White Color Poems | Examples
These White Color poems are examples of Color poems about White. These are the best examples of Color White 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.
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.
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...
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.
Shenandoah cries
Voice of a Leader
Echoes of a Nation
Tomorrow only the beginning
The change needing a change
Soulful hope
Skies above in realize
Direction from Heaven
White House woes
Freedom, Wisdom and Rise
Bitterness through emotion
Far from the Liberty shores
Darkness plight
Wonder of the day, and the offspring of thought
Turnaround to oppose
No Slave shall be
Rebel no more
Freedom ways
Impact says
Pathway to a better life
No more demands
Freedom by order and command
Honor and Leverage
Proclamation and Freedom is now a privilege.
White Flower
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Simple, exquisite, beautiful
this small white flower had panache,
dancing gently down from its perch
until it arrived near my feet.
Many others had traveled prior
but this one, oh this precious one
found me within the aubade woods.
It’s delicate petals shown white
with accents of orange and purple
the peak of color and brilliance
and yet today, no, why just now,
did it end?
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Contest: Imagine Yourself As A Color
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
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Beyond this lifetime's ceiling
A railway opens hallowed paradise;
Where astral view roams in eternal grace
I splash this sacred dimension
With hues pure as lilies and sea- pearls,
Linking dawn to endless strips of starlight.
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:-
If I were a color, I'd imagine myself being bright
It wouldn't be brown, or yellow or white
It would be something kind of, like in-between
A pinkish/red, or a Orangish/dark green
Silver is too sparkly, and gold is too bold
Bronze' not too shabby, but it'll make me look old
Purple doesn't cut it, nor does a light blue
But I might like what color I am, if I mix the two
So, the color I'd be, is the color I'd get
If I mix purple and light blue, I would be violet
it is strange to me that a color means something
by itself, it elicits memories and experiences
orange is my go-to color, not blue or pink
yet did they dress me in orange when I was a baby?
in the fifties? I rather doubt it.
Actually, most of the photos of me as a baby
show me in a diaper and nothing else
and there are lots of them.
When I think blue I think neither boy or girl
I think, sky, the eyes of one of my children and the sea
blue is a color I always reach for when I am painting
for I despise a white background
I have painted more skies and seas than most
Probably fifteen hundred skies and seas
color is important to me;
I would not want to live in a world without it
But I could never assign one color to either sex.
Or all boys or all girls
Since no two children are the same.
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 swollen cheeks
With history's pick of bean
Water remembers
Water pushed under embers
The percolator
Like some wound drips her.
Eyes on the preppy barista —
Maybe we both see in similar vistas
She writes down my choice of expresso's dark
God, if ~her youth~ could start my heart.
A cup with fingers locked for style,
The young woman plays in the mud awhile.
George was a prankster, at least one screw loose
Peed in a bottle, tagged it orange juice
His mom drank it all down
Then she started to frown
Her face turned red, then white ~ then chartreuse
canterbury bells
so delicate and pleasant
white, blue, lavender …