Skin Color Poems | Examples
These Skin Color poems are examples of Color poems about Skin. These are the best examples of Color Skin poems written by international poets.
Dark color angel , she speaks before the wind;
Dark color angel , her hope is in her skin;
Dark color angel., cheese illuminous;
Birth from heaven the motherland;
She is the mother, the womb of all Mankind;
5/23/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
I feel the heaviness of winter is over,
snow and cold be gone until next year.
I feel Spring is here,
here in all her warming glory.
The birds are singing their little hearts out,
I am singing with them.
I feel the pretty flowers fragrance in the air,
coming from their many pretty colors.
I feel softness on my skin,
as I watch the baby bunnies scamper.
I feel lite as the cool air,
Easter is on the way.
I feel I need to rejoice,
it is a magical time of the year.
Rose's are Red
Violets are blue
Crimson is the
colour of blood
All in a symphony
of love
Skin colour is only
skin deep
White, dark, ebony brown
skin colours
Ebony black is dominant
While white is recessive
Running only skin deep
Crimson is still the
colour of blood.
(Written January, 2026)
Time: Out
A ripple in the fabric of the universe.
Forward and backward in time,
It's only been a couple of weeks.
Cycles.
Clock’s ticking.
Breathless, the cold entrance of space.
Two hands without any hint of motion,
a blue star no longer scattering sunlight.
Time: In
Closing the curtains over stained glass.
Lillies and lotuses blackened with acrylics,
a plaid dress with white and red paint.
Nocturnal notes fill the air with uncertainty.
Forward, back, continuous unconscious motions.
Cracks exposed on sidewalks, walls, and my skin.
The things I could’ve done,
we’re gonna scorch the planet in fire.
Time's up.
Righteous sing to the bright star in the sky.
Hymns of faith, devotion and love vibrate
through the entire body, speaking within
one’s skin to the finger tips…blaring while
scaring the long-awaited dreams from their
roost near an old oak in your mind’s chest.
Graceless and faithless villains caterwaul;
the old toss coins into the fountain of youth.
Virus’ knock daily upon my locked door
of which I will never answer those calls.
In dreams, I see paths to the waiting trains;
Toys lay in the dead leaf fodder on the path
a lovely doll’s face, her blue eyes stained
staring towards the musty decrepit squalor
trudging along the dark path I lift my gaze;
Truths lying dormant for decades bleed into
the night sky, creating rainbows in the dark.
We are one
Each playing a special part.
Let a better future start.
A world of colors, bright and bold,
Like flowers blooming, to behold.
Whispered words, a judging glance,
Creates a wound, a bitter dance.
Let kindness bloom, where hate has grown,
Don’t let skin define you, your heart is what’s known
We all bleed the same
Just have different names
Be kind
I am fascinated by blood’s rapid color change
blue inside my skin
the older I get, the better I can see the azure color
my hands have a crooked trail of blue under the skin
and yet, the instant someone puts a needle in my vein
the blood changes to red
I want to put my eye down there and see it as blue
before oxygen can turn it
so, it will seem more royal, less common
I have not figured out a way yet.
My skin is light olive-toned with green or green-yellow
undertone and the veins on my wrists appear mostly
green, the color associated with natural world, like
plants, trees, grass symbolizing life, growth and energy.
I am the color of living life, feeling incredibly alive with
energy and excitement to explore, discover, experience,
create, learn to grow emotionally and spiritually to evolve.
I am the color of wealth, like the striking emeralds, sparkling
peridot, and money to meet the needs of ordinary people or
to magnify the status and self-worth of the rich and famous.
You play with my emotions
Make fuchsia fun of my devotion
You only teal take never give
Your love is fake not true or real
At first you were attentive
Love bombing not defensive
You slowly grew like a black sin
A snake coming out it’s skin
You want me to stay close
So you can swallow me whole
Your lies are like liquid gold
Shiny and full of false hope
Life is to short to live somber sad
In tomb with green groom gone mad
For your heart is dark and untrue
We must part I’m leaving blue you
it wasn't a pretty sight
extreme sun exposure
turned his skin a vibrant hue
somewhere on the spectrum
not quite painful blue
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Sky
ripe peach.
Fuzzy skin
with luscious wealth,
tropical and sweet.
A wonderful morning,
reflection on the nature.
Appreciating the moment.
While the mind glows with this golden speech,
values that convey emotional depths.
TAN BRONZE GOLDEN LADY
Her vision tan and golden
My heart souls beats so
Copper golden skin her breath,
as lavender kiss
Daughter of Father
Elohim who’s…
Sons ordains coverings
Of precious daughters He Father ordains
My heart souls beats so
Beautiful is the copper golden woman;
Whose brown, tan golden
Beautiful tan bronze golden lady
2/3/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
When Hofmann stumbled across a new synapse,
serotonin underwrote a dopamine contract.
Cuddle or cringe, carnival or calamity,
worlds in one potent punch squared.
Blotter art doesn't pursue gallery status
rather to dissolve into a cerebral canvas,
with a sometimes recess from what is seen.
Lucy shut my eyes with a seven-hour kiss,
her slow caress gave me a new skin
that no shower could make clean.
Kaleidoscope giggles shatter reality
tickling permanent change, but on that night,
I felt the moon plummet and explode into a dawn
so that the sun could take it all away.
Between dusk and dawn lie vampiric hues,
they grow and become sticky on the skin;
Leaving a melancholic midnight bruise,
the day ends so another can begin;
Wandering beneath artificial light,
brighter than the lit skyline they sparkle;
Their insidious backdrop of the night
joins the city’s underlying circle;
Finessing the darkest urban vision,
fireproof they fade in the softest shadows;
Moving with so much stealth and precision,
fangs will be minding the stoop after close;
A spectrum of color in those dark lies
makes it so easy to fall for their eyes.
Her fair-skinned form is more than I deserve;
because her skin is light, and mine is dark,
like Tristan and Yseult's love which King Mark
forbade, we're banned from passion's sweet preserve.
Though bred as opposites opposed, we serve
our needs: and through her milk and my coarse bark,
like Heloise and Abelard, a spark
burns (though Fulbert and Church show their reserve)!
Alas! Were I as fair, as white, as bright,
as her: were darkened complexion, and chin,
not so eclipsed by night when near her light!
Though mores, like the world, moved by lies' spin,
discourage us, the coveted birthright
to merge won't be denied by tribal men.