Word Color Poems | Examples
These Word Color poems are examples of Color poems about Word. These are the best examples of Color Word poems written by international poets.
Written 23/07/2026 for weekly challenge Haiku style include word rain
1st go at haiku used sylubus counter so hopefully correct
Rain came down quickly
Sky stormy black ~ no colour
A rainbow appeared
I’ve written many forms of verse
Sometimes bad…sometimes worse
For poetry it seems….a curse
Word shopping with an empty purse
For years before I ever spoke
My poetic crayons broke
The dog ate two, several melted
Yet, without voice I truly felt it
By accident I wrote a Sonnet
‘bout an unseen passing comet
The colors set the page ablaze
In passage through the crayon phase
I now share on silent keys
My Crayola memories
Etched in ever-changing lies
For no one truly owns their skies
So be it crayon, keys, or pen
A search for forever’s now and then
Give thanks for crayon’s simple truth
The poet never outgrows youth
This is such a glorious picture
full of the glowing, amazing light
it stops you in your forward track
grips you by its stunning sight
Here is Africa, so magnificent
its views just speak not in word
but full of glory so abundantly
one's heart is forever stirred
Behind the animals so splendid
the sunset shines in full glow
its light is so piercing, like a needle
holds you like forever, so very slow
The land where you stand upon
such dryness with little life
full of hope and anticipation
seeks to overcome all the strife
Let's look again at every inch
from the bottom to the top
there we have the Great Savanna
our view, we just don't want to stop
(This is based on the painting 'African Sunset over the Savanna contest' )
Whimsical white word wizzardry
Really something heard or said to me
Inspired by the greats of poetry
Teal thoughts hard soft like lake deep
Emerald energy synergy all bottled up
Red romantic fantasy that I’m the star of
Singing off key to songs in the blue truck
Black ink is strong driven by pen of love
Like a dragonfly buzzing boisterous around
Oil anointed by amethyst acrostic’s sound
Cringing at raspberry rough draft on my page
Keeping humble laughs indigo ideas I chase
Word Prism Poem 1-26-26
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Prisms
Solid clear crystals
carved with facets ~
geometric fantasy.
Splashes rainbows on walls
sings with color ~
humming bands of hues.
No eyes nor ear nor nose,
clothes waterfalls, full moons and coronas ~
makes sunbows without rainstorms.
Delight sighs at smorgasbord of colors,
gasping at beauty's pure miracle ~
gemstone prisms make awe sparkle.
Charlie Kirk shot dead
America’s soul, bled
Red, the color of conversation
~ absent communication
Poetry paints prismatic word-pictures
A cubist painting programmed in plain air
Poetry and painting prize pure features,
For centuries, art crafted with grand care
Let us journey to juxtapose the two
Both attract the primeval painters' flair
With colours in rich red, yellow, and blue
Words sketching with wise theatrical care.
Try to catch and caress the words you see
Draw sights and sounds into your fractal soul
Organic lines jotted down joyously
As fractal forms that fill Metatron's scroll
Golden spirals smeared in an author's room
Are geometry's homage on a loom.
How can we understand each other's color,
When we use the same flavored word?
It's impossible to say it any duller,
And through our glasses the meaning is blurred.
To you something bright as the sky,
Will always strike me as navy blue.
With a fire truck we could try,
But to me it is simply maroon.
Something as distinct as a rainbow,
To me, a blurry line of tones.
Something as beaming as the snow,
Might quietly sit with the stones.
All I ask is that you don't judge me,
When my eyes can't shine like the moon.
Believe my words over what you see,
Because color is what drives every tune.
I was never fond of the word or the color
it reminded me of ceiling stains in cheap hotels
infinite shades of latrine piss
bony cigarette fingertips
grandpa's stage 4 jaundice
the forever scar of cowardice...
I'm contemplating painting the kitchen
in this forbidden color.
I'll have to think on it a while
...it's a critical decision
maybe the most important of my existence.
The evolution of my inbred forgiveness and
hobbled optimism heavily depends upon it.
theory of colour
darkness
&brightness
light
& its absence
serene
softly
exciting
impression
of warmth
the hue of
intensity
stimulating
negation
active
passive side
in perfect
equality so
a six-part
circular
rainbow
complementary
dynamic
transitions
& gradations
subtle
yet profound
& magical
unifying
with
words
NOTE: Uniquely Klee combines a poem( in German),within his art
'Once emerged from the grey of night'.(as seen in link)
Many purple poets with so much to say
Can’t read them all but teal try anyway
I heard red heart beat from white page
Was in your cherry chest but I felt it anyway
I green gain from poems good and bad
I like them short long strong happy sad
I like them peach weak very inspiring
Like comforting soul food hot filling
I read your poems like a yellow song
I imagine your face voice singing along
The comments section is the best
Love it even when it’s rude and a test
Because we can grow despite brown dirt
We can fly like lime kite from good word
Of special importance writing since my youth
I’ll keep at it while reading your words too
I proudly represent my cohort
now that I'm aging in place
The gray matter that makes up my brain
matches the gray flecks on my face
The whole world down, to our floaters of love,
be the Agrias Butterfly, from South
and Central America. In awe of
their mystique hues and mid-sized, word-of-mouth
spreads 'neath tropical forest canopies,
their delicacy is rather putrid,
from decaying fruits to rotting fishy.
Their family name is the 'Brush Footed
Butterfly's, because they have four hind legs
used for walking and two short, sort of front
legs slash brushes, hairy sensory pegs
that tastes and smells. A basic tool to hunt.
Beauty accentuates hidden splendors ...
tropical Impressionist ascenders.
the soft yellow streaked the terra cotta,
shadowing the speckled sallow saffron
a bluish buff upon the cochineal;
brilliant boneblack
grizzled the engrain
citrine carnation
as
the fallow flaxen,rustic rubrical
rainbow-tinted
the magenta mandarine;
unseen
the ultra-marine, tinged burnt sienna,
reflecting a golden flame of raw umbery upon
the earth green;
bright mosaic gold
mottled the sallow sorrel
virent yellow,oak stained
the pale apricot;
while
blood red,reddish russet
dotted the olive lind;
freckled crimson,
a chestnut maroon,
on fuchsias faded apple green
as burnt umber sank deep
into its sanguine slumber.
Xanthic is a lovely word
I learned if from Carmello
She told me that it’s meaning
Was for the colour yellow
If I write of golden daffodils
Or the glorious rising sun
I often will include this word
To use it is great fun!