Best True Colors Poems
Eyes are the windows of a soul and they say ‘Love is blind’
But how do you describe colour to a sightless person?
Such depths to your violet eyes
The windows of your Soul
A flickering source of emotions
Speaking volumes ~ though sightless
Not limited by vision
Not obscured by darkness
Your dazzling beauty of true colour
Conceals your inner world
Of complex greys
Your smiles create rainbows
That stay
All through my day
In a world of colour
For some eyes
Sadness and mistrust linger
Your eyes mirror only
Beauty and Hope ~ Love and Joy
You ask for a detailed description of
the colour of your eyes
How can I?
Futile will be my try
No Master’s artistic brush can decipher
That deeper shade of violet
Changing like the sun’s ceremonial display
Retaining an aura of mystery
Seeking only truth
In your abstract blur of colour
Though ~ let me try
Here place your hand on my heart
How can one see colour
If it can’t be felt
Look through my eyes
Feel that majestic sky
With its beautiful variations of blue
Serenading the aqua sea below
Through sparkles of iridescent silver bursts
A tinge of pearly pink lazily drifts past
I hastily dip my brush just a touch
Do you see? Swirling pink with the blue
Another dip into the aqua of the sea
Hints from the bushes of lilacs below
A smidge of the red poppy
Blended till it’s the right shade of a violet hue
Can you feel my colour?
Behind your veil of black velvet?
My humble artistic attempt
Going beyond my range of limitations
Your
eyes glow
in approval
In that spinning vortex of
violet complexity ~ We dance in your world of darkness
As you whisper to me ~ that your eyes have always seen the stars.
We both look~~~~~incredulously ~~~~~at the same spot
A starburst ******************of light
A ~~~~~~~~~~~~~shooting~~~~~~~~~~~star
My wish ~~~~~~~~~~for you~~~~~~~~~~my love
To be ~~~~~~~~~~~~forever and~~~~~~~~always as
Brilliant as~~~~~~~~~~*********~~~~~~~~~~~you are
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True Colors movie clip – with vocals Anna Kendrick and Justin Timberlake
I once knew a poet named Carlene.
Whom you would assume was quite serene.
But screw-up, you'd better not!
Or you'll be in for a shock!
For her '***** slaps' can be unforeseen.
Written Feb. 24, 2016 for contest
Sponsored by: SKAT A
An original, poem on the theme of .....Sensitive Community ........
"Nine Inch Nails, Ten Pins and the Purl Stitch"
She takes the cake
they offer, chewing too rapidly,
she Shrews when she speaks
I’ll beat warpath drums, she says,
no mistake
I’m a groper ... goody two shoes
she says
mouth wide open
songs problematic
she's done and she's gone
a stitch loose in the weave
drop one pearl one
dropped
gone
for kissing small bait in the shallows
she circles her quarry
bites their backs
she sits astride
the legs of a hot gripping story
sits like a monkey
begging for peanuts
she spits in comments
I'm thoroughly congruent
in moments of questionable torrent
I am all here
dear boy
dear girl
knit one
drop one pearl hooray
I am all here, here hearing
all seeing, all knowing
I throw it back
and I’ll give you
the crux of the crutch
all knowing
make no mistake.
my good god
I don’t care
I don’t care
do we care?
I don’t care.
truly I eat their sour pears,
place more wax in my ears
she throws pearls
decorously adorning
the minds of sows’ rears
left wing molting
a mouth full of feathers
right wing feeding them
she’s all knowing
bling bling bling bling
bling bling
bowling ball glowing
Ten pins
preparing minds
sharp needles
and yarns
Purl Stitch
knit one,
drop one
knit one
drop one
win
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
“Ram” – Paul, Linda Mcartney
https://youtu.be/dQwdanGKILI
We're so sorry, uncle Albert
But we haven't done a bloody thing all day
We're so sorry, uncle Albert
But the kettle's on the boil
And we're so easily called away
Hands across the water, water
Heads across the sky
Hands across the water, water
Heads across the sky
"Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger."
"There's small choice in wrotten apples".
"If I be waspish, best beware my sting.”
I see what’s happening here…and I know it isn’t right…
We have a government doing everything it can to paint this country white.
A country where only one color is accepted as important…
one gender, one religion…one sexual preference-straight…
but I refuse to join them down their rabbit hole of hate.
I will continue to accept and marvel at our differences…
to find peace and love and joy…
in the very things these people are trying so hard to destroy.
I want to stand up and say to the world…
in a voice as loud as it can be…
To all of you who holding the paintbrush…
you do not speak for me!
That no matter how you try…
your hate will never change my point of view…
That no matter how white you try to paint this country…
our true colors will shine through.
Enough is now enough,
so I will rip down
the pictures you have of me,
that are painted with hate and anger.
Now its my turn to paint!!!
and trust me,
I will use all your bitterness
and anger as my paint,
to expose your true colors .
You said you are so unlike among the others,
Your sexuality is query and might be sick to others.
They may sometimes don’t understand how you feel,
You deliberately show emotions that are never ever sealed.
It takes trillions of guts to be like you,
Honesty and being real is what I like about you.
They may sometimes outcast you in some circumstances,
Kindness in your heart is what I see in such instances.
Clearly telling you that everyone wants to be with you,
You’re a friendly lad who usually wears in shorts of blue.
They may sometimes put you in a one huge anxiety,
Always come to think that you are not a curse in a society.
Don’t be ashamed for showing this ecstatic strange color,
Better to be like that than a person who is so much and horror.
They may sometimes don’t like your infamous ever style,
Be genuinely real because they can’t ever be so guile.
Color
They say if you lose yourself,
you will yourself in the end.
A better life.
Better friends.
Isn't that what this journey is all about?
Isn't that what life holds to sprout?
All in all, it's a soul searching mission
from which you will never need permission.
The very core of tears and contrition.
Listen to the age old words.
There is truth deep within every one.
A truth that is longing to be found;
Longing to be heard.
A wisdom that will never be finished;
Can never be done.
With absolutely no possibility of ever being diminished.
Life unfolds its true colors in ways that could never be duller.
Bright here.
Dark there.
A medium in between that cannot compare.
Rarely crystal clear.
Not a shade left to spare.
Going deeper than any element dares.
In finding yourself,
You find heath.
Personal wealth.
And the years you missed put back onto life's shelf.
That is the other spectrum of life's true colors.
It's up to the seer to determine if they're brighter or duller.
The Humane are few
The Beasts are many
The Vegetables are majority
Let us color
the colors
in their right
shades and hues;
Is white, white?
Or, red, green
and blue, too?
Red is red but
Green is not green--
It’s yellow and blue,
As yellow is
red and green.
Black is black,
It's in black and white
Black as night
White as a ghost,
Not black and blue,
You get the blues
Out of the blue
Once in a blue moon.
Red is blood red,
Paint the town red,
Red in the face
but not off color,
Always in the pink
never in the red.
Show your true colors,
Raise a white flag
if you see red,
Not your green thumb.
Get the green light
Not green with envy,
Chase the rainbow
Be not a black sheep
Or yellow-bellied.
~1/15/2015
~Anacreontic Verse 2 contest by Edward Ebbs
the trees stood
proud and erect
while gleefully
displaying their
true colors
Sometimes a whisper becomes a shout
Found in the words that we write
The silence is broken, it has to come out
In the colors of black and white
These colors it seems know how we feel
For they somehow give us a voice
Emotion is found on the tip of our quill
Our whispers don't have a choice
Echoes are found in these colors too
Each time we read the words back
That's when the shout starts tumbling through
Searching for words that we lack
The poet's emotions give ink its power
A slave to the shout that they make
Sometimes it's minutes or maybe an hour
No matter how long it might take
A whisper is silent and hidden inside
A shout will make things feel right
A poet's true colors are tested and tried
As it's written in black and white
Roses are still red - and
True - pink and velvet silk of ivory
Rosa Glutinosa - the species of Mediterranean
Stunted by the growth, Native be Europe, Turkey and Iran
A shrub - at most three tiny feet high
Beauty it be of whites - 5 petals and true of thee
Gold- centered a bud - Her devoted majesty
For European culture - thee limbs hairy and of thorn
Fresh - be it- be - the leaves aroma of pine
Roses are - what to determine true love, and mine
Look thee - Rosa Glutinosa - the love doth flow
Like a daisy - with petals true and fact every time
He or she loves me , loves me not, loves me , loves me not
Matter of fact - gimme five , He or she ends always
With that - that is true - LOVES ME
Controlled by the daisy - by the European Rose!
And true to a point - picking the petals then see
Glutinosa - your true colors special to know of how rare
To know to start out with HE/SHE loves me not - HE/SHE loves me
Loves me not - loves me ends like this with
A fur of thick - thorn - and 3 foot slap
Right in the face - loves me not too for also and end
True how 5 petals waiting
Too the daisy , shall it known the rose is close
And each petal bore by the bud
Feelings are then beauteous - they flood
Determining love - I say it with prose
Loves me - pick the petal that beautiful rose!
In true love shall we pend in life . The point I get to say in my song Lyrics as a songwriter too! MY SONG Sir , Don't You Understand ? sung by singer Sharon Zee
can be heard on Hitsongradio.com under TOP100 Hits
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On the canvas
laid out flat her length
she did twist
coil
and spiral
Yes she did
meander
uncovered
On the wet
chosen
oils
True colors
True Love
A rainbow shines
We marvel
We are impressed
Its beauty is awesome
and so clear
© Brenda V Northeast 2 march 2012
THE BLOOD HAS SHED
IT WILL NEVER BE THE SAME
FEEL THE INTRUDING LEAD
THE DRAINAGE NOT OF MY HANDS
BUT FLOWS DOWN MY BACK
IT WAS ONLY IN THE SANDS
WHERE YOU PLANNED YOUR ATTACK
EXECUTED WITHOUT FLAWS
WITH NO ISSUES AT HAND
YOU DUG DEEP WITH YOUR CLAWS
INTO A FACELESS LAND
YOUR FACE FULL OF LIES
WHEN GREET ME AT THAT PLACE
I SEE THROUGH YOUR DISGUISE
AND REJECT YOUR EMBRACE
THE WOUND YOU TRY TO HEAL
IS NOW A GAPING MAW
YOUR WORDS CAN NEVER CONCEAL
YOUR TRUE COLORS I SAW