Black Color Poems | Examples
These Black Color poems are examples of Color poems about Black. These are the best examples of Color Black poems written by international poets.
A sketchbook from back then
was stained with abstract colors
like our ten fingers
why didn't we arrange bright colors back then?
black, blue, and white
mixed together without a basis
I remember very well
how the pattern was ultimately
ruined by the darkness
while you labored
on your own sketch
and I only knew a little about that fetish
We grew like shoots
far away from the colors back then
like a line that had been etched
sometimes we disappeared
I still live with bangs on my forehead
exactly the same as back then
and you still like classic cars?
maybe we've only gone a few steps
Count 20, open eyes
ahh, that's just a coincidence
I still scold Wednesday
but you look good
with those stripes
Sometimes you give in
waiting for me to run awkwardly across
you strummed that music
making me confused
guessing your dream last night
but you were far more confused
because you didn't say anything
Do you still remember
the flaw in my eye?
While I was still writing poetry
I seemed to be starting to forget the calm
shape of your Adam's apple
when you drew black lines on our sketch.
Life’s Color
If life had a color
What color would you be
Would you be Yellow
The color of happiness
Summer days kissed with light breezes
Would you be Blue
The color of the everlasting sky
Laying in a field with cloud animals
Would you be Dark Gray
The color of storms and rain
Covered in a blanket of isolation
For me, I want to be Black
The color of the night sky
With stars sparkling like diamonds
I would’ve lived on
in a life composed of shades—
Black, white, and million kinds of gray.
Pulsing hearts rarely made sense
when even blood was
the shade of cooled cement.
That’s why you’re a mystery—
Your eyes are vibrant, water dancing
in a grace I cannot name.
They look like celestial crystals—
like if heaven has a shape;
Your hair warm, like autumn
before wind grows chilly.
It reminds me of maple leaves
I inked to seal fall’s harmony;
Your smile stirs—something
in my paralyzed soul.
like a gentle thunderstorm,
but instead of rain you leave petals.
The irises caress every
fiber on my skin, the electricity—
Then I knew:
You are color.
You are poetry.
You are the flustered butterfly
whom I felt across the sea.
Placed 4th : Premier Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
2025
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
pearl is black as tar
oyster shell cracked ~
truth an escaping fantasy
You're the star in the gallery
of black and white masterpieces,
only flash of light iconic in my temple,
distinguished radiant freckles.
Its been so long since....
A black swan engulfs a white-ness
hidden behind blood-shot darkest hues,
colour only drains so I flood the gates
in an attempt to make the morning shine
Whispers become intolerant of mad stricken
forgotten sea-shells left in a ruck sack,
carried out by the tide to a breach of sea,
like finding numbing needles in a hay stack.
Giggles haunt, not fondly but now violate,
tin soldiers scattered over a wedding cake
and gone the warmth of hallucinations.
Icy cold popsicles flare in your wake...
My colors shift with every hour of the day—
most often brown, sometimes blue.
When fatigue sets in, I may turn yellow;
in moments of joy, I blush in shades of red.
I believed autumn had come when the cherry tree shed its leaves
and the flowers faded, even the hardy petunias nearing their end.
but a little water and fertilizer brought forth new colors:
white, red, pink, blue—each bloom reflecting my colors of the day.
Colors are reflection of my mood,
In the starry nights with black moon showing some life,
The silvery rays, shining stars, and stardust glow,
Makes my mind dazzle in the silvery glow.
In the winter snowy season,
Overwhelmed by snow and icicles around,
Although white prevails everywhere, joy and fun for many of us,
I would like to feel like a snowman, enjoying evergreen ferns, and a red carrot nose.
I Am a Rainbow
I am a rainbow
One color built upon another
Sometimes red hot with inspiration
Often the warmth of an orange autumn
Yellow brightens my sunny personality
While green reflects desire to grow
Blue soothes my restless waves and feet
As I dream in purple's visions
Each colors my days outside lines of black and white
And I love being in the pink!
SWEET SCENTED UNITY
Scenting their sweet love,
In their black and white ones,
Two skunks seeking birth:-
tar ink
ready olives
oil slicks, carbon, nightlife
jazz, tunnels before light
ebony pitch
ravens
What shades of colours do we paint
while walking on this earth?
Do we leave behind a masterpiece?
or a squiggle with no worth?
Will the colours that we choose
look vibrant, - do they shout?
Or are they like dull grey lead lines
so easily rubbed out.
Are all the brush strokes that you paint
precise, done with finesse?
Or are they like thick crayon scrawled
on paper in a mess?
And will you hang upon a wall
admired by the best?
Or stay unseen and never shown
Remain an unfinished sketch?
The colours that you choose in life
portray your inner self.
So, are you rich, red, powerful paint
or a shade left on the shelf?
You could be bright and beautiful
in orange, yellow, green.
Or does your glossy outer fade
and quickly lose its sheen.?
Are you a calm and turquoise- blue
just like a tranquil sea.
Or do you live with black or grey?
that’s all you’ll ever be.
The colours in my life are prime
though that can be changed.
to any shade I choose to be
if mixed or rearranged.
Seek out the artist in your life
ensure he paints you true.
Be one to stand out in a crowd
there’s only one of you.
The world in black and blue,
no visible outline, the colors
blur. Headlights bright red,
and the people covered
in smoke as I stand in the back-
alley surrounded by old graffiti
stains and a half eaten tuna fish
sandwich. The alley cats
devour the carcass leaving
the bones and eyes behind.
I look at the eyes and I see
my mother pan frying
batches of leftover
salmon, a once in awhile
treat, then back to smelly
tuna daily. I give my mom
credit, her cooking skills
mask the awful aroma just
enough for me to eat with
ease. I still wonder what
mystery meat I ate back
in high school, looked like
tuna, smelled like beef but
tasted like chicken. I get up
and leave to a corner
bodega shop where they sell
beer and passable pepperoni
pizza for a late night snack.
Then I chill at the coin laundry
shop next door, I should’ve
brought earphones with me.
Out of all the colors of the rainbow I choose blue
True roses are red but I don't think violets are blue
It's a dominate color and one that's quite known
I tend to like blue in any shade, material or tone
You have to be honest blue makes things look nice
Have you saw diamonds that looked like blue ice
My color is the one chosen best for communication
It's the color used to relay any type of information
Everyone agrees it's good weather if the sky is blue
It just has a way of making different things look new
Blue is the best because other colors are overrated
No other color but blue looks good when it's faded
The other color I like is black when I can't have blue
Unless it's blue it's ugly and that my point of view
We know your game
And we are not going to become slaves to it
We've seen you spin your lies like a spiders Web
Your crimes of deceit will come back to smite you
The heavens will rain down on you
There is no escape from eternity
Hear these words said
Let them infest your head
Your silence will betray you
Days will turn to nights
Insomnia will plague you
Like darkness it will consume you
The weight of your actions will crush you
The pain you've inflicted on black people
Will come back to haunt you
Forever waiting in the shadows to spook you
You will know no peace in life and death
This is a promise
A warning
And a threat
What you've done to my people
Is inexcusable
Wild streams of rushing hues
daub black ink smudge skies
fireballing ambience
stuns night peepers dazed eyes
blazing forest scorched shades
mute charcoal moon’s deep cries
To be black
Is to live life freely
Despite being trapped in a cage without a key
Ignoring the hate from society
As their bodies radiate envy
Trying to destroy our joy through spreading negativity
And taking our lives violently
To be black Is to smile in the face of adversity
To be black
Is to find beauty in the aftermath of war
And find a singular flower thriving in the trenches
To be able to see life even when faced with death
Because being black automatically means that we all face loss even when it's not ours
But it's a collective loss that comes with the black experience
To be black
Is to have the ability to come together as a community when something bad happens
Whilst others are divided by the pain they experience
To be black Is to lead with your mind whilst being supported by the heart
It's the ability to have the strength to face pain
Whilst simultaneously fueling that strength with the pain they've had to endure
To be black Is to have the whole world against you
And not only survive
But thrive