Hue Poems - Poems about Hue

A blooming hue

A catepillar veils,
In a colourless shell,
To sprout its hued wings

Blue-the hue of sadness

Blue, the color of the ocean, mirrors the tears that streamed down my face when you said goodbye. It's the hue of the lies I told, 
the hidden pain that the world never saw, 
the ache in my heart when you expressed hatred—a sentiment I feared was true. 
Two years have passed, 
yet I'm trapped

Spring's Teasing Hue

Springtime has arrived,
And so has her yellowing;
Shading everything:-
And when her rains have fallen,
Yellow puddles spring up; achoo!

I Didn’t Pick This Pixelated Hue!

I didn’t pick this pixelated hue,
Blind browser of flesh, what’s wrong with you?
Am I just a bug—some system glitch?
Or a firestorm code you can’t enrich?

You see a low-res thumbnail, tagged and filed,
But my spirit runs free—uncompiled.
Stuck in filters, default schemes,
You can’t decode my quantum dreams.

This isn’t a status, a picture frame;
I’m pure data, unchained—untamed.
A network

HOLY COVERING HUE-

HOLY COVERING HUE

Holy is waiting on you 
To do embrace what it do 
                  ~
Receive your rescue 
Holy is waiting on you 
               

Hue-Man

Express yourself no matter how different it seems
It helps the world create love frequencies of color themes

The desperation of newness is of dire need
We learn from difference; some need to take heed

Tradition is being sub-consciously stubborn to change
Evolution come from creative conscious ideas exchange

A box is nowhere near imagining while you create
Creation far from the

Cerulean's a vibrant hue

Cerulean’s a vibrant hue that sounds so avant-garde;
if it were an aroma, ‘twould be hanging out with nard. 

It’s found with fuchsia and chartreuse, out sampling IPAs,
with amaranth and indigo, takes in a Becket play.

It fought with a cetaceous crowd and nearly came up short,
but managed to reduce to ’blue’ their name in lower court.

Give

red white and hue

fear not dear maids
liberation
dragons been seen
chasing its own tale
sow prophecy 
sweater

a stark hue rainbow

a stark hue rainbow
over the cemetery —
light dark lace corset

Faded Hue of Pale

Based on the song, Whiter Shade of Pale

Sung By Glenn Hughes
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Faded Hue of Pale

We twirled in a wild Spanish dance,
spinning in circles on the floor,
I was becoming white and ill.

And all the people yelled for more,
as the place was clapping loudly,
and my mind was blown away.

I really wanted more booze,
and it came with no delay.

And

Lavender Flames

Blushed rose shaking hands with hues of cerulean,
bluish sighs in pinkish alibis,
softly whispering to the lilacs, gently
blowing, through the winds of amethyst,
a vision of majestic promises,
poetry on the lingering feelings of a light,
poured out on the soul who can see past yesterday,
into tomorrow’s plum, rose-tinted tendrils,
graceful, surrendering to the seas,
drifting out to believe, intimate waves,
soothing

Love's Mosaic: Finding You in Every Hue

If I ever found myself in a room full of people I've loved
You'd be there twice
Because in every person I've loved after you
I've tried to find a piece of you
If you mix together all the colors in the world you get black 
And if I mix everyone I've loved, I get a mosaic of you.

MIDST THE TUMULTUOUS HUE-

 come forth my darling
sit here next to me
cover me my embrace
stand before me allow me to taste
thine your sweetest, sweet nectar
pour your tears onto my feet
place your precious heart
entirely within my soul, I'll keep
midst the tumultuous hue
give me you


1/4/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©

The Drink Of Golden Hue

My sleep breaks every morning when I hear
the first chatter of a couple of grey pigeon,
from their nest made outside the window near,
I know it’s time to get up, take the new day on.

I see a slice of sparkling sky through the window,
emerge from the veil of night as the dulcet dawn,
changing color by minutes

A Blood-Red Hue

As the cycles of night and day renew,
a rising sun inks ebony skies blue.
And making crystal drops of morning dew
sparkle like diamonds, Dawn's first light breaks through.

While the horizon bleeds a blood-red hue,
the twinkling stars disappear right on cue.
And an owl breaks the silence with a "whoo,"
as shifting silhouettes slip into view.

And a rooster crows

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