Hues Poems

Hues

I would’ve lived on
in a life composed of shades—
Black, white, and million kinds of gray.
Pulsing hearts rarely made sense
when even blood was 
the shade of cooled cement.

That’s why you’re a mystery—

Your eyes are vibrant, water dancing
in a grace I cannot name.
They look like celestial crystals—
like if heaven has a shape;

Your hair warm, like autumn 
before

Salmon Sunset

Salmon pink horizon beguiles as I towel dry
Upon a muted canvas morphs hues at sunset.
The lake decants of its waders and pontoons.  
Mirrored waters tranquil—a soothing elixir.
Tidy up and make camp for the night.

The campsite invited blissful slumber.
Natural waters reflected frond umbrellas.
An artificial lake at once sequestered.
Fuchsia shades spackled across dusky skies.
All had surfaced—I

Ink Hues On A Winding Road

Ink Hues On A Winding Road 
Chapters turning 
Leaves falling 
Story telling 
Intrigued animation serine 
Deeper in every page sink beneath 
Verge of complex themes 
Rewrite unbound verses 
Limitless parallel rendered 
Lost in absurdities 
Books for miles dusty planted in libraries 
Sophisticated torrent 
All the effort is worth it 
Writers block 
Brainstorming your thoughts 
Achieve

Kaleidoscopic Life

                                            Kaleidoscopic Life

         

Rainbow Hues

I’m ruby red for passion
Blue sapphire like the sky
Turquoise like the ocean
These gems I have inside

Bluish green in daytime
Purplish red at night
Alexandrite symphony
Reveals my inner light

An amethyst so peaceful 
It brings me inner calm
Aquamarine tranquility 
My soul sings along

Bloodstone for courage
Citrine golden hues
Diamond strength for purity
So many gems to choose

I was born from stardust
Gems of

Silver 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) 

Happy Hues of Time

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)

Old School

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

Changing Hues

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.

Insidious Hues

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

Echoes of Dawn TRI

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

A Sacrificial Lamb

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

Clouds of Grey Hues

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

Hues

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

The golden hues scatter, they age, stepping softly into the twilight

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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