of myself that I own suddenly, briefly becomes empty and numb. His energy, his power swims through my rivers that were once my veins, to that one look I have succumbed.
He unlocks the love in me, I love that his one smile takes my heart for free. He walks into my rooms, he unlocks my doors, unveiling my house; his lips are the keys. My heart, my home, my house once filled with cracks and chores, in walls where my secrets lie still, love kissed mysteries.
His eyes creak in my bones like hardwood floors, every step wearing my polish thin. His one look makes any thoughts of anger, anguish, yearning and hurt abolish from within. His images play in my pallette like children’s laughter that sings through the wind.
His eyes, his lips, his presence, his touch, he is my work of art. His colors paint a masterpiece in every inch in every part.
Vibrant my colors,
Within me,
That one look takes my heart for free.
Categories:
pallette, love, heart, heart, love,
Form:
Hot winds blowing everywhere
Golden glistening dress all wear
Jade, peridot, emrald leaves in trees
Sway sanguinely in summer breeze
Stunning sunrise and sunset
Seductive colours of sun's pallette
Cloudless, clear, charming sky
Magnificent moon, mesmerises eye
Myriad melodic chirps reverberate
Flamboyant flowers for bees await
Morn, eve gratifying cool breeze strokes
Walking, chatting, playing, happy are folks
Enjoying juicy fruits like watermelon
And juices of citrus fruits like lemon
Hot april brings sundae and ice-cream
Relishing together, whole family gleams
With long days, april is indeed a vibrant season
For exhilaration, provides more than one reason
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31st March 2022
April in Thane Maharashtra India
Categories:
pallette, april, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
[Butterfly dancers/center]
[painting the seasons pallette/center]
[Brightly warmed hillsides/center]
Categories:
pallette, imagination, nature, seasons,
Form:
Haiku
Beauty can be found in the sky, twilight's golden glow,
Beauty can be found in the pallette color bold
Beauty can be found in the wonder of a smile
Kind and gracious words make beauty abound
A gentle touch, hug or caress can cause beauty to blossom
where none could grow.
Beauty makes rain fall over a barren desert.
Beauty can be found in a broken spirit.
Beauty can be found in a death and rebirth.
Beauty is in the mind's eye.
Even a dung beatle finds it's mate beautiful.
Categories:
pallette, imaginationbeauty, beauty,
Form:
Light Verse
A blank canvas, clean and crisp
Awaits the drops from a rainbow sprayed pitter patter of a magical rainfall
and a storm, by the artists brush obeyed
Onto a perfect paradise
A shattered pallette of acrylic thrown
with accuracy near the archers aim
That it falls like leaves, by autumn blown
A sea of organised destruction
Skillfully strewn across a landscaped view Crimson red and sunkissed bronze
hidden by a haze of blue
A mass of seasons, winter's spring
An abundance of wishes and dreams laid bare Onto this portrait of sheer madness
scantilly clad and almost shared
An explosion of flavours
Freedom ventured through flecks of paint Songs of lovebirds whispered
Following rhythm with melodies faint
Flowers lost in winds of brown
Valuable gems encrusted with gold buried deep
dashes and lashes of watercolour
flicked into sequence and layed in a heap
A masquerade of autumn leaves fall
as a line of coloured soldiers march, swift
A mask of beauty disguises the page
Like a tiny world, and delicate gift
Fire blends into the ocean of blues
yet white ice devours monumentous heat
A fog of grey trims the edge
The work of a genius is almost complete
Categories:
pallette, art, autumn, autumn,
Form:
Rhyme
A watercolor sky
at Dawn-washed salmon, and light
lemon hues. The colors
are reflections,
in a lone fresh puddle shaped
like a winding stream;
in the shiny streets;
the gleam of the cars of greys
and deep Twilight blues.
Spring in her charming
ways, sprouts lime-green grasses
that in early Autumn
will be a sun faded
shade of chartreuse, in overgrown
fields, or farmlands bowed
to a coral sky.
And on shores, the evening
captivates the sea
with daubs of lilac
and saffron tints, the sunlight
a pallette of Summers..
And a crimson light
winks through the lithe fingers
of the watchful trees
aligned aside the town-
houses with tangerine shades,
lifted in the 'Morn.
A distant harbor
is a watermelon burst,
and warm buttercup hues.
And aquamarine
scrubs with lavender gloves
cup a lilac dusk.
April 12, 2021
mile Pinet
/words:
aquamarine, crimson, chartreuse,
Categories:
pallette, allusion, beautiful, beauty, creation,
Form:
Haiku
Stopped by life on a sunny day,
Flowers use earth's pallette
To become their own Monet.
An ecstacy of trees
Builds stairways to the sky,
As tabernacles of cardinals
Chant, by and by.
A suirrel's content
To munch awhile.
He looks at me.
Did I see him smile?
I must be mad
Or in a daze,
For I hear him speak
In squirrel ways:
"Trust in life,
You sweet, young thing.
This ain't no game,
And I'm no djinn.
The flowers, birds, and trees sing true.
Just follow your heart,
And you'll never be blue."
Categories:
pallette, imagination, introspection,
Form: