Best Yellow Brown Poems
There are so many doors
Which ones should I choose
Green, yellow, brown, purple
and many different blues
Some of them are rustic
Others modern and clean
Some lead to the future
others back where I've been
Some doors open easily
while quite a few are locked
There are some left open
and others that are blocked
A few so enticing
promise pleasure within
They are slightly hidden
so few will see me sin
I look through some keyholes
wondering if I'll be safe
I see rooms of plenty
and tables draped in lace
The doors that are daunting
they fill me with such dread
for I know there's sadness
in the land of the dead
Many doors are happy
Friends and loved ones are there
those doors are the best ones
being with people who care
Behind some there's music
Pleasured time we can share
Moments of pure magic
those times are far to rare
Doors leading to adventure
Made me glad I took the chance
The sheer exhilaration
that caused my spirit to dance
Some doorways disguised as books
Yes they caused my mind to grow
They pointed to other doors
so I knew which way to go
The doors that I left closed
In the end I don't regret
They could have brought me ruin
or led my soul into debt
Of all the doors I'll walk through
The final one is the best
For there my Saviour waits
therefore, I know I am blessed
Emerald etchings are given birth
to bask their lives in summer's sun,
until brushing brutal winters cheek,
They cower yellow; brown undone.
Swirling down onto concrete pyres,
They somersault to a random grave.
The earth lays claim to copper corpses
But the winter wind is a cunning knave.
It finds and flips the fallen fibers,
then flings them crisply to the street.
The failing sheaves of burnt magenta,
tossed like chaff from harvest wheat.
Now strewn about with playful malice,
and denied the resting place they crave,
for the golden sun is a glint of amber,
but the winter wind is a chilling knave.
There is a chill in the air
Its a change of season
The leaves change color
A wonderful site to see
Red, yellow, brown, orange
When the wind is blowing
Leaves fall towards the ground
Pilling up piles
From corner to cornertleaveshe
Upon the brown grass
All the leaves are dancing
To the music of the wind
Enjoying, swaying, twirling
Keeping the rhythm
To the music of the beat
Autumn aromas.
Apple crisp,
pumpkin spice,
cinnamon cider,
Watch out, a spider!
Crisp air and cozy coming.
Chestnuts roasting,
marshmallow toasting,
turkey roasting, host boasting.
Oak branches cover their little brown spinning beginnings.
Solid trees regal and strong,
two of them hold an owl’s song,
outdoors: orange, yellow, brown,
fluttering
down.
Raking.
Reading,
reflecting,
red delicious eating.
Nippy nature walks.
Napping.
November moon, are you ready?
Winter soon.
Scratchy scarecrows sneak through spooky corn mazes.
Scenic foliage,
campfire blazes.
Red, yellow, brown and green
All colours will be seen
Love this time of year ~ fill your cup
Hot chocolate, hats , scarfs gloves cosy up
Log fires lite in gardens brings dazzled light
As days get shorter ~ blazing sight
Kicking leaves, roasting chestnuts magic in the air
It amazes me how much man has evolved
Yet, How little he has learned
All around the globe
Millions die of disease and starvation
While the ever so intelligent creature known as man
Spends millions upon millions of dollars every single day
Killing each other
Instead of finding cures for the ill or feeding starving children
Oh sure, we dabble in those efforts
But we are committed to killing each other
Governments all around the globe
Spend most of their money
On their armies
Either to defend or attack
Their enemies
Supposedly, the most intelligent creature on earth
The intellectual creature known as man
If I may go so far
Mans commitment to war and killing
Goes far beyond any one mans term in office
It goes far beyond any one mans lifetime
It goes far beyond any century or any one era
From beginning to end, top to bottom
East to west, north to south
Red, yellow, brown, black or white
Our commitment to killing each other
Is undeniable
How can a species that is smart enough to split atoms
Creating weapons that will kill millions
Still be stupid enough to do it?
And now I see on the science channel
That man has now devised the Platonic beam
A beam of light that just disintegrates the target in an instant
At what price you ask?
Well I don’t know but I reckon if we diverted that money
To say solar energy projects
They could probably put a solar energy system
On every home in the world for free
Thus solving the energy crisis
Not to mention food in the icebox and medicine in the cabinet
Because of course when you create such an amazing new weapon
You need an entire new type of ship to deploy it from
Thus is born the next generation of war birds
They jettison into space
Then go into super afterburner (A jet engine minus oxygen)
Which they said would reach like 20,000 miles an hour
So you could shoot halfway around the world
Disintegrate your enemy
And be home in time for supper
I believe when speaking of politics
It’s not a National Crisis
It’s a Global Epidemic
We need to "Love" what we have "Got to be",so that we can have "Immorality"! There is a "Fire inside of you and me"!!! The fire is there so that we can reach "Immortality"! I and you can find the "Dream that can come true with the "Fire that burns inside of me and inside of you"!!!"The Master is "True"!!! Jesus Christ "loved what he had to be!He did it for his love of me and you! We can "Love who we are,and who we must be!We maybe in a wheelchair,in a Nursing Home,cripple,crazy, incarcerated,president,or of any religion,or no religion at all! We might fall,and we will! We need to "Love who we must be so that we can have "Immortality"!!! We can find the dream,and "The dream is to find "The Master True" who will see us through: Eternity to reach Immortality after "Time stops at the speed of light! I "Love what I "Have got to be"!!! I will have "Immortality" for being who I am as "The Master True" sees me through this "Earthly Reality"as I learn to "Love" what I have got to be to reach "Immortality" that inspires "The Fire inside of me"; The Fire of "Immortality"! The "Master True" made a "Baby" who died at the age of two so that that "Baby" would have "Immortality",and be an "Angel"in "Heaven"to "Defeat""The Devil Himself"who hurts the poor,and is greedy and does not share any monetary wealth! Immorality is the reason that their is a "Fire inside of me and you,so that we can travel through "Eternity",and reach Immortality!We can be the best "Mortal" we can be,and that helps us to reach "Immortality"!There is a "Fire in me and you! We need to realize that that "Fire is Immortality that "The Master True" give to "Me and You"! The Only Begotten Son of "The Living God"s "Word"are "True"! Red ,Yellow,Brown,Black,White will all meet "The Master True"! Keep that "Fire inside of you",no matter what you must go through!!! "Mother Nature gives birth,and "Father Time lets her!!! The "Mortal" will meet the "Maker",and we will not need an "Undertaker",but we will surely need a "Savior"!!!!!!!
I watched it as it was born in the drenching rains of spring,
Cool condensation drops left over from winter's cold,
As it grew and grew and finally pedaled
Into a white, but, quite young rose.
As a child of youth, it swayed in spring and summer
Breezes, winds and gales, heat and cold,
Its petals enlarged and its fragrance became
A daily delight to inhale whenever bumble bees had gone.
Maturing, it grew beautifully, along with its siblings,
Arrayed upon so many branches of its home, the rose bush tree,
And provided me a diversion by its beauty from my daily
Worries and concerns - and life's hustles and bustles.
But alas, summer could not sustain itself beyond its appointed time
And began fading into fall, that time of red, yellow, brown and golden leaves,
Browning and dying tall grasses, shortening daylights and cooling evenings,
Deep into this Indian summer, onward towards winter’s cold and snows.
It gradually lost a pedal here, a pedal there, a pedal every other day
And finally had but one white pedal left which I watched fall floatingly
Down upon browned and yellowed grasses dying, leaving but its sprig
Upon its home rose tree branch in September breezes.
It had lived. It was bloomed and went through its cycle of days and months,
Sunrises, sunsets, moon sets and moon rises of silver shines,
Folks admiring its beauty and inhaling its stirring fragrances, as I had done,
And in its time succumbed to natures laws of life and death.
If it did nothing else, such as make a great discovery, climb Mt. Everest,
Win Olympic gold medals, become pope in the Vatican, it did a greater thing
In reminding me life is short; we must enjoy it now – it will be gone tomorrow
- This last white rose of summer.
W.C.Hull © 2020-23-9-772 (D)
The seasons change with time,
picture mother nature
as a fashion designer
who can't make up her mind.
Talking to the trees:
Ok, everyone, everyone,
fashions for fall.
Green is no longer in,
let's try red.
yellow.
and brown.
Oh, never mind
let everything
fall to the ground.
I know!
Why don't I let you trees go bare?
you’re not bashful,
it’s not like you need underwear.
I approach her with the same
Love I approach my family with.
Her skin is black.
I try to speak a few words in her
Native language to welcome her.
Her skin is brown.
I married a Chinese/Hawaiian
and our child is beautiful.
His skin is yellow/brown.
I write poetry about the Native
Americans to celebrate them.
Their skin is red.
I fit in with every race because
My color contains all colors.
My skin is white.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Note: In honor of all the recent innocent deaths.
Emerald etchings are given birth
to bask their lives in summer’s sun,
until brushing brutal winters cheek,
they cower yellow; brown undone.
Swirling down onto concrete pyres,
they somersault to a random grave.
The earth lays claim to copper corpses
but the winter wind is a cunning knave.
It finds and flips these fallen fibers,
then flings them crisply to the street.
The falling sheaves of burnt magenta,
tossed like chaff from harvest wheat.
Now strewn about with playful malice,
and denied the resting place they crave,
for the golden sun is a glint of amber,
but the winter wind is a chilling knave.
In "Honor of God" I will not be a White Racist,Black Racist,Red Racist,Yellow Racist,Brown Racist or practice Racism. God created us,Red,Yellow,Brown ,Black,and White,and we all are precious in his sight: I know that I am "NOT Wrong": I know I am right! "In "Honor of God" I will not be a "Racist"! In "dishonor of God the "Racist" functions,in the Church,in the Media,in the schools,in the police department,in the hospital,in the grave yard,and in many other places,and dishonors God by being a "Criminal by way of being a "Racist"!God has a unique ,and diverse "Creation",and that reality is factual ,and certain!! We see it right before our very eyes,and that makes us who are loving and kind very wise!! A "Racist'''' believes untrue lies that is embeded in their sick minds ,as they are fed lies through their "Eyes"!Unjustifiable Hatred is another name for a "Racist". It was a Sunday morning,and a sermon was being preached,and The Pastor was ready to teach:The Pastor got up and said:"IN HONOR OF GOD " MY CREATOR",I will not be a "RACIST". Eight people got up and left the church,and all eight of them seemed to be sick,as they stumbled out the door,and three of them fell to the floor. The Pastor of the church repeated his statement ,ans said:IN HONOR OF GOD WHO IS MY CREATOR I WILL NOT BE A RACIST OR PRACTICE RACISM. The Church said AMEN.
Black lives matter
in different ways
to different people
in the American rainbow
especially bus companies
that bounce over potholes
in the big cities of America.
For them money matters.
If blacks stop riding buses
the buses will be empty
except for other poor folk
white, red, yellow, brown
who don’t drive cars
but are too few to keep
the buses bouncing.
Everyone will understand
that black lives matter when
everyone understands
that black money matters
not to blacks alone but
to all stripes in the
American rainbow.
Donal Mahoney
Those pesky leaves adored by youth.
Hued leaves and wind, a conjoined twin.
Autumn flurry of windswept sooth.*
Kids harvest fell-wings, to jump in.
Hued leaves and wind, a conjoined twin.
The twirl, the whirl of crimson red.
Kids harvest fell-wings, to jump in.
Crisp yellow, brown and purple fed.
The twirl, the whirl of crimson red.
Six feet deep, each yard grows fatter.
Crisp yellow, brown and purple fed.
When swept in piles, they oft’ scatter.
Six feet deep, each yard grows fatter.
Autumn flurry of windswept sooth.
When swept in piles, they oft’ scatter -
Those pesky leaves adored by youth.
9/8/2022
Contest: AUTUMN PANTOUM
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Rhymezone used to verify rhymes
*sooth - reality
As you know I write the truth of my soul
From the highest high to the lowest low
To me it is simply what I do
Couldn’t stop if I wanted to
The honest truth, “I don’t know why”
But it seems I can feel the tears you cry
Imagine what a burden that would be
The honest burden of pure poetry
Leprechauns and rainbows are really great
If we could just get beyond the color and hate
I spent years where that was all there was
To this day the only reason I can find is because
Red, yellow brown, black, green & white
The hate inside the gate just isn’t right
Hate another man for no reason at all
You never forget watching a dead man fall
But in the really real Prison that’s a way of life
As one of your homeboys moves in with your wife
So you want to get high well go ahead
Be my guest and let your soul end up dead
The high I speak of is all the way
I am the master of the games I play
Now here I am a fool all broken down
A ghost of a man, shadow of a clown
With a smile on my face from ear to ear
Because you know what, the Lord lives here
This is my story as this is my plight
Just as this is my burden, this is my fight
Think about what your doing before it is done
Always room for another number in Prison son
And once your there, there is no way out
And you best learn quick what its all about
Pick-em and stick-em that is the game
If you want to have respect by your name
Tell me wouldn’t you rather just stay out here
Loving all the people that you hold so dear
Everyday in every state from shore to shore
Folk off to Prison thinking, “What am I here for”
"I’m not that bad and that’s actually true"
But you will be when Prison is through with you
Save yourself the trouble as well as the shame
Be an honest person and stay out of the game
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I reckon that about says it all, Just please think
about what your doing and those you love.