Short Yellow Brown Poems
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Prairie Sunflower
Golden yellow brown center
Highly invasive
Tough Helianthus
Maximilianii, groups
Of many flowers
drops of color
from the painter's palette
blue, orange, yellow, brown, gray, red
in infinite blackness
the planets turn
Trees in leafy crowns
Of red orange yellow brown
Yet no birds bow down
For Brian Strand's Images of Fall contest
RED, YELLOW, BROWN, BLACK
THESE ARE THE PEOPLE WHITE PEOPLE ATTACK
BLACK, BROWN, YELLOW, RED
THEY'D JUST PREFER THAT YOU ALL WERE JUST DEAD
Red, Black, Yellow - Brown or White
During the day or - late at night
- When Life is lost
- It’s too great a cost
No justification can make it right.
‘ Robust Leaves ’ Haiku # 3
Red, Gold, Yellow, Brown
Orange … Break and Blow-Around
Robust Leaves, Fall Down
(Hey folks... Can You Say Ornje (Smile)
where your push down
feel your bound
here's the sound
get out the ground
hold hands together stand
have a plan
black yellow brown or white
this is
HOW TO FIGHT
FOR YOUR RIGHTS
when theyer small
play near a water fall
with a water ball
they come together
in bad or good weather
some or black yellow brown
and white its there right
to take them in
LET THE KIDS HAVE FREIENDS
pins and needles sewn across the bed in threads of yellow-brown and rosy, red stitched across my sheets and embroidered to my bed and pillow eye to eye with pins and needles a prickly pair pinned to my bed and pillow
leaving on a breeze
swirling red yellow brown page
embarks into blue
Red, yellow, brown and green
All colours will be seen
Love this time of year ~ fill your cup
Hot chocolate, hats , scarfs gloves cosy up
Log fires lite in gardens brings dazzled light
As days get shorter ~ blazing sight
Kicking leaves, roasting chestnuts magic in the air
Orange and yellow, brown and red,
Colours abound in this Autumn season.
The sun still shines, but the air is crisp.
October temperatures change without reason.
Before us lies the Winter we dread,
Ending our Autumn, all too soon.
Retiring its reign, with the full harvest moon.
Knee deep the little boy stands
in a heap of river sand,
feeling each stone with his hand.
Only the rounded ones he likes,
could be black or yellow, brown or white
plain or shiny, dull or bright.
He keeps them by his window sill
all lovingly come together in his bottle.
For Rick Parise's contest---Stones
A bright sunny day
A sea of blue sky
Patches of white clouds
All in different shapes
It is cooler now
The trees are changing
They are shedding leaves
The colors have changed
To red , yellow, brown
Summer season left
All the leaves have spread
Covering the ground
It is autumn now
Time to rake the leaves
COMING ARE THE LEAVES BECAUSE IT’S NOW FALL
coming are the leaves
fall fully at autumns breeze
just at those colors
coming are the leaves
those reds, yellows, brown-orange
metamorphoses
solid green leaves now…
changing from red yellow brown
because it’s now fall
10/17/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2018
Those candy-coated chocolate pieces of world-wide fame
since many years ago have made a silly half-true claim.
In your mouth the advertisers say they melt.
I should think that part is obviously true.
But hold them in your hand a while; your palm will turn
yellow, brown, green, red, orange, and/or blue!
For the Meltdown Contest
October announces autumn's cool weather.
Red, yellow, brown and some green
embellish the sky and horizon with color.
Blessed is the harvest of summer's hard work.
Orange carvings decorate our yards while
trick-or-treat youngsters parade for candy.
Crowds take sides in the World Series games as
October welcomes winter's slowdown.
October 4, 2021
Who says that books can't have babies
or be dead
Who says on another planet or airplane
that people aren't read instead
And the books might say,
"You can't read a person by its cover --
yellow, brown, white or red."
"Everything is possible
when the imagination is concerned.
All one has to do is look --
on the pages, the mind
the heart; right Fred?"
"Right Ned."
Beechwoods,downland and common heath,
Chalky soil inches beneath;
Trees,jostling tall,
Leaf,yellow-brown in Autumn,fall;
Fallow deer feed at dawn and dusk,
Treading flat the beechnut husk;
Open heath,sandy soiled,
Whence commoners once toiled;
Roedeer,muntjac proliferate
As Nature reverts and liberates;
Winding brooks and narrow streams,
In mingled,muddled childhood dreams.
The seasons change with time,
picture mother nature
as a fashion designer
who can't make up her mind.
Talking to the trees:
Ok, everyone, everyone,
fashions for fall.
Green is no longer in,
let's try red.
yellow.
and brown.
Oh, never mind
let everything
fall to the ground.
I know!
Why don't I let you trees go bare?
you’re not bashful,
it’s not like you need underwear.
There is a chill in the air
Its a change of season
The leaves change color
A wonderful site to see
Red, yellow, brown, orange
When the wind is blowing
Leaves fall towards the ground
Pilling up piles
From corner to cornertleaveshe
Upon the brown grass
All the leaves are dancing
To the music of the wind
Enjoying, swaying, twirling
Keeping the rhythm
To the music of the beat
Autumn Equinox
Autumn Equinox has fallen out of Summer;
Cooling heat horizontal breeze ever so lovely, autumn;
Embrace me season harvest;
Kiss me soul gentle caresses;
All that I see, spring/summer green;
Summer has fallen tinting orange, yellow, brown foliage Scene;
Welcome embrace:
Autumn Equinox has graced;
8/21/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
I'm a fluttering flyaway colorful butterfly
I am a Butterfly
yellow brown red orange as a rainbow bending above the horizon
I am flying fluttering dancing in mid air
I am up and down sucking blossoms eating floral nectar
I can flow in mid air, I'm so colorful
I can colorful view flying so beautiful to your view
I am a Butterfly
7/12/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
If
Racism a made-up word I wish I never heard
It matters not if I am red, yellow, brown, black or white, your judgement is
Wrong and your attitude is strong.
The wonderful things you miss out on judging me by my skin, I could be your closet
Companion, confidant and friend, but you will never know the heart beneath my color
And the amazing things we could teach each other.
IF
you would only be my brother.
Lo' eighth month renamed the tenth month
Filled with trees of yellow, brown and orange leaves
All Halloween decor Autumn scenes of Football television
Month of Prosperity, Wealth, Peace and Fertility
October
Harvest reeps crops abundant
All Halloween decor autumns Football
October
Lo' eight-month renamed the tenth month
10/2/19
For Poet's October Pantoum Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula