Coloring Poems - Poems about Coloring

in my poems, sonada's film depiction your encouraged to lose focus tumble race, give up and quit especially quit and the frame settles with you about where it should be in your life did you buy into us the hidden mystery robbing you blind in time, you may hear us the tempos that won't shutter we are open and the theater wells and theater's portend to you from before, we get to...

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Every day my nerves are shot From the aching in my heart Caused by the hostility Between all humanity Why is everyone so vengeful Times the only way to tell If we can turn hate away A little bit more each day Until we wake up and find A world that is caring and kind Full of love that doesn't fade Look at what we could...

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A bountiful array presents itself, From its constant electro-magnetic display. With a spectrum of rebounding wavelengths, And a variety of colorful todays. This multitude of color gives us boundaries, From the infra-red to ultra-violet. Providing our perception with stubborn stop Signs, as viewing beyond does not...

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Yonder hills are covered with an array of flowers, we may only see this once when our eyes are neither closed nor open. Those far trees are as green as the sea when the sun is low in the water, or perhaps beneath the sea-green they are as multihued as any rainbow. We perceive only their imperfect reflections - eyes deceive and the world is...

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Coloring smiling faces donned with faux missing teeth, and waxing poetic lip schtick adorned with moustaches Swarthy, spooky, scary carved pumpkin faces thickly materialized out of thin air as Halloween holiday loomed near yes... just an innocently naive fickle kid, who easily did scare, attended Henry Kline for 'most every year elementary grade school no matter I abided every rule and colored within every line turquoise blue...

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“Tee is tard to under-tand,” she tells me. She is a bit difficult to understand herself. I suspect she might need speech services. “T’s married to my gandma; t’s my gandpa-in-law.” It is really difficult for me to keep my face straight now. But I do. I have had decades of experience doing it. Her front teeth are missing, perfectly okay...

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When life bites and strikes stress deep within, My escape options will start to spin. I require an outlet for relief. A personal lift aids this belief. Constantly close is my favored vice For it soothes me and is low in price. My vice doesn’t manifest paradise, But soft peace that eases my weary eyes. Coloring books and pretty crayons Are my way to...

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I intend color the globe with a mind naturally colored by rainbow... With my hand inspired by bluish sky that provides me shelter, I write a poem of hope for Future yet beardless... using all expectation of believer with my green verve...!...

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Passionate purple and scarlet vibrate Through my veins, dancing light Across my spirit, warm and bright Like a healing hand, caressing my soul Stanza taken from Coloring my World for Gregory R Barden's Liberum Divisa 5 Poetry Contest April 17, 2021 ...

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Passionate purple and scarlet vibrate Through my veins, dancing light Across my spirit, warm and bright Like a healing hand, caressing my soul With hope, faith and love that quiet fear Dazzling lavender and tangerine promises Whisper joy through me with laughing Arrays of tender blossoms, dressed in prayers That praise the creator for all this beauty This wonderful grace and glory in floras Festive...

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an amused lilt adorns two crimson lips with a first glimpse into the deep saffron sunset of eve crystalline aquamarine pools cast a gaze taking delight in this time escaped wisps of your lemon gilded hair flee their bindings as we steal into the lilac-hued fields of night hand in hand, we behold the tangerine arc of the graceful sun slipping into...

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Keeping my coloring In hues of the softest Black and white Always inside the lines Where I can see The reflection of reticence Tempering the brilliance Of lively, dancing Colors, bold and vivid Awakening the spirit To dreams that are colored Like scarlet, cobalt And violet thoughts Whispering an elaborate Plan for senses That bless our hearts With light so bright It echoes into our souls Warming the music To agree with our feelings And...

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I wish I liked coloring books For my hobby might be cheaper, but it is not for I adore creating on canvases and painting them with acrylic paints. My nine year old granddaughter started this obsession by begging me to paint with her. I did not want to “waste” a canvas that day. Six years later I have five hundred canvases, none...

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The green song of Spring. A coloring book - the pages fluttering. Pastel azaleas blooming. Violet hyacinths hug a vertical space. Lemony tulips with lavish leaves. Iris cycloglossa ~ lilac, yellow, blue. A felicitous field of larkspur. Petrichor and dewdrop bliss. Sunkisst! 4/3/2020...

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~ Coloring Is Fun ~ ( Whitney's Kiss ) Coloring Books, are great fun So many Are to choose from Just awesome! For all moods, taste Get one, two, three, maybe more Color away, sky, indoor It's much fun. Learn, Pick Colors I just love...

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