Complexions Poems | Examples

The Desert of Dreams

Dream 
palms sprout, 
wetted by sweat. 
Like an eternal rainbow 
in the sand, Dubai entices 
the world. It’s not a mirage over 
the dunes, but a stunning truth of 
the spectacular opulence. The culture 
mixing in the palette of desert with tints and 
shades of all continents is sublime. Our forefathers 
with hopes flying like falcons voyaged across the vast 
risk on the Fat Boat. No land is worthless. Oil transformed 
the arid lives. Philanthropic passion abounds in the petrol poetry. 
This warm city is pregnant with promises. The expatriates with diverse 
dispositions and complexions are cozy in the emirate’s benevolent heart.


First published in The Literary Hatchet.

Sphere

Closed in the jar of fantacy, Of my own utopian sphere, Where, In the hands of divinity all the complexions lie. The moral world with no misdeed. Here, domains don't get old, No fret and wonder what the future will hold. Life goes blissfully as butterfly, With every gleeful entities on earth. The sphere of eternal love and peace, same as beautiful ceaseless sky. Engrossed by the idol beauty of the sphere, I forgot about the real one. Suddenly, the jar of fantacy broke, As I realized and awoke

accepting nothing less than joy and love

four generations of beautiful women
each one a reflection of her older version
their eyes are the same, their complexions similar
their smiles identical

each one proud, but not arrogant
four strong loving compassionate women
showing the world what motherhood looks like
except for the baby, but her turn is coming

a tribe of strong, passionate, joyful women
each one nurturing the next generation
expecting the best from her offspring
accepting nothing less than joy and love

GODS SCHEME- Ariddleculous Haiku? IN TIME?

A cat meows a dog barks.
When where when there then a dog 
meows? A cat barks? Sunset
Sunrise! The complexions! New skies
 complexions new surprise?
 It BEGINS AGAIN?! This TIME Sunset! 
Midnight flare? How then? It can?
A silent cry quiet night. 
There the DEATH  OF DIE! 
The sun has begun again to spin.

Sunset line! THREE morning TIME!
A CAT meows a dog barks.
BRILLIANT  SUN LIGHT! Where is the 
shade? Sight? There IS NOT the NIGHT!
Here was there DAY, DAY and DAY!
No was any more DARK! No misery
To spark the GLOOM! a kitten purrs
Perfectly pacified this is definite 
DEATHof DIE! Originally expressed 
As LIE. All IS persistently in SILENT
OF QUIET. NOTHING JUST DEAD DARK!
Is this a riddleful DREAM?! This IS 
REAL? No this IS JUST the GODS SCHEME!
THERE the ANKH! IN THE SKY! 
YEAH! Death has DIED! All IS now
Alive! We live we live we live WE LIVE!
WE LIVE!

Colorings

Brilliant complexions of colors in every shade imaginable

Driving Past the Fair

Fair is a word tossed between us,
quick breaths across wet teeth—
a fleeting agreement that nothing ever is,
except for our burning complexions
beneath the relentless, arid graze of summer sun.
The skin engaged in a heated debate.

But that was a different fair, much like the weather
which, on that day, was not.

The air thickened between us, choking in the scorch,
on the brink of calling it quits.
Then, we reached for each other's hair,
pleaching the fair fringe into a single French plait,
holding the tension steady with every strand—
a silent pact of reconciliation.

Flyaways re-tamed, we resumed our journey,
a fair sojourn toward the next fiery skirmish.
Over orange peels on the dashboard,
amidst a shared coffee, we lost ourselves—
debating whose turn to sip, which turn we missed that day.

Driving faster past the fairground,
children's screams echoed, tossing fares paid
like quarters ablaze in pockets emptied,
desperate for escape onto the open road.

The tollbooth's metallic throat protested with clangs
as change cascaded into the plexiglass bank,
accepting the expense to propel us forward
along the road until the next stop,
on our fairway.

Colorful

Colorful or Chimera Words - UPDATE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Placed 2nd
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Diversity brings excitement to life, the saying goes…
Hence, diverse colors on earth our nature bestows…
Amid sunrises and sunsets when the sky is clear,
Brilliant yellow, orange and red colors do appear.
As and when sunlight strikes the droplets of rain,
Magical arcs of colors take shape again and again.
Flowers and fruits of different plants and trees,
With their various colors, our eyes they please.
With their vivid colors, birds of different feather,
When seen flying together, enchant us altogether.
On their bodies with stripes, spots and patches,
Animals do feast us in forests, moving in batches.
It’s wonder to see people of different complexions,
Living together on earth, maintaining affections.
With its infinite shades, this planet of ours
Always tries to drench us in colorful showers.

One Love

One Love  
By Rebecca Dominique Morris 

What’s the difference between you and me 
Why can’t we be who we were  meant to be 
Is it because your black and I’m white? 
Because your complexions darker and mine is light?
Do we not all bleed the same blood? 
Why is my  race a barrier and something that can’t be understood?  
Just because we were born of different  origin  
Doesn’t mean you should judge me  because of the colour of my skin  
Our differences shouldn’t define what our souls feel 
Is what we feel not real ?are we not  both human and do our  hearts not  beat the same way? 
 Do we not live in the same world where the sun rises and falls each day ? Is it not the same god to who we pray? 
Why aren’t  our minds and body allowed to  connect 
Why is that something that we have to  forget
That people tell us they cannot  accept and therefore we should regret  
 Was  love not  created to  unite 
 Denial of a  basic human right 
So why allow it to be defined 
As despite my complexion ,  we are all gods creation and one  mankind

Ekphrasis Defined Baroque

grandoise absolutes
spectacularly figured
complexions

Ekphrasis Defined Baroque

grandiose absolutes-
spectacularly figured
complexions

cover to cover -

oh, heaven …

the enigma of her face ...
its melting mysteries and moody veneers -
when shadowy and despondent
like a brumal, aching, mist-muddled beach
wild tresses framing it
like a surf-swept seaweed
sandy spindrift
left tossed by her squall
then …
the haze lifts -
irises - star sapphires, shimmering
glistening like the wash of the Milky Way
her smile blooms forth
as a dazzling midday meadow
splashed thick with bluebells and promise
and all that manic magic ...
cinematic surprises from there-to-here
rages of rouge, bawdy blushes
and pale complexions, pitiful
the multitude of transitions and tones -
all my undoing
and all divine …

oh heaven.








( this is a simple form I created called “Bookend Free Verse - I hope you enjoyed it )

Sense of Direction

10/8/22

Never mind
There is no better time
One way to find out if I'll ever find
What's on the separate side

It took more than seven tries
To get it right, after eleven nights
In the midst of a hectic life
While there was red in the skies
Had to stay at it instead of waiting to be next in line

Take heed folks
Of these notes
Far too often we boast
Friction with each stroke
Eventually the machine broke
Behind all the weed smoke
And C-Notes
Perched beyond speed boats
Men in green coats
In the end, fate was decided by three votes

Nearby a pile of wood ash
Knowing I could crash
Trying my best to go down a good path
She always looks pass
Difficult at first was how I took that
I stood at
The crossroads then pushed back

Without exception
There is continual deception
It's 2022 yet areas still have no reception
Times of self-reflection
I've had hardly any connection
As well as zero affection

Without a question
People still obsessed with
Elections and skin complexions
This pitiful concept spreads like an infection

Such pettiness I pay no attention
While going in and out the dimension
Making sure to always have a sense of direction

Frolic

gravitating together,
       children - puffy fat in snowsuits - grasp 
                 one another's mittened hands, 
in-line unison,
        their fall backwards into a soft ridge of snow
       
kid-laughter dances on the bending wind of cold
       saturated tones of silliness
       freefall play
       repeated in fresh drifts with puckish twists
       newfound layers of warmth
with ruddy, winter-worn complexions

an untroubled time
      in the bruised abundance of snow
                               etched by imprints
winter's candy floss to children 
       life-loving voices that torch the chilling air
                                                               with joy
before heartbreak is definable
before bindings shape their toil




Poem composed February 20, 2022

Tenebrous Night

Tenebrous night steals autumn days,
Invading ink subtracts the breath of light,
With tarnished mingling edge,
With dusty dusk’s laments.

Tenebrous night of immutable grave,
Infiltrating melanin loots the golden glow,
Where criminal and crucifix sink,
Where dream and delirium drown.

We are merely complexions of being
With frivolous hearts,
Chalking pigment lines to cleave
The cloak of skin we all share,
Chasing the encasing that divides us. 

Across the planet, lines of disparity,
	          Lines of uneven imparity,
Across the globe, lines of ruling class, 
	          Lines of the toilers and indigent class.

We are merely complexions of  being 
	        Carving rich from poor, 
	                Along lines of race and class. 
We dread what may come to pass.

Tenebrous night our final gasp,
         The tenuous squandered
                             Dwindling light we grasp.

Published in Dissident Voice: November 28th, 2021

Selfies of Yesteryear

Face to face
   recognise the mood 
read the character
          follow the eyes 
that say it all

Sensitivity
     of the once living 
faces 
 hair styles     complexions 
apparent  natural
        &imperfect

 conceived by another
 from time immemorial 
      the fascination 
                  remains

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