Tinges Poems | Examples

Coveted entrance

Coveted entrance opens again for the sunrays 
Whisper with the tinges of clouds succeeds 
Coats of fog and moats of hesitation dropped 
Sunbeams set to get into the tidal summit 

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                       7 September 2025

LITERALLY LANTERNES

A lanterne is a five line quintain verse shaped like a Japanese lantern with a syllabic pattern of one, two, three, four, one.Each line able to stand on its own, and the poem may or may not have a title which sometimes forms an integral part as a 6th line


#1
Black,
yellow,
brown, or white--
partitions skin
deep.

#2 WATER MEADOWS

rush
and sedge
hide shady
ponds--teeming
with
life

#3

by
the stream
so shallow,
weeps a willow
tree.

#4 DAYSTAR

dawn
tinges
the bleak sky--
hope enlightens
all

#5

a
sea mist
rolls inshore---
daydreams deluge
me

#6 BIRDSONG

lost
in the
soft mist of
a September
dawn

#7 EQUINOX

Rain
droped leaves,
spotted gold--
scatter in the
wind

#8 MONA LISA

Her
gaze and
smile followed
his every
step

#9

bells
tolling
on the wind--
old memories
die

#10
a
dry rock--
out of the
white water of
life

#11 HIGH RISE
Thin
spires
in the breeze---
tasselled teasels
touch

Lanterne #12

Faint
May breeze----
in the trees
ripples shaded
green

Convergence Of Memory Spectrum

Life’s mélange of motifs fades
as time’s wheel turns on the last lap.
Tangled hues of memory spectrum converge
while the spider crawls on the senile face.
I haven’t closed my eyes on the magic mirror.
Kaleidoscopic snapshots.

Show of polychromatic pictures;
entranced reflection flickers in the glint of eyes.
As cobweb contours the sanguine face
corridors to the past converge in nothingness.
Yonder haze shrouds the last mile trail;
twilight tinges life’s frail lattice.

I am Aquamarine

i ride the waves of translucent hues
in shades of blues playfully reflecting the sun
i exude tones of capricious seagreen and 
while scattering flecks of iridescence
shift in tinges uniquely unpredictable 

to the core ~ i am aquamarine



Submitted on August 14, 2025 for contest IMAGINE YOURSELF AS A COLOR sponsored by ANDREA DIETRICH  -  RANKED 1ST

The Wonder of Creation

I climb high up the tortuous path
Of a ragged hillock and 
In pensive solitude I look around
Upon the universe that surround me.
 
There from on high
I spy so many mysterious wonders
That God endowed this worthy earth,
And blessed all His creations
With wealth, momentous and great.
 
The waning sun creeps down over the horizon
To gain its well-earned rest.
A reddish dusk tinges the hilltops
As swallows glide serenely below the ridge
In search of a homely sanctuary 
To dream the dark night away.
 
The multicoloured flowers in the valley
That swing in nightly breezes,
And feed the insects bright;
The trees that grow so mighty
Whilst bushes provide haven to so many
Graceful creatures of the wild.	
The glorious stars that light the dark
The dazzling sun that ripens crops,
The lakes and seas that ripple
And reflect the mountains high:
Is it not easy to understand
How blessed we all are?
Yet do we ever stop 
To thank our dear Lord
And ponder on these gracious gifts?

September Falls

Summer is over; kids are back at school;
Everyone is thankful for the cool nights.
People are beginning to drain their pool,
Thankful, there are no more mosquito bites.
Each day is shorter than the day before,
Moving closer to Autumn's color change.
But the forest is still green at its core;
Even though the lack of songbirds seems strange.
Red tinges are spreading amongst the leaves;

Fall is now entering its start-up stage.
And people are unrolling their shirtsleeves,
Like they're getting ready to flip the page.
Little things keep September in my heart;
Such as the fact, Fall is about to start.

Cauldron Of Emptiness

The titular touch of day and night 
builds the bud layer by layer,
the blossomed design of destined time 
opens the petals,
the floral essence of existence 
gradually unfurls
the transient beauty of life, 
until the flower withers.

The wilting flower doesn’t even know 
when it’s time for the call to come 
in the cold night’s slashing silence 
from the abyss of the gloomy ground 
where it will fall
to disappear drifting 
to obscurity in the tempest of time.

On life’s rough garden path 
I walk the trudging moments,
steps tracing the last mile meandering 
to disappear at the vanishing point. 
The spectrum of the setting sun 
tinges the fading fringe of time,
turning into specks of eternity, 
sinking within the sated soul.
I float in the ethereal waves 
in the bay of infinite bliss,
drifting to the yonder shore, 
configured in the cauldron 
of timeless emptiness.

shadow of intent

ill never get used to
the numbness that tinges away at everything 
every movement
a rusted nusiance 
as if the words that make up my reality are too much to bear
there are no creaks
or technical things to tweak
because i am still
unfortunately, a biomechanical thing
instead there are aches
pains
issues that, like the rain
always streaming down my face
struggles to catch the hint and go away 
despite my attempted ignorance though
do you think my erosion shows?

Time

"Seize the day, then let it go" - Marty Rubin. 

I capture the first chirp of the bird in admiration.
My heart merges with it. My hands fold in adoration.
The color-changing beams of the morning sun, like prisms, spread
Varnished Verses from my heart, like waterfalls, flow ahead.
The mist dip mesmerizes. The clement breeze caresses.
The untimely rain cools. Thunder, as though throat-blocked, hisses.
Amidst decomposing mango-neem-jack leaves, banyans sprout.
Amidst the sun’s hide-and-seek, shades shred their tinges throughout.
Each bloom tells me tales. Each bee and fly mimes a moral.
Thoughts, words, and deeds, like meadows, seem flowerily aural.
I see soul in each grain. Each drop of water brims with life.
Doesn't here, between good and evil, creep a constant strife?
Like lilies of the field and birds of the air, I feel free.
Why, about an imaginary act, should I worry?
Each split second of an hour has a universe within.
I know that failing to feel this fact within is a sin.

Your Heart Is Mine

"I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) 
I am never without it..."  E.E. Cummings


The sparkling dawn veneers my heart’s horizon with color,
spreads the sunburst tinges of my timeless yearning,
paints a golden garden blooming with luster of my love,	
unfurls the facsimile of your astral floral face I adore. 

The patina of radiant rose flushes your cherubic cheeks,
glitters with the grandeur of resplendent pearls of dew,
rhapsody ripples in the mesmeric meadow of my mind,
your heart becomes mine, in the ether of euphoria I float.

In vivacious vale of mind contoured by your charisma,
as I carve an ardent conduit of longing to reach you,
the fervent cloud of my craving melts in a torrent,
makes my love for you a cascading stream I swim. 

Flowing with the current of your charismatic allure, 
my possessed passion sails to the moonlit bay of bliss,	
where your love weaves the lattice of stars in my sky, 
in my heart the shine of enchanting sequins I preserve.

Mathew

Traitorous tinges were seen in Levi. Did he love Rome?
Could patriots ever bear their disloyal citizens?
As a tax collector, he's a stranger to his own home.
Amidst selfish motives, Matthew had his magnificence.

Guilt boiled in his mind, like the blood of a lamb in an urn.
He heaped mammon, like hills and mountains, in every corner.
Though, like ice, he looked cool, within, like a kiln, he did burn.
Is wealth alone enough? Shouldn't he have human honor?

Jesus called him. Like a dog that found the bone, he followed
When a magnet pulls, does a rusted rod dare to resist?
He felt, as though by a celestial power, he'd controlled
Before Jesus, he felt, as though nothing seemed to exist.

When Jesus diagnosed his illness, Matthew felt at ease.
Struggling through a desert for long, he found an oasis.

Too Many Ants

Sunlight tinges the morning mist

Dew drops on blades of grass are kissed

On flowers and bows of trees

Birds and bees do as they please

Ants are too many to list

Most parents will work today

While children in parks will play

Soon traffic jams will be born

When policemen honk their horn

You'd best get out of the way

Blissful

A gaze guided by the tender currents of your heart
You have always seen the world as complex folk art 

Rose-colored glasses are not necessarily a bad thing
Tinges of amber hues reveal what your future will bring

Eyes incredibly deep warm pools of sugary brown
Incandescent reflections below a mesmerizing crown

Sweet secrets softly whispered into the gentle breeze
Welcomed exploration for a soul to zealously appease

Symphonies of serenity where sighs find tranquil release
Your gracious existence majestically compels inner peace

Winter Magic

Sculpting tinges periwinkle, eventide paints on arc of ruby skies,
Sunset dreams of freezing eve, longing warmth of moonrise;
As realms gelid waltz, where light-beams with shadows dance,
Shuddering boughs, quivering vistas, swaying barren expanse.

Prairies frozen glimmer, resplendence of pristine falling snow,
Where decaying colors of fall, in remnants of autumn glow,
When twinkling cosmic rivers, on tapestries of Milky-Way flow,
As frosty moonlight glistens knolls, of shivering terrains aglow.

Quietude dwells in grip of winter, where lakes and rivers froze,
Where beauty shines reflecting light, gleaming blustery woes,
Of shorter days, of time glazed, mellowed in golden sunshine,
Ceding to lingering nights, glinting in glamor of heavens divine.

ALL OR NOTHING

Will Silence

strum the wind

like  that of guitar strings…

Wherefore art thy

melody?

Ah, perhaps in 

tinges of

solitude and frail 

wings that soar

the skies. 


Will those book pages

flip into what is real…

facets of memoirs–

warm-filled,

unchased by moonbeams,

unrivalled by time.

The heart ascending the stairway 

of the mind–too sublime 

to behold 

all or nothing.

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