Hued Poems - Poems about Hued

Out of the womb of seedless water came her birth, And no less than always has been her silent beauty; Radiant essence, crowning the earth’s heavenly throne:- She’s a special reflective bouquet of God’s creativity; Mothering sun smoothing each of her rays into its chosen place As her regal dome challenges the matter of her crowning magnanimity:- Her celestial realm is...

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The winter of our discontent is over, the Merciful God of the oppressed has seen to the de-icing of our hued souls; and the blossoming essence of our liberation. The grapes of spring are plentiful and the heat of the sun is upon them but they must not be allowed to become like raisins wrinkled in the winds of time. Hued grapes of...

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Many-hued pubs bid me welcome As would friends on the street And so does Cromwell Bridge Where long ago we first met. I see the fields where we played And plucked up the kerry violets. I gaze out over the dark bay Reflecting our lives as glass. Memories live but a...

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Hued hint of autumn I descry, as cotton cloud fleet floats away across end-summer sapphire sky, beguiled birds bathe in the blue bay. As the meadow gets shades of fawn, hued hint of autumn I descry. Spectrum spills from palette of dawn, as fall’s footfall looms on the sly. From sun-burnt tawny trees leaves fly, gilded with blazing gold donned...

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I know that every time I see The pink-hued blossoms of a tree There’s no way I can feel depressed, For this is Nature at her best. The rosy petals gently sway When breezes blow and if they stay Some flowers flutter through the air And near the trunk add color there. Throughout the spring, these trees retain Their beauty and will...

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OF AN EBONY HUED MID-SUMMER NIGHT DREAM (Apropos of We Kings, Queens, and The Fiery Furnace) Indeed, this is a day the Lord has made:- Considering last night’s revelation dreaming, Waking up into this day the Lord has made, I must enjoy and be glad for being still vertical. Although “The Great Dream” may have been deferred, Indeed, it has not been...

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A curve of sky in a corner cusps a smooth, thick dusting of carrot-mauve hues tonight. Drapes over heather trees whose arms and hands bend with this drowsy sky as it starts to fall asleep- the cyrean "silk" upon which this cantaloupe tint is traced, daubed, by the brushstrokes of Mother Nature; is ready for the deep onyx doves-with halos- of a cold...

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The wisps of the climbing clouds float slowly away, brushing the azure of the end-summer’s ashen sky. The returning birds bathe in the glint of the blue bay, in the twilight gleam to the amber nests they all fly, as autumn arrives gathering crystal ambiance on way. The sunburst horizon’s transparent curtain drawn, splits the...

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I paused, the moonlight to inhale As I put my steep climb on hold Thick grape vines held tight in my grasp. On I climbed to clutch a buttress My breath reduced unto a gasp. On I clambered higher to clasp The dark hued castle tower cap I donned my rig to glide away And soar over broad moonlit vale. 7/5/2021 Writing Prompt -...

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Grass clutch to the music of dew when spring is near. When you glide, the breeze brings an impactful smell. The spring can hold the most sway; it will indeed appear. Although sunbeams are splendid, the clouds are scant. Sea waves play tunes, and hued spring blossoms inhale. God gives us the spring climate as a merciful necklet. I look...

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Oh, I just like to roam, into a forest hued with green; where the trees have created a roof dome, ...

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The mystery seeds I received in mail, I did not order, truly surprised me a lot. Before these got rotten, and turned stale, out of curiosity I put these in earthen pot. In the care of the hot summer sun, nursed by me with profuse water spray, before the due time sprouting had begun, their special traits, maybe this tried to convey. Soon...

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Colourful autumn Withered claret fronds from trees cascade down Turn of queen of seasons to wear the scarlet crown As gilded autumn arrives,shafts of golden sun slant low Subtle farewell to summers in turquoise skies glow Breath of night coiled around rusty trees in lonesome fields Soft dew sprayed upon yellow meadows from bottle of mist unsealed Pristine pale...

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HUED DAWN RISES When the hued dawn rises from the horizon in flair I find my mind morphing into a beautiful butterfly. On its wings the tapestry of dream begins to fly with all the colors of the heart to the future. The fractured future tumbles in the sunset storm, the battered butterfly loses wings in its wake. Restive mind wonders how...

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A Sable Hued Syllabic Awakening… (For Richard Wright) Even snakes have love… but no one wants their embrace; such coiled loneliness… Yet nature provides… eggs are laid…babies are hatched and snakes slitter on. Pity…we’re not snakes… our eggs denied their seeds… food for the human mongoose. Yet…we are like dough… rising in our due season… and nature provides the time. Hunger games return… and the predators are back; let the prey...

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