Hues Poems - Poems about Hues

A Hall of Mirrors ill conceived With dark reflections to deceive From front or back and side to side Each look impounds what time proscribes Were you looking in or looking out When Alice voiced her final shout A dozen clonings a thousand views The glass your jailer — in silver hues (Dreamsleep: June, 2025) ...

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L-ook U-pon C-rimson Y-ears, G-azing A-t R-ed C-olor I-mparted A-round ©bfa060225 Monocrostic (Birthday of Lucy Garcia)...

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They're smiling leniently don’t be silly You can’t be apolitical these days I’m smiling back I don’t trust them initially, It doesn’t fall under a criminal offence I’m fascinated by the incongruous lines Just look at those familiar shapes, distorted The early cubist paintings make them shine Not blindingly, but just how you would want it Ambiguous light of green and brown...

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A tricolor dream, a vibrant call, Green, white, and red embracing all. A nation's heart in hues so bright, A beacon shining pure and light. Green, the promise, fertile grace, Where roots run deep in every space. A thriving land where hopes take flight, And future blossoms pure and bright. White, the purity, a mountain's gleam, A tranquil peace, a flowing stream. And kindness blends...

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The autumn leaves Are changing their hues From verdant greens To kaleidoscope views. Touches of winter in the breeze Summers done a fading scene. October brings the hunters moon November weaves on a Frozen loom. And with the thaw All is renewed. Hints of Spring A rain deluge. The fragrance clings From nature's bloom. Song birds sing Their mating tunes. As the leaves on trees Are changing hues. ...

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Between dusk and dawn lie vampiric hues, they grow and become sticky on the skin; Leaving a melancholic midnight bruise, the day ends so another can begin; Wandering beneath artificial light, brighter than the lit skyline they sparkle; Their insidious backdrop of the night joins the city’s underlying circle; Finessing the darkest urban vision, fireproof they fade in the softest shadows; Moving with so much...

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The morning sun broke soft and bright, A canvas painted hues anew. With dreams and hopes in gentle light, The day began with a golden hue. A canvas painted hues anew, She breathed in possibilities, In morning’s grace, she found her peace. With dreams and hopes in gentle light, The day unfolded fresh and clear. A moment’s calm, so sincere. The day began with a...

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This was one of the first poems I wrote when new at Poetry Soup.com five years ago and I received a wonderful welcome from the lovely poetess Connie Marcum Wong. White daisy's in a wicker basket graced the tiny metal casket where his lifeless body now lay.. Family and friends wrought with grief shook their heads in disbelief, as he...

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Clouds of grey hues, Swim across the air above. A dove is flying high, Racing to reach his nest below. You can feel the rain, Drizzling droplets from the sky. Pouring as it comes, Faster and faster raindrops fly. The soil becomes saturated by water. Flowers dancing mirthfully, Through their pads where they rooted. Blades of grass seem...

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My life is a collection of hues brilliant and inert partly painted with pain and blood, a hodgepodge of wine and dirt. Fold in the deepest oceans with a splash of goodbye tears mix with hot burning coals of a 'please come back' yearning that's lasted all these years. I'll never be the freshly pinched cheeks of...

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The golden hues scatter, they age, stepping softly into the twilight, Velvet angels of summer falling, amid leaves seeking the calm of the earth, Gardens of grapes, unripened purple gems, with sweet blood untouched by sun, And I, the armorer of autumn, forging upon it, an armor of remembrance. Beneath the emerald vault, ephemeral stories breathe their last, In a...

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Where dreams sit, in the moments just before a smile – in the hesitance just before a word – in the memory who holds so much light,… there are the hues of heartfelt. ~ quote by poet Music fades beyond the stars, sky lit softly, In wonders so inviting, nights alive, With joy as I appreciate the melodies, Forgiving...

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Colors are like a vibrant symphony, A kaleidoscope of hues for us to see. From red to blue, green to yellow, Each shade is unique and mellow. Orange is the color of warmth and cheer, While purple brings a regal atmosphere. Pink is sweet and playful in its own way, And black is bold and daring every day. White is pure, a blank...

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The walls felt like it was caving in, The coldness of the room gave me shivers, The dimness of the room that once comforted me Now leaves me distraught. Stepping in, I felt a surge of anxiety; The bad memories that I had once suppressed resurfaced. And it felt like I was going back To those days I've tried to...

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As the year ends, its hues trickle down into a bewitched sunset, Beneath autumn's brown cheeks, the sky is boldly dusted, With summer's goodbye in a yellow garb, it laid over the lands, The earth's heart in seed, for bouquets shunned, from desires begged. Trills of roses, entangled in the pretentious bloom of narcissi, A swarm of dandelions that detach...

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