Short Burnt Sienna Poems
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burnt sienna buds
on limbs and brindle branches
emerging life
When I saw her eyes were burnt sienna,
and her lips were purple plaid,
when she said she wasn’t my kid’s teacher,
boy, was I ever sad.
Colored pencils in an artist’s even hand
sketch rolling fields of wavy grass
sprouting from the barren plain
of barren pages.
Now she reaches for Burnt Sienna.
Pastel
Burnt sienna
Tinged the golden flame-
Reflecting raw umbery on the
Red earth
Unseen
A bluish buff
Grizzled a silver grain
Into lavender scented
Shadows
Pastel
Burnt sienna
Tinged the golden flame-
Reflecting raw umbery on the
Red earth
Unseen
A bluish buff
Grizzled a silver grain
Into lavender scented
Shadows
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
Listen to poem:
autumn winds rousing about
singed leaves of burnt sienna
twirling dance of sweet demise
~ bide snow wintry grave
AP: 1st place 2022
Submitted on September 30, 2020 for contest WRITING CHALLENGE - DODOITSU sponsored by CONSTANCE LA FRANCE - RANKED 1ST
Spring brings forth blossoms
African violet hues
Amazon green leaves
Summer in full throttle twirls
Into burnt sienna hearts
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Colors: African violet(lavender), Amazon(dark green), Burnt sienna(rust-orange)
Love of nature expressed about the Red Bud Tree
beautiful
is evenfall
when sky
begins to blaze
and clouds appear as
plush pillows
floating
persimmon
on a
comforter
with rich threads
of burnt sienna
and scarlet interlaced
draped
over my valley
May 15, 2020
title chosen: Option 2: Evenfall
for the 'Pick-A-Title, Vol 17 - Yalto -' Poetry Contest of Edward Ibeh
“Dead leaves do not cease to exist. They live in another form, may be as nutrient to quicken another life. That way, every death is a doorway to another life”. ~ By Poet
Last leaves of the ancient maple, yellowed and frayed,
Fluttering and dancing silently in mellowed stillness,
Nose dived into the burnt sienna ground below,
To become fodder for the saplings of spring.
Soft yellow
streaked
the terra cotta
shadowing
the sallow saffron
a bluish buff;
the flaxen rubrical
rain-bow tinted
mandarine
unseen
tinged burnt sienna
reflecting raw umbery
on the green;
mosaic gold
mottled the sorrel
virent yellow
stained
a pale apricot
redish rust
and dotting
the lind
crimson
Turning a crimson red
In a burnt sienna field
Flowers thrive in the rain
Delighted in the warm sun
There were specks of deep blue
Fulfilling the fields glory
Yellow and red beauty
Showered and littered around
The orange sun peaks above
And the ground shines of color
Never mind the attempts
Mist tries to deploy, blanket
To cover the beauty
That God has given us all
Flowers still full color
All throughout the living field
Russell Sivey
I caught me a billowing passion fish
A sky burnt sienna and wild
to the delight of my meandering, cotton-tailed heart
to the release of the infinite sigh...
You grew.
The tips of my fingers stung raw
The clouds taggle tugged at the strings
My mind raced with flurries and tremulous worries
and other monstrosity things.
I won the race with the finicky sky.
Your fish to my water-logged heart
Eventually, we gazed from the ground
Sweet hands intertwined from afar...
Form:
Morning fog was parting for the day's performance,
and an audience of just me sat cross legged,
waiting for ghosts.
They appeared slowly, one by one.
Old whalers, freighters and, fifty yards out,
slate grey bones scarred with burnt sienna,
a young trawler.
A Cormorant dried its wings on the wheelhouse,
primary feathers spread, glistening ebony,
tattered like a tramp's raincoat.
The surf whispered warnings.
February 4th 2016
For contest 'The Sea shore' sponsor- Craig Cornish