Best Pigmentation Poems

Black
The shade of void;
containing 
universes within universes.

Black is the onyx eye of God;
the obsidian mirror of prognostication
the future’s revelations.

Black is the beauty that highlights color;
pigmentation swimming in the void;
abstract muses, dreaming dreams; 
birthing visions.

Black is the liquid zen;
where I become one with the source.
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A sunbaked pile of dead sticks in the ground
I’m a divine oversight, it would seem
Hundreds of long spines poke out all around
Yet inside resides a colorful dream

I’m a divine oversight, it would seem
Look past my thorns, though they do seem countless
Yet inside resides a colorful...

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whether bound and dragged 
behind a pick-up 
‘til limbs slowly dismember
or shackled hand and foot 
then tossed unsecured 
into the back of a rolling 
makeshift coffin

whether judge, jury or executioner 
all don the same hat 
and fancy themselves a God
and your only crime was to...

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I wish that people would see each other as 
they see themselves.
Because we all are connected you and I, we 
are all part of the human race.
We must  put on the eyes of a child; they don’t 
see color nor how much money a...

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I am a product of my next of kin
so in their image, through evolution 
determined pigmentation of my skin
of human historic distribution,

a complexion that I am powerless 
though never shall I ever be ashamed
typecast as white, to me I'm colorless
yet in my veins my red...

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Let’s spread our wings with our love
Fly through beautiful, infinite places
Leave kisses in the sky, to float with clouds
Then permeate through the drifting gray 
With colorful pigmentation from our hearts
Then, rest in the Sundrops blooming on the ground
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THE EARTH BLEEDS

We need a little light and dark.
Our eyes but blur infinity blue,
as a cradle robs us of our spark
when we visualize variety’s few.

The white nest of my sparrow skin,
a scintilla reflection of the Holy Spirit.
He distributes wisdom from within
a dark parka, grass skirt,...

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 A palette of the mind,
Crayola colors now entwine
and symmetry thus unwinds
life is never color-blind.

Dreaming seas of abstract bliss,
waves of chromatic kinesis;
I would be, oh so remiss,
if inspiration, I dismissed.

As I awaken and grab a brush,
muse I never dare to hush,
to paint and easel, I...

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Ecstatic light plays about
gasses and pigmentation like
kittens learning to wrestle.

values lend their whispers 
to saturation in chromatic
celebration.

Purity of intensity
arises to greet the nimbus
and an aurora dances to nature’s tune.

Elation of incandescence
irradiates the eye
with a plethora of vibrancy as the
spectrum enfolds the harmonic soul;
chroma-bytes radiantly digitized...

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Black
The shade of void;
containing 
universes within universes.

Black is the onyx eye of God;
the obsidian mirror of prognostication
the future’s revelations.

Black is the beauty that highlights color;
pigmentation swimming in the void;
abstract muses, dreaming dreams; 
birthing visions.

Black is the liquid zen;
where I become one with the source.



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The Color...

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Without a word - you speak to me through particles of pigmentation
For centuries held within the grip of linseed oil
Where now I gaze upon  the many faces that you wore
And their beauty shakes  me to the very core
For in each one I see...

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I can’t breathe
Don't you hear the pleas?
I cant breath
We still aren't free,
I can’t breathe
society judged by skin pigmentation.
I can’t breathe
What’s wrong with our nation?
I can’t breathe
Don't you hear his pleas?
I cant breathe 
Hatred and discrimination is what we see.
I can’t breathe 
We are not equal,...

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How can the absence of pigmentation separate people from the same mother
Life bribed the hell out of us, it took your only brother
And now hell we bring to those who deserve it not
And this fight the people who are suppose to be fighters a quiet
All...

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I have no color
My wrists bleed black and white
I am not ashamed

I am true to myself 
Because I know that naturally,
I am beautiful
People can judge, and announce my difference 
But I will embrace it
‘Cause I know who I am
And I love the skin I’m in

I...

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She slipped clumsily in a 
café
Looked all around her
from the corner of her 
eye
Felt all eyes upon her
Bit her lip
and flushed crimson 
disconcertedly.

He was sacked, literally 
fired
Got down in the dumps
Was down and out
and was left feeling blue 
so gloomily.

He gave her a blossomed 
rose
Blood...

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