Rhyme Color Poems | Examples
These Rhyme Color poems are examples of Color poems about Rhyme. These are the best examples of Color Rhyme poems written by international poets.
youre a red apple
the outside i devour in large, juicy bites
as much as my teeth can fit with all corners stretched wide
youd think to do the same at the core
But cracking bitterness brings seeds
scratch small bites, an itch
Jaw working, bony indents stiched
I like the way my tendons flex
Palm spread to grasp that hard fruit off the wiry stem
The core delicate
Slurping juice of whats left
The carcass melts into a brown sugar debt
Back to the earth you go to be reborn again
What is the color of love per se
is it heart pumping red
that gets to your head
or crimson velvet like my chalet
How shall I sketch and paint you
should I outline you in opaline
or trace you in soft green
can I easily blend in with you
Do we make a picture perfect painting
for all eyes to see
or is it just you looking at me
don't mind me... if I do a little tinting
What color is love when it sits alone
does it reflect every shade
of your personal parade
is it hard to hold, or easily atoned
What is the color of love ? Tell me.
Note: Per se is a latin word. It means, "By Itself"
Tonight Chumki drifts to a gentle sleep,
And with her the poems their silence keep.
No murmur of verses, no whisper of rhyme,
The hours move slowly, unmeasured by time.
The stars look down with a softened gaze,
Darkness enfolds in its velvet haze.
No chatter of stanzas, no lyrical sound,
Only the hush of the night all around.
Dreams weave quietly in silver streams,
Guarding the doorway to tender dreams.
The restless lines lie still and deep,
For even the muses have gone to sleep.
Yet in the silence, a promise lies near,
That dawn will awaken the songs we revere.
When Chumki wakes, her smile will rise,
And poems will flutter once more to the skies.
Ever so I laid horizontal
In trued, looking up
…yonder hued
Kept on the side
Eyes lifted high
Environment sewed the heavens abound, above my eyes…
All I saw was “blue”
8/30/2025
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
I am Rainbow
seven colours merged to flowing
glow in Dark Nights of the Soul
landed in a country nicknamed
the “Rainbow Nation” untamed
my mission to transform, transmute
colours covered in dust and rust
with rain we gain, attain without shame
sublime freedom for Self and fellow
with not much bellow never shallow
arcs of colours we witness together
comradeship our survival dope to cope
heliocentric symbols unified we hope
regard one another with approval and respect
as we watch rainbows high-low, know neglect
through struggling pain red became orange
orange yellow, yellow to green to blue then
indigo to white sprinkled with fight, onto light
arcs across sunny skies, sunflowers, koppies
such radiant patterns flood our mixed-up blood !
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...
The wind rose early with the busying dawn,
And, rushing into the long avenue of beech -
Laid down years ago to accommodate labouring feet,
Began to scatter over neatly cut verge and lawns
With its own inimitable unruly gust, blow and fuss...
Within a cascading maelstrom of vivid bright yellowness.
Against strong trunks, held firm by steadfast roots,
Groans from creaking boughs as they upwardly heaved
Upon frantically thrashing branches showering
rusted, golden leaves;
Carpeting the rough stones below my trampling boots.
A mad kaleidoscope of leaping, swirling, skipping
colour
Where, as a child, I had once rediscovered...
Two green sandstone gate pillars sat well back
That ushered me under this arched, canopied track.
I fill the expanse of the sky in the daylight,
I am the colour of royalty,
I represent loyalty,
And I don’t put up a fight.
I am the colour of the ocean,
I symbolize wisdom,
I herald the goodness of the kingdom,
And I don’t succumb to corrosion.
I am the epitome of peace,
But I can turn gloomy when I crease.
August 16, 2025.
I am rose, although a dusty rose;
my journey forward has been long and hard
along this narrow well-worn path I chose
that’s left me old and grey with dust-caked clothes
and dreams dismissed, emotions slightly scarred.
And yet the hopes that ever lead me on
are optimistic dreams with colored bows;
I’m always chasing my tomorrow’s dawn
and reaching for the dreams to which I’m drawn;
my lifetime color is a dusty rose.
August 16, 2025
Music Produced by Jerry Curtis
I am Blue
I am the blue of a clean sky
Where every bird yearns to fly high,
The azure hue of a calm sea
Where every fish loves to be free;
I`m the blue of a mountain peak
That imparts peace to minds that seek,
The sapphire gem eyed in the air
That instills solace with a flair;
I am the blue of worthy trust
One can rely on without fuss.
I may be no primary colour
The trendy say I’ve had my day
But I shall be no shrinking violet
I stand tall and proud… for I’m GRAY!
I’m never seen gracing a pizza
Or the tail of a visiting comet
I’m not in the arc of a rainbow
Nor the colours that emanate from it
I’m in every shadow, for that is my way
My night is my day, because I am GRAY!
A hot pink that is vibrant and bright
A showstopper in bright light
A whimsical and magical vibrant sunset
With a fiery mix of pink and purple hues
A warm summer breeze with floral scents infused
A taste of sweetness from a fresh plum fruit
Remarkable as a rare sapphire gem in pursuit
A beautiful and delicate summer bloom
A vivid presence that stands out in a room
I hide beneath oceans deep where mysteries peep.
I dwell amid the arching spectrum of rainbow hues
Some slander and call me ‘green eyed jealousy’
All I do is make this earth cheery to everyone's eyes.
I am the harbinger of the burgeoning spring.
I’m everywhere, even on a seemingly barren hill top,
I’m in trees and grass, crowning and carpeting the land.
To ailing spirits, I’m balm. To peasants, I’m hope.
I am the lovely garb God gave the earth to wear.
Due to misuse, it is now under wear and tear!
I am yellow-green! Peridot the color of self-esteem
Protective against life’s rife that may stream
I come from the earth’s rich interiors ore,
xenolith layers that make up its inner core
Purifying positive spiritual energy and well-being
Channeling love to intrusive shadows unseen
When sunrays shimmer thru shade tree leaves,
you’ll see me glinting behind the summer breeze
Dewy meadows in warm August blankets at sunrise
I am your luxuriant gift, and you are the prize
I am brown, mixed from yellows, reds, and blues
Vibrant underneath but hidden from your views.
My colour brown can change within my hues
Some dark, some light, depends on what I choose.
Blended correctly many shades you'll see
Warm or cool my undertones can be.
Chocolate, beige, or tan to name just three
So many browns; and all of them are me.
I'm really versatile, in great demand
Because my colour spreads across our land.