Best Vermilion Poems
Vermilion sunset
Menagerie of animals roam foggy mountain side
Unaware of vermilion sunset painting ocean tide
Reflecting on aqua-blue where reddish hues infuse
As twilight flickers on ripples that leisurely cruise.
Ancestral dance-music echoes from the distant hills
As mockingbirds mimic birdsongs from the foothills,
While villagers frolic happily sipping luscious wine
Enchanted amidst frangipani scent, feeling divine.
As sun takes one last breath of drowning daylight
Pellucid waters shine bright courting glorious sight.
January 8, 2018
Placed 1st: Ten words, ten lines
Sponsor: Silent One
Placed 3rd: Strand Poetry Pick 1 Contest by Brian Strand
I received the mail,
written with cracks on a crisp
vermilion leaf. Dropped
in by the cool morning breeze.
News of autumn's arrival.
Date : 10/07/2016
"A glance at the magical hues splashed into sky at dawn
Paints a picture of hope in my mind's blank canvas" ~ quote by poet
At the southernmost tip of The Peninsular India,
where the three seas meet at the 'Triveni Sangamam',
the blue waves hum in a surge of excitement,
gurgling, tossing and tumbling,
awaiting the most spectacular moment;
Anticipating the arrival of her Prince of Charm,
the somber sky yearns for his first touch at dawn;
The mighty golden white ball ascends slowly
with his steps steady and gentle - and sees
his beloved - ravishing - and blushing in vermillion hues
immersed in waves of euphoria
as the rising sun's first ray kindles her gloomy spirit;
with a special glow in her face hitherto not seen,
the sky welcomes her beloved with a vermillion smile;
Cherished by the warmth of the sun's magical glow,
the dreamy sky displays hues of hope;
In a rhythmic ballad, the waves of the three seas
sing in chorus, their tale of love.
Note:
Triveni Sangamam - A beach at the southern tip of India in Kanyakumari, where one can witness the sangamam (meeting) of the three seas: The Bay of Bengal, The Arabian Sea, and The Indian Ocean. The sunrise at the Triveni Sangamam in Kanyakumari is a spectacular sight.
Date: 11/18/2021
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 23 Poetry Contest
"V" New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Crimson, cerise, scarlet, and vermilion leaves
die as Summer grieves.
Without delay, brisk breezes denude the trees;
they've no guarantees.
Nature savors the essence of Fall's decay,
a mushroom gourmet.
And as She prepares to weave Winter's white shroud,
no tears are allowed.
Crimson, cerise, scarlet, and vermilion leaves
caught on Nature’s sleeves
disappear like thieves.
Vermilion
Blood red
Symbolizing the dead
Shed by the weak,
Murdered!
Color clinging to the trees won't let go,
defying an early Winter flurry.
For crimson canopies shake off the snow,
assuring Autumn, she need not worry.
Jack Frost excels at igniting the trees
ablaze in scarlet and vermilion flames.
And while Winter winds commandeer a breeze,
she hasn't earned the victory that she claims.
As swirling snowflakes swiftly melt away,
Fall's breathtaking scenery is restored.
And for all those wishing Winter would stay,
She'll be back; but Autumn won't be ignored.
Brisk breezes strip the canopies of leaves,
while migrating geese slip away like thieves.
Apartment perched in a ghetto menagerie of hateful mockingbirds
Safety code bribery has uncaged my anger recluse,
which now morally infuse me with pellucid fearlessness
Seeing street labor children sniffing nerve-numbing plastic bag criminality
Ill frangipani odor of middle bun dope runner hands,
concocting poisonous fumes of meth and crack that twilight ripples
from the upper floor inside an un-sanitized laboratory kitchen
Glam luscious not is this poverty ancestral view —
funeral parading cars of junkie tricks and police prostitutes
And my rose heart wilts on the window sill in a vase vermilion repose
Contest: Ten Words, Ten Lines Challenge
Sponsor: Silent One
Date Submitted: 1-10-18
Fusing closed
Secrete yourself away
In vermilion blossoms
Inside hushed anguish
Coiling up
In a fetal comfort
Beyond everything
Denying breath
Slowly fading
Within the confines
Of a blood red rose
source of sustenance
vermilion firecracker plant
hungry hummingbirds
8/23/2020
Tania Kitchin’s Color with Alliteration
Checked by howmanysyllables.com
There is a palette, rare, that Autumn holds
Brights shades of amber, sepias and golds
The forest canopies - once emerald green
Now set ablaze with burnished tangerine
The foliage drifts, butterscotch and brown
Soft pastel-hued confetti, spinning down
So crisp, the air and leaves of scarlet red
As Mother Nature tucks the woods in bed
And when the months are waxing on to ten ...
This bold vermillion dance ... will start again
October 16, 2018
'twas a deep vermilion
sky tonight, as if her heart bleeds
an angry dark blue, shooting through
stunning, menacing too
moons tranquility stills the night
Written 15th May 2019
SECOND PLACE
Contest Writing Challenge 2, May 2019, Lind68868 Poetry Contest
Sponsor Dear Heart
a comparative thought
Syllables Per Line: 6 8 8 6 8
Contest May Premier 8 - any 4 or 5 line form on any theme
Sponsor Brian Strand
Contest BITE SIZE POEM NO 4
Sponsor Line Gauthier
Scarlet-orange sun rose brightly,
As the cerise stars shine nightly.
Honey sunshine caressed flowers-
A gold thrall twixt silver showers;
And ruffled, plum breeze came lightly.
His coat has many colours,
Joseph is his name;
Although some call him 'Joey'
It's Joseph just the same.
The collar on his cloak
Is such a vibrant red;
From his shoulders to his pointy chin
It goes right to his head.
The nether of this robe
Has hues of greens and blues
From his chubby, rounded waist
To his rugged grey-black shoes.
His sleeves are speckled yellow,
A dazzling golden shade;
And silver sprays within the fold -
Delightful how they're made.
Bright scarlet and vermilion
Make threads of colourous joy;
For Joey is a parrot
And 'e's a pretty boy.
For a long lost summer of fun we're particularly thankful
While fall promises to be doggedly cruel and sorrowful
Behind us lay shattered dreams of innocence and nights enchanted
Reminding us days are numbered not to be taken for granted
Each fall we see life's cycles perpetually regenerate
And facing death is natural allowing to commemorate
Now it's our turn to face music and orchestra as we come forth
Nodding to the maestro and bravely hold our head high to the north
Whilst the shock wears off and we concede to abide by nature's rules
We bite with heart into the last vermillion autumn of our lives
AP: 1st place 2020
An epiphany dawned on us today,
refining further our void-centric view,
to anoint love on all forms every day,
that soul’s innate vibrancy may renew,
with love always claiming the right of way,
aura glistening like fresh morning dew.
Love soaked vermilion, in joy we implant
on all who we meet, to straighten soul’s slant.