Colors Poems - Poems about Colors

Look at the sky, different colors are seen. Vibrant, cool, and warm colors make lives joyful and bring hope....

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I've seen it all Very crystal clear How people Judge and condemn What they don't understand or can't control. I've seen it all Without a blurry vision How people spit at you When you hit the rock bottom. I've seen it all The support is small When you're building But very massive When you start winning. I've seen it all I keep contemplating...

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peach is on the rose since orange sun shines so bright earth's bathed in warm light redbirds are singing of yellow saffron summer near garden stunners sapphires in the sky vagrant clouds have gone missing gold fields glistening sunshine rose fragrance colors and green everywhere butterflies in air...

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The Fourth of July is almost here, it will be hot but will it be clear? Fireworks made me pee my pants, all wet but I will still dance. Pretty colors do not run in fear....

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Ben and Cora Green had seven children, like calendar pages turning; Each one born on a different weekday, like mango sun, forever burning. Zoe was pretty, with big eyes and dimples, while Leah loved dancing, Yet, Bill was sort of a pessimist; like when mystic trouble is glancing. Edward had a zeal for jogging, while Ruth ran many errands...

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warm green days have come and candy striped rainbow skies buttercup surprise bee visits red rose near the house of gold treasure ~ sweet beyond measure purple lilies please through sparkling emerald days or orange dusk rays mornings minty fresh yield to sage evening at last ~ and mauve mist forecast...

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Mankind generates the utmost malevolent deeds Sustaining corruption and ignoring those in need Beholding a mirror, peering at the countenance Dereliction of the conscious is an annoyance As the darkness envelops callusing hearts and eyes Even when...

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In our universe so vast, life and death is an interpretation. In our life, we hold dear sadness, and joy is an imagination. Our life is full of colors, or so we assume, But there are no colours — just the product of our brains. Reality is beyond what we imagine. What we see around is just an illusion. Nothing is...

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A Kaleidoscope, my best toy! Hours flew as new colors emerged, A cascade of abstract-colored joy Myriad patterns of colors surged. Colorful glass in serpentine slides, Slithered across an imagined sky. Is there a lunar planet that hides, in colored glass as time hurries by? I pretended the colors were stars, I could travel on one of my choice. I would sing songs as we...

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We Run The Color's Loud Up High! Red, Yellow, Blue, Green ...

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Misty roses, red with pink haze, orange lilies; Lilac promenade. Purple pansies on the porch, dusk soon to carry the torch. 'At last' roses, peach chocolate cosmos, shrouded, Yellow daisies smile. Gardens loved to distraction, yet hold a strong attraction. Blue irises, blurred and black cherry carnations, near green hydrangeas. Subdued belles wear nature's veil in hued dawn, of small detail....

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As a child, colors weave the way I dream, Then what I feel and how I perceive. My humming voice a dandelion stream. Carnation pink, fairytales I used to believe. As I grow my color palette shifts, From rainbow of softness to only neutral gray. I wear black heels, prepare neon gifts For dinner parties I have to stay. Sometimes I remember, how...

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Soon dawn at plum morn though pearly moon still keeps watch, for the golden end. Afternoon's recalled in dreams adorned in wild color schemes. Memory Lane sleeps as orange noon is coming, after dusk scarlet. Lemon-lime hours revisit and bluebird returns vivid. Pink skies are coming a jade past is repeating, since tomorrow's gone. Time's fallen asleep, at last skewing the future and past. ...

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The colors of the dying summer. The nature's splendid farewell They're orange, red and vivid yellow. The fall rings loud chroma bell Gold, crimson, ruby, lemon, amber. The most glamorous palette Unhurried drive. Upstate New York. And beauty I wouldn't soon forget October 29, 2020 New York, USA (c) 2020...

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my eyes tried to tell you golden and round the setting sun peeks over sloping mountaintops while cobalt shadows inch into the rust-brown crevices like a silent blanket smothering the light of day the moon will be full or so they say on the six o’clock weather report there is no sign of rain until the clouds reappear and the ring around the...

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