Tinted Poems

Rose-Tinted Dilemma

For what it’s worth, I can’t stop thinking

about the predicament I’m in—

and no matter how many times I think about it,

I’ll always lose.

I’ll never win.



If given the chance,

I would give it my all.

So for me, if I admit it,

I’ll have to take the fall.



I look at you with my rose-tinted glasses

and see all the beauty in the world I need.

But at the same time,

when I look at you,

time passes,

my heart begins to bleed.



Almost anytime I walk into the room,

I smell a sweet smell—

but I take it as a sign

that I have to repel.

I wish it wasn’t that way,

but it’s all so true—

because when I smelled that smell,

I couldn’t stop thinking about you.



Oh, the moral dilemma I’ve put myself in.

I’ll always lose.

I’ll never win.

Tinted Vision

Sometimes I forget 
To remove my thick glasses 
Jade and rose collide

Rose Tinted Lenses

My rose-tinted lenses get me through the day
My world isn’t plagued by the white, black, or gray
Just rose

My rose-tinted lenses show me only love
Not any hate like the kind you hear of
Who knows?

My rose-tinted lenses made me “naive”
They say I only saw what I believed
I suppose…

My rose-tinted lenses make all flags red
Which is probably why I didn’t see her in the bed
Her clothes 

My rose-tinted lenses hid your deceit 
How could I have missed, I’d already been beat
So exposed 

My rose-tinted lenses aren’t even real
They were made up to help me deal
I oppose

I believed you would change
I should’ve known that was out of your range
Just shows

My rose-tinted lenses have turned red with defeat
I’ll admit I’ve been beat
Your betrayal was indiscreet 

But our story’s incomplete
We’ll wait and we’ll see
How rose-colored lenses provide what I need

Rose Tinted Windshields

Quicksand caught generation epoch,
restless whirring of a drill in the dust.
Zenith of color shifts saturation to none,
black and white film on video cassette.
Ensnared in a cage lowering to molten,
hourglass is losing sand to run dry.
Eyes fixate to the sunny horizon,
flicker dims as monsters crawl,
from beneath beds, closets,
bathroom stalls.
Those noises,
creaks in the floor,
are very real.
Ignore them,
rummy for thy belly to fill.

Rose-Tinted Shrouds

Crimson leaves flutter with every brisk breeze,
sending cerise ripples through the treetops.
And as the Autumn winds tickle the trees,
sunburned farmers start harvesting their crops.

A scarlet sun bleeds onto carmine clouds,
inking colors that adhere to Night's brush.
And Dusk's magenta and rose-tinted shrouds
conceal Sol's death in a vermillion blush.

When Nature's pallet imbues Autumn’s art,
cinnabar collects on the forest trees.
And signaling Winter's about to start,
russet canopies shift tints in degrees.

Burgundy, fuchsia, and maroon leaves fall;
creating the masterpiece known as Fall.

Wallart Tinted Fresco

I’m building a wall
Ochre color, tan and tall
I hired an artist to paint a mural
Graffiti subtleties that will unfurl
White-washed and Chicano like me
I fell hard for him, exposing clarity
I knew there was no chance in hell
He’d choose a brown, White-washed Chicana for a spell
So, I’ll just play the victim and twist truth around
And make myself feel safe and sound
With my awesome poetry that I have in a bank
After twenty years of writing, I should be swank
There are plenty of Chicano painters in stock
I'll pay 'em with personal poems I keep under lock
I hear Cheech paints, Keanu Reeves too
He’s Hawaiian but he’ll surely do 

5/29/23

Rose Tinted

Time
As it passes we look behind us
To the then
The when
When we were younger.
A time when all was not perfect.
Yet in our dotage 
we see the 
Misty perfection of youth.
But look not 
upon that to come as chore-some,
Our mark is made 
from start to end.
Grasp what we have 
to see the now in all.

Tinted Strand of Wisdom

TINTED STRAND OF WISDOM

The day my eyes beheld
the sheeny silvery strand
almost had a nervous breakdown

was it not just yesterday 
we recited nursery rhymes
and danced in the rain

yesterday when we wore oversized 
shoes and baggy clothes 
that mama bought us for christmas

yesterday when we were just
girls who had gabfests filled with 
giggling about the far future

oh there it is!  
the very first grey hair
glittering and standing proud

like a trophy about to be
presented to the winning team in the
glaring view of the teeming audience

first thought was to pluck it out
but at a second glance
saw art in the mind's eye

it's just a strand
not the official opening
of the floodgates

it's inevitable and means nothing
ultimately the beautiful 
melanin hair will one day turn grey

no need to conceal it
not only does it get finer with age 
but it also comes with insight

Tinted Window

His poems were about racism.
About the white man who wouldn't hire him
	because he was a “dirty Mexican.”
My mind shivered in disgust.

In the end he said, “…and I thank my wife…”
He spotted her in the audience, nodded, and
	smiled lovingly.
I immediately turned to look for the Hispanic
	woman in the crowd.

Tinted Windows

Slowly the procession passes by,
large black limousines like snails
creeping along, the village street
where a gathering crowd watches
black-draped mourners through
tinted windows.

Everyone I know liked the mayor,
a genteel fellow, hale, well-met,
died of unknown causes; that is,
unknown to the common folks
lining streets, glimpsing through
tinted windows.

Rumors say it was too much wine,
women, drugs, suicide, some think,
a heart attack of ancestral origins,
sudden, inexplicable, in the minds
of the curious looking through
tinted windows.

written July 27, 2021

Tinted Thoughts

“The soul becomes dyed with the colour of its thoughts.”
Quote By: Marcus Aurelius 



Tinted in hues that I never imagined 
this pilgrim soul has ventured farther then ever before
together as one encumbered with deeds unexplained 
claiming the winds of change as culprits and friends; 
I plucked out strange thoughts like plums from a tree 
thanking the summers of June for their warmth 
choosing fruition of imagination over logical thought   
and as the polar lights of my mind ignited, 
I watched in childlike wonder as a levitation of color arose 
in my heart .

Sepia-Tinted Season Is On

Sepia-tinted season is on
You are yellow and red
Crunching leaves in the lawn
Soft sun on bed



You are yellow and red
As I pick apples
Soft sun on bed
Squirrels under maples



As I pick apples
In red-and-gold forest
Squirrels under  maples
A Robin in your armrest



In red-and-gold forest
Snowy mist in air
A Robin in your armrest
A petal in your hair


Snowy mist in air
Gondola waits in the lake
A petal in your hair
Rich flavour of the cake



Gondola waits in the lake
String of verdant hillsides
Rich flavour of the cake
Evening playing with tides



String of verdant hillsides
October nip in air
Evening playing with tides
Melancholy eyes in the chair




October nip in air
Crunching leaves in the lawn
Melancholy eyes in the chair
Sepia-tainted season is on

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October 3, 2019
Poet's October Pantoum Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula

Tinted By Night

Arriving softly, the opulence of night
Which exults an iridescent moonglow
As heaven flashes its tints with delight
To adorn the view… young stars in a row.

Against  late dusk’s chasm, rustling are trees
Like silken plumes…warm  gift  from nature’s green
Caressed by impetus of a flamed breeze
Where no dark mockery can jar this scene.

And not vicarious is my affair
With love’s spark inviting another dance…
The blossoms wing around through glistened flair
When eves of August thrill, so does romance.


Written for Eight Word Challenge-8 Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton   8/29/2018

Tinted Glass

Through tinted glass we see things
and the world is same as the tint.
The tint is no less than a sharp weapon
as shade that dictates the mind
and makes the heart  skip its beat
and desire for shady things.
As rosy the tint is ,as of a rose
blissful and beautiful is the world,
and love is all around.
When the tone sets on the glass is grey,
gloomy,uncertaininty makes the mind stray.
Dark as black ,so are the emotions
osciallating between power to evil.
Many shades and colors to look through,
the world is as many shades u put on,
but still the glass/tint never gives the
picture as it is.
As the hue varies so does the aura.
The reality of realm strikes ,
when there is hardly any tint on the glass,
and also when there is no glass to look through.
Beautiful tint is the one which does not blur the picture
but clears out the cloudy mind 
and lets you see a transparent heart.
Throw away  the tinted glass and let your
soul be your eyes and heart be the guide.


PS:written on 13-3-2018

Orange Tinted Sunglasses

Yes, I know, it is all an illusion
The way my sun-like eyes see:
For these glasses paint in gold
The wreckage and ruin around me.
This may be the wrong way
To live my sorry life
Finding golden glimmers even as
I hold a glinting knife,
But the world that I see
Whenever I try to see what's real:
It is broken, dreary, dead,
Much I like how I feel
Whenever I wind up lost
In my supposed paradise
But find that my dreams have
Been devoured by demon lies
And realize that however hard I try
I'll never be able to redeem
The idyllic joy that once lay in
Every single one of my dreams.
So with my counterfeit view
Of this miserable land
At least, somehow, I can see
A kingdom so sunshine grand,
And at least, as I walk towards
The cliffs from where I shall die,
My last sight is the eternal proof
Of my beautiful lie---

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