Best Watercolors Poems
The artist sighs with deep regret,
too late to stop, the colors wet,
greens and blues and purples met,
pollute and blur his raw sunset.
A baby stirs, begins to fret,
an athlete pauses, drenched in sweat,
daily building karmic debt,
turn up the volume on the set.
Darkness spawns a silhouette,
war-torn bloodless bayonet,
too drunk to say the alphabet,
life and death sing their duet.
The engine roars in the Corvette,
haven't hit 190 yet,
the car leaps forward like a jet,
dear God, I want a cigarette.
©Danielle White
Watercolor memories paint
Enchanted mountains in my mind,
And sunshine's glow upon my face
Time to reflect and reacquaint
With friends so treasured and kind,
Reconnecting with God's grace
I felt joy, I had no complaint
With stars above I felt aligned
Like a time traveller in space
But time is not without constraint
Thoughts of a love I left behind
Beckoned me to a distant place
To enchanted mountains, blue sky
My saddened heart would say goodbye...
8-22- 2022
Trilonnet
as rain extinguished embers
of the long day's city heat
blurred traffic light reflections
painted puddles on the street.
shimmering drops of watercolors fall bathing blossoms in their hues
March 1, 2023
for Beneath the Rainbow poetry contest
by JCB Brul
Monoku
a first place
l live amidst
a watercolor world,
The colors they are many. (colors)
Blue it seems I
feel that way more
often than I care to.
Pink and purple in
the sunset that I so love.
Green all around me
in everything that grows.
You see I have my own
set of watercolors that
Make up a beautiful rainbow
that flows across the sky
for everyone to see.
Submitted for Amy Green's Poetry Contest
canvas and paint box
abandoned on the sand~
stained hands build castles
Black, white, and gold clouds
Float over azure blue sky
Gathering moisture.
mother taught me about gardens ...
all winter she would ponder ... and make plans
selecting flowers by texture and shape
in a tapestry of colors
like bright sun jewels
and on planting "day" I wore an aquamarine sundress ...
~ we needed hardy flowers
for our changeable climate
and mother taught me to use color artfully ~
but no matter what we did ... by mid summer
the garden was a wild mosaic tangle
of tangerine nasturtium and lemon marigold
along with lilac forget-me-nots
and a mix of lavender and crimson snapdragons
oh, we had lost all control ...
~ we had painted daisies in saffron
and watermelon pink
and thrusting coneflowers in all hues ~
now, my garden is much smaller
yet I still have a vibrant array of flowers
a display of changing colors all summer long
that grow high, cascade, and tumble
I have climbing wallflowers in chartreuse
and every view is painted ... in hues
like watercolors saturated with sun
oh, I love the coral bells ... falling from baskets
~ let there be color and there is ... like magic
... colorful flowers dancing in the breeze
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April 5, 2021 - Repost
Poetry/Free Verse/like watercolors
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1368-232-05
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, A Brian Strand July 2 Contest
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 07/02/2021
First Place
Teardrops on my lashes
clinging oh so tight
afraid of falling down
and melting on the ground.
So delicate and fragile
like each minute of the day
as a new one starts to form
the old ones fade away
Just a simple reminder
all the good that's kept inside
may someday go unspoken
as it's washed up in the tide.
As you feel your next tear slowly trickle
out of the corner of your eye
tell the ones around you
how important they are in this life.
I was cooped inside all the afternoon,
Missing tree and bush and garden madness;
But from my window I saw abstract blooms,
In rain's watercolors, nature's canvas!
They brightened the day, in absence of sun,
While the storm distorted without mercy,
Views of bold colors, from the lush season,
As the frantic blooms made many a curtsey.
The day was dark and the birds were hidden,
And red butterflies shut their pretty wings.
Splendor sometimes captivates unbidden,
Creating rainy day joys, of all things.
The day moved forward into the moonlight,
Conceiving an even more gorgeous sight!
WATERCOLORS
If dawn has any value other than being a pretty picture
It is that the start of a new day offers potential
And the second chance we so often need:
For life is a series of mistakes interrupted by temporary successes
Which masquerade as victories for some and defeats for others;
But both are illusions and their colors can be, and often are,
Easily washed out - like the dawn in the early morning rain -
And we only see as through a glass darkly *
With no guide nor even hunch to lead us :
And we sketch the outlines of our intentions
With little certainty of filling in the colours or finishing the picture.
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NOTE
* From the New Testament - Corinthians 13 : 12
( Lightfoot song title selected = EARLY MORNING RAIN )
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Written by Sydney Peck
Entered in Francine Roberts’s Contest Write me a Lightfoot Poem
Dripping
through lines
without any edges,
your slurred speech paints
watercolors.
Ghost Warriors
hanging in Exhibit
my series
It is painted in water colors
light blue spreading out the farthest
then comes light splotches of white
you can almost see the brush move
as pink and yellow are added
orange touches the bottom
blending with a rich red
baby blue is the backdrop
then comes the pink
its bottomed out by orange
above it lies a thin layer of purpilsh
which mixes with a darker blue than the rest
all which make up the one scene
slowly a green ridge is added to the set
dark and light mixing with just a few tints of black here and there
brown mixed in, adding to the life
a few touches of orange and reds
add color to what appears now to be trees
standing tall, proud on the mountain side
above it the mixed colors lay on the pallet
and a rosey outline of the ridge
very small you can see
a road rising over the hills
yellows mixed in to the side of it
to make the bittersweet grass
just a tiny line
it could be a river
except that it is black, or maybe dark brown
a dirt road, the only one around
paint smudges on the painters white sleeve
turn your head, to see who it may be
this amazing artist who made such life
come alive in with this color
peek, take just a peek
than look back to see, what else he had added
and allowed you to watch as he worked
-you peek and see He
the creator
do you see?
He
who do you think he may be?
now be good, and look to see his newest additions
whats that in the distance?
oh! it is a person i see
two people, you see?
it is you and me!
we blink, unable not to hold it back any longer
our eyes burning from the stare
and open them back up to look up
hoping to give the artist a curious look
but instead see
the water colors in the sky
that he painted above you and me
i
traced
my
sacred heart
with
my
bare hands
then
paint it with watercolors
again and again