Orange pumpkin fellow
watches October’s moon from his nice front lawn view -
full yellow!
Dying rose bed
sees forest green leaves turning to
blood red
Not cold
is fall’s warm hue -
Gold.
Orange pumpkin fellow
sees forest green leaves turning to
gold!
A stunning gold array
Vivid colours that will touch a heart forevermore
on display
Autumn shades glow
Seeing dazzling colours galore
on show
So fine
Hues to adore
Shine
A stunning gold array
Seeing dazzling colours galore
Shine
Gold and ruby droplets
dripped
from the park's trees
that had once
glowed in green.
I drove along
the Cottonmill road
as I pulsated
with Autumn's bloodstream.
Summer's heat
was a dimming memory
as Autumn painted
fresh stories
with God's colors.
I pulled out
of the park
as nature's canvas
labored behind me.
autumn colors begin
slowly at first then explode into woods aflame
first frost falls
chilling each leaf's core
awesome colors bring mountains fame
not shore
red, gold
beauty exclaims
fall
autumn colors begin
awesome colors bring mountains fame
fall
Hazy summer screen drifts away,
satin cobalt sky exudes azure sapphire glow
of blue bay.
Autumn’s hues crawl,
trees create golden fresco, show
leaves fall.
Crowns of dew
on fawn grass grow
new.
Hazy summer screen drifts away,
trees create golden fresco show,
new.
Written: September 8, 2026, for a contest sponsored by: Mohan Chutani
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Spurred colors sown with care
the green yields to a crimson flush, heaven to dream
brave stride dare
wind weaves pale shroud
stoutly struck a spark in the stream!
thick cloud!
stare space
embrace gold gleam
grace!
spurred colors sown with care
stoutly struck a spark in the stream
grace!!
Your colors matter
Wear the ones that speak to you
Bathe and eat them
Color can give you comfort
Artisans know this
They stimulate your dendrites
Right colors will inspire
Never ending bright blue skies,
Large, grassy green fields,
Small brown hills and tall, full autumn trees.
Favorite people and large, soft-colored blankets,
Clear bright skies with sporadic white clouds to shape,
Colorful desserts and red Kool-Aid galore.
Multicolored rainbows after a soft, cleansing rain,
Pink-and-white polka-dotted umbrellas,
Soft yellow bedsheets to sleep beneath.
No grays, no sadness, no tears...
Just a happy, colorful heaven.
may starts summer off.
june best month with birds singing.
july a 250 birthday.
aug is summer ending soon?
fall dressed in pretty colors.
She rummaged in the children's toy box, with a grin,
Found a little tube where sunshine tumbled in.
She spun the colored glass through to amber, gold and bright,
To let every broken feeling borrow some light.
As she turned the tube, dark blue was the hue.
Then yellow skipped and giggled by, changing the view.
Red sulked a while, then orange set it aflame,
And green forgot the reason it felt the same.
She shook the stars; they tumbled into the light.
A little mess of confetti became a small delight.
The gloomy shapes still waited in their place.
But sunshine found a laughing crease across their face.
Some hurts were sharp, as worries rolled around.
Yet every twist showed a different pattern to astound.
With golden surprises dancing through the blue-grays,
As the glass taught her new ways to brighten her days.
So suffering stayed—no trick could make it cease.
But the playful whirl of colors brought some peace.
As she watched, the whole room seemed to brightly glow,
With a child-like spectrum only the children know.
Tie-Dye in July
Everyone has different colors inside them,
and they express them differently.
Personally, mine would be:
Red for love,
Blue for sadness,
Yellow for happiness,
Purple for dreams,
Black for pain,
Green for growth.
See, when people only see the outside,
they create theories and make a whole story
and start judging other people by their color—
not only their color,
but the story they create about who they are.
Sometimes I just wish people would get to really know a person,
so much that everyone’s colors could combine
and make a big rainbow,
so that we could all put our differences together
and make something beautiful.
Even the people judging have colors inside.
Everyone has different colors,
and they express them differently.
I wear colors without apology
I love who I love
No fear no shame no need to hide -
I carry my truth with love and pride
Every step tells my story
Every smile shows my light
I'm enough just as I am
And I'll always shine bright
The world prefers the versions that smile.
It asks for bright colors and steady steps,
so it is easy to build a porcelain house
and speak only in the cadence of pleasantries.
It is safer to let them look at the painting,
rather than the canvas underneath.
But the beautiful tragedy of a disguise
is that it keeps the storm entirely inside.
Behind the curated quiet and the gentle gaze,
there is a vast, unmapped ocean,
swirling with the colors of midnight
and thoughts too heavy for the afternoon.
Tho there is a strange comfort in the distance.
To watch the world move from behind the glass,
knowing the truest parts of the soul
remain safely tucked away in the shadows,
untouched by the careless hands of daylight.
If the world is a poem,
then each line contains a sky,
and each stanza is a breath
that refuses to be final.
We are the echo and the echoer,
the question and the quiet answer,
a constellation of colors
born of a single seed of light.
I had seen this bottle before;
It reeked of musk and seemed so sore.
Years of grime, ink, and time
Stuck to the surface like a rusty mine.
And only after using it did I
Understand the reason why
The shiny bits of life become dull
Because happiness ends up being null .
Carbon might become diamond under pressure
Yet it still does not give a measure
Of Whether we end up as a flawless bell
Or A hollow shell.
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