Short Colour In Poems

Piet Mondrian-
           symmetrical colour in parallel lines...

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The colour in a flower
Majestic mountain views
A sunset that never dies-
Compareth not with
The Grace in human eyes-...

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The colour in a flower
Majestic mountain views
A sunset that never dies-
Compareth not with
The Grace in human eyes-...

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Painted by East wind
Cascades of colour in air
Tall trees are now bare
Looking down on flown offspring
Proud of what they have created...

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sunsets colour in his eyes
midnights cold in his path
his touch burns flesh
his stare cripples men
the world has fallen 
the grass is gone 
and kisses missed...

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UNENDING BEAUTY

The colour in a flower
Majestic mountain views
A sunset that never dies-
Compareth not with
The Grace in human eyes-

Re-post inspired by Julia's contest...

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she walks
straight and tall
the aroma she emulates
fills the room

dressed in style
looks as though 
should be on a canvas
"Lily a vision in pink"

all want her by their side
giving them colour in their lives
standing out in a crowd 
bringing a smile to faces.

a champion in the bouquet of life


Penned 23/08/2016...

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I spell it humour, you may spell it humor
The ‘correct’ spelling of this word is important 
‘U’ need humour in your life 
If ‘U’ don’t have it, your world will be dull
The same rule applies to colour
‘U’ need colour in your life too
So please humour me with my spelling and ‘U’ can have some fun 

Jan Allison
4th October 2014 ...

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Mirror of the Great Invisible Spirit 
A globe of faces radiant with life 
A crystal ball with every colour in it 
A house of souls united without strife 
A kingdom made of perfect pearls without cracks 
With intellectual mind anointed 
So that his gold splendour will reign and relax 
For the mirror to birth rays unpointed 
Of every colour and face for the Spirit...

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The bottles of gin are all empty,
The pipes have long since been lit:
Where is the Lethean water that can truly make me forget?
Where is the perfect opiate that can stem the tide of regret?

You were the colour in autumn, 
You were the light in the lamp-
Your caravan moves on without me, taking the goods from the camp.
Now I am left here, forgotten: a gypsy, a wretch, a tramp....

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November’s Saint

I watch Truman’s Capote's tale
in November
the south, trapped in frost
bare, naked to the eye

a penury of snow
like poor folk clothes
hardly enough to cover
the jagged edges of bones.

a boy eking out love
as a winter bird
searches for warmth
huddled against the wind.

days sad and drab
the only colour in paper kites
and dime movies
shared with a friend....

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compact forms
             subtle
                 a sketch simpified
             coarse made smooth

a transparent glow
        over a layered line
          time discerned

a depth of plane
          colour in outline
          the symbolic exaggerated
       in sharpened
             perceptions

the serene
            made beautiful
      a vision felt&seen
an
   affirmation
                  of life...

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My world is in darkness,
Lit only by the stars.
The trees stand as lifeless figures;
longing for the magic of photosynthesis.
The hills lie in despair;
looking like giant bodies scattered all around.
Everything in my world is in darkness:
Waiting desperately for the sun to rise in my life.
The sunrise of love,
To light my world,
And bring out the colour in my life.
I await for the day the sun will rise,
For I am but a faceless shadow,
Longing for her....

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There was no colour in the nude
and skin deep fire was raging
not leaving much of a trail.

A Janus cat,
that is our man of polity
with two faces.

Walking alone at midnight,
that is larger than life, on
death of a galaxy, where -

the crack of dawn meets
dandelion to decide the course
of bloody day. They were –

coming in huge lots to kneel
and kiss the hands of their master,
who will leave his signature –

in deep cleavage. Who was
guarding the doorway to
my sleep ?


Satish Verma...

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She was a roller coaster of happiness
 She was the life of the party
 Her smile, a ray of sunshine
 And she could party hearty!

 She fell in love
 When autumn leaves were gold
 She'd  met him on the internet 
 Unexpected storms came with the cold

 She weathered the storm
 and their love grew strong
 Her heart was all aglow
 with love's sweet song

 A sea of colour in spring
 in yellow, pink, and red
 were still swaying in the wind
 When we heard she had shot her lover dead!...

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