Good morning America.
Today, July 4, 2025, I looked out of my front window,
and at 6AM saw a most beautiful sky. Locked into
this eastern canopy was a very eye-catching
coloration, reminding me of the colors of the
American flag.
Yes, America, like our flag, it was red, white, and blue.
No, there were no stars and strips, but I could not help
but think heavily of you.
The grounds were lased with green grasses, and crops
of grain were heavily covered with dew. But the eastern
sky was very distinctly red, white, and blue.
America, this was a first for me in that I had never seen
such canopy colors and gave honoring thoughts of you
at the same time. It was indeed a momentous experience
for me.
And so, America, I close by saying, my heart and thoughts
are whispering warm prayers for you on this 4th of July.
The all too common
American squirrel
can become quite whimsical
in the random coloration
of their normally grayish hides.
Some are attired in formal black,
some in a fetching Albinus white,
and every shade in-between.
Little red,
unlike those rare British squirrels
(which are naturally red and fluffy),
displayed an unusual coat
of a fetching russet hue,
which many noticed
complemented well
any autumnal season.
Sad to say,
yesterday a hawk got him.
His remembrance service will be
held next Wednesday
at eleven-thirty a.m.
at Jake's gastro-bar and grill,
A light Rosea will be served.
Mourners are suggested to wear
(as a gesture of respect),
a boutonniere or other small reminiscence -
something a little red.
Blue
Is pursue
Red
Hold steady
Green
Stay lean being in shape
Purple
Make life simple
Yellow
Be Confident
Tan
Don’t let anyone make you mad
Orange
All about joy just like Florida
Grey
Hooray
Brown
Keep your feet always on solid ground
Light Blue
Always fulfill
Burgundy
Beauty within
White
Have a plan when a struggle or plight strikes
Black
No skills lack
Pink
Always think
Beige
Don’t worry
All the colors combined
Establish and Excel
Summer wearily sighed then softly closed her door.
For three months she lingered, and now she'd slumber
while Fall lays a carpet of leaves upon the forest floor.
Her swirling wind gathers them in abundant number,
bronze, russet and crimson, all fringed in burnt umber.
In a cloudless sky, the cry of migrating birds is heard,
flying to a warmer climate as Autumn begins to unfold.
When Nature births a new season, changes are spurred.
A saffron sun warms the Earth with fingers of gold,
and a harvest moon ascends; glorious sights to behold.
Autumn days are emblazoned with dazzling coloration,
painting vibrant scenes like no other season can bestow.
I welcome her annual arrival with joyous acclamation,
knowing the nights will be filled with starlight aglow
before Winter laces the landscape with crystals of snow.
BLUE
Is Pursue
RED
Hold Steady
GREEN
Stay lean being in shape
PURPLE
Make life simple choices
YELLOW
Be Confident and Assured
TAN
Don’t let any make you mad and throw you off your goal schedule
ORANGE
Joy throughout like Florida
GREY
Hooray
BROWN
Keep your feet always on Solid Ground
LIGHT BLUE
Don’t limit yourself, but expand your aspirations
BURGUNDY
See your Beauty Within
WHITE
Plan through a struggle or plight with resolutions
BLACK
Don’t lack skills, but keep them fine toned and always upgrade knowledge
PINK
Think
BEIGE
Don’t worry about age. It’s about believing and achieving within self
All the colors combined
Establish and Excel
flamingos flaunting
fuschia feathers fluttering ~
funky flamboyance
12 April 2022
Notes:
Beta-carotenes make flamingos pink. Their diet largely consists of crustaceans and algae, which are rich in carotenoids. This pigment gives flamingos the hot pink or reddish coloration they are known for. (FACTS.net)
Wild Animal Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
5-7-5 (syllables checked at howmanysyllables.com)
Footnote: Fuchsia has 2 syllables not 3
N/A
I looked at the curve
The coloration
The cool fullness of your smile
Imprinted upon the walls of my mind, and
I find you standing still
Like that misty morning, when
I in silence walked, thinking of home.
You spoke, as in a song, soothing
Warm, sun kissed -
I've never known such bliss
Soft as fresh breath
Pure, as prelude to spring.
I look at you, and gratitude touches me.
*
Lips as red as a rose,
Skin like a white tulip to be close,
You are God's perfect creation,
His most beautiful coloration,
Your beauty is so rare,
Like a flower that blooms so fair,
Something so hard to seek,
A perfect garden to pick.
Beneath waves that concede a change of life
shapes of shifting forms
hidden in ocean depths
murky coloration of perpetual flux
as fish without eyes cruise crustacean cousins
in a midnight zone of black
midst trouble changing sea acidity
flowing currents once flush with species
It's peaceful at the bottom in what can't be measured
for the deeper one goes the familiar disappears
like seaweed that displaces coral
turbulent reef on the cusp of scant recovery
Underwater paradise,
surface waves of imposing rhythm
forms that wash to shore
life in the voracious jaws of damage
what sustains a teardrop
when anchored eyes open
Poem composed; June 17, 2021
Rose
Red, Sweet
Attracting, Blooming, Blossoming
Beauty, Fragrance, Coloration, Bouquet
Biting, Nipping, Piercing
Sharp, Pointed
Thorn
I dream figments of imagination,
and fantasies phantasmagoria;
the visions of my mind's coloration !
I dream figments- of imagination,
dark illusions of this life's damnation;
yet, these phantasms bring euphoria !
I dream . . . figments of imagination;
and fantasies_ phantasmagoria !
_________________________
October 17, 2020
Poetry/Triolet/Phantasmagoria
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1295-831-17
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Pick-A-Title, Vol 24 - Triolet
sponsor, Edward Ibeh, Judged 11/12/20
Honorable Mention
Summer wearily sighed then softly closed her door.
For three months she lingered, and now she'd slumber
while Fall lays a carpet of leaves upon the forest floor.
Her winds gather them together, in profuse number,
bronze, russet and crimson, all fringed in burnt umber.
In a cloudless sky, the cry of migrating birds is heard,
flying to a warmer climate as Autumn begins to unfold.
When Nature births a new season, changes are spurred.
A saffron sun warms the Earth with fingers of gold,
and a harvest moon ascends; glorious sights to behold.
Autumn days are emblazoned with dazzling coloration,
painting vibrant scenes like no other season can bestow.
I welcome her annual arrival with joyous acclamation,
knowing the nights will be filled with starlight aglow
before Winter laces the landscape with flakes of snow.
~October 14, 2020~ ~Autumn Quintain ~
Sponsored by Francine Roberts
Blue is my world and my world is blue.
Every inch of the blue spectrum exudes warmth for me;
although it’s considered a cold color; the cold, it transcends.
From azure and beryl to sapphire and ultramarine;
blue resonates with the vibration of my soul essence.
blue is a spiritual coloration with schemes of blue-green
translucence and turquoise skies.
Blue in its royal blue robes, is the king of lights cast;
a magical elixir that my spirit drinks when I pray;
the color of Heavenly light.
For “Blue Poetry Contest”
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
When movies were in black and white
And TV shows as well,
Imagination was engaged
For really, who could tell
If someone was a redhead
Or wore colors that did clash?
Why, black and white could hide some zits,
A birthmark or a rash.
A sunset could look boring
As would gardens, clothes and food
And even birthday decorations
Would appear subdued.
How clever, then, when Dorothy
Left Kansas far behind,
She entered Oz whose colors
Blew the audience’s mind.
That movie’s coloration
Let the future in a crack.
Technology marched forward,
While imagining stepped back.
Color me outside the lines,
highlight the parts of me not easily defined
Take a crayon interest in my heart,
give a little more coloration to this innervision numbering chart
Pick a hue of your own choosing,
and princess veil the passion mystery of me perusing
Select a shade of my piqued curiosity,
color a picture of your outsider tendacies merging into me
Tilt a tint tropical 23 degrees spinning strawberry red,
that’s the torque direction of the pulse waves moving to my head
Dip a palette splash of pure rainbow desires,
and put it on a kaleidoscope acrylic canvas of aquatic fire
Feel the cool, feel the heat ...
feel the liquid rush of lava intensity
I’m coloring you beyond the astral lines,
I’m coloring us in love, having portrait boundaries outside of time
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.