Black Color Poems

Oceans Deep With Love
A sharks love poem, like a deep dive into the ocean, my love for you is like the ocean floor, it's dark...

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             I like to draw,
       ...

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I was a celebrated, professional psychic, offering glimpses of rosy future;
And helping people work through problems, like pink moon, come sooner.

I had learnt to talk...

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An evening breeze tickles the leaves on trees;
and an ancient oak tree creeks, sighs, and heaves.

As silhouettes merge, they soon disappear,
and the owls and bats...

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Sunlight rises like a phoenix
from the charcoal ashes of night.
And sets the eastern skies afire,
lit by Dawn's splendiferous light.

Orange, yellow, and tangerine
ink scattered clouds of...

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Yellow Leaves of Kaj 


Thus, I learn to be glad in this room.  
The Chilghoza of the mind is black but the light is...

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SPHINX STONE 

I am Sphinx Stone
Sun stationed statue
silent sculptured synoptic 
not marble or granite 
nor black tourmaline or
crystal sapphire quartz
vortex for Void actualising 
sacred amber...

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We say we recognize being ankle 
Deep in the river at the bay.  Look
My love do you like this light? I love 
Love this...

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Monarch butterfly
Fluttering with grace and ease
Nature's beauty shines

Wings of orange and black
Guiding them on their journey
Through sky and through fields

Majestic and free
Symbol of transformation
Monarch butterfly
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The color of love will prevail: we, white,
     black, yellow, red, shall pacify the clash
     between good...

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Some Mimosa trees are still bare,
such a deep sadness they declare;
lethargy is another form of bitter sobriety...
when sorrow looms amid spectacular beauty!

Luke after school assumes...

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I am still holding my belly and rocking from side to side as if my mother had just died. Reality is mumbling between my teeth...

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The colour has no caste no religion
Just fetterless as a crowned pigeon,
The sun never marks any division
What's red, green, black or saffron.

All the colour is...

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So Blue, what have you been doing since my last interview with you?

Well, I still hang out (or should I say “up”) with Sky. And...

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Will of Tudela
Whose zeal burned for the white wolves 
Against Languedoc's black lambs 

Nameless soul of gold
Guided by heaven's muses
Pitied the southern pastures 


Poem inspired...

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