Skin Color Poems

These Skin Color poems are examples of Color poems about Skin. These are the best examples of Color Skin poems written by international poets.

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,

© Marilene Evans  

    I love the colour of my skin,
    Au naturel suave evergreen.
    From head to toe,

© George Seal  

The Autumn leaves me here to ~ fall ~ — 
my crutches that begin firstly
where the tremors ripe from fire drawl 
the Autumn leaves

the season's

© Paige Hind  

Double time hits for the ceiling — 
The clouds of white smoke, the healing

Childhood in my skin finally relaxes
Everyone around me in lapses

Coffee forms the

© Paige Hind  

Inspired by the 2024 U.S. "Cosmic Cliffs" stamp (Scott #5828), featuring a James Webb Space Telescope image of the Carina Nebula.

Dune d
   

© Billie Jama  

Sundown reflects splashed tones
Her skin, blushing again --
Lamp post glows through her frame.

Our first kiss in the rain
Speaks  of neon rapture
Like bright dew on

© Troy Greece  

**The Country Kind of Love**  
In the beginning, there was a love that blossomed in the heart of the countryside. We would lie in

© Annie Lander  

God said: “Go, and have dominion over the Earth”—
Not over each other.
But you crowned yourselves kings of skin,
Painted whiteness as wisdom,
And turned melanin into a

© Chanda Katonga   

He was barely an adult when he was entered into the system
He was an educated law abiding citizen
But due to the fact he was black
It

© Layla Riley-Hill   

for the ones losing hair, light, and hope—this is you.

They said I was nothing special.
Just a crawling thing,
skin too thin,
eyes too tired,
body too slow to

© Becoming trude from the ruins  

In the womb of stars where time was spun,
No race was born, no flag was won.
Only light and dark in sacred dance,
The pulse of cosmos,

© Chanda Katonga   

He wore a hoodie, she had an attitude 

He wore a hoodie
So you immediately assumed he had a weapon
He wore a hoodie
So you immediately assumed

© Layla Riley-Hill   

If the walls could speak
I wonder if they would spill all the hidden secrets
Would the foundation crumble under the weight of letting it all go
Would

© Layla Riley-Hill   

i’ve been compared my whole life
to girls who look prettier
girls who dress nicer
girls who have tanner skin
blonde girls.
blondes are the prettiest
blondes dress the nicest
blondes have

© Tessa Yearwood  

They kept finding different ways to lynch us

Oh we're still spectacles 
They just watch from their smartphones
Watching as we struggle
Watching us be tackled
They don't see

© Layla Riley-Hill