Umbers Poems | Examples

FALL

FALL 
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Falling leaves, once vibrant fists of green, bow to placid flames.
Autumnal breeze plays in both up-tempo and gentle lulls.
Leaves, a symphony of umbers and golds, serve as crunching meditation.
Living life fully in sanguine scarlet before the season’s gentle letting go.

Thinking About The Kill

A blood-dipped letter lies before me,  
Wrapped in moth-ridden silk,  
Written by your ghastly fingers.  
The cold of another bleak fortnight settles in,  
While crimson-eyed ravens rest upon creaking window sills.  

Stoking the fire, umbers rise and dissipate before me,  
Painting prophetic warnings in the air,  
As the distorted ticking of clocks chimes tensely,  
Repeating the same hour—two a.m.  

A crisp chill shoots up my spine,  
I wrap myself tighter in your charcoal shawl,  
Reaching for the last of the firewood you chopped.  
Placing it in the hearth, I now know it's time.  

Removing the silk, I cast it into the flames,  
Peeling back three wax skull seals.  
I open the fateful envelope,  
The curse you unknowingly wrote into existence.  

Placed upon me, it rests in my weeping hands—  
One cataclysmic night was all it took,  
For our destruction,  
Your soul claimed by the nether,  
And mine bound within a perpetual loop of despair forevermore.

Chandeliers In The Sky

Hear our voice
From the east, west, south, and north
Hear our independence
This July Fourth
Like flowers in bloom
In the night
See the chandeliers
Hang in the sky
With crescendos and
Reds, blues and whites
Explosions and commotion
In the battle lights
In the bomb blasts and bombast
Crimsons, umbers and beige
Like the dawn’s breaking light
Mauves, cobalts and jades
All the high-lights and sky-lights
Caught by the American’s eye
It's In the fodder of the diviner’s rod
In the wizardry of July

The Gilded Season

Summer's green vistas sang a farewell tune
as bare limbs gently swayed in a chill wind.
It swept o'er hills, beneath a harvest moon,
filching leaves; a theft it could not rescind.

Autumn is gilded with bucolic hues.
Fawn feathered birds wing in indigo skies.
Burnished umbers and rusts imbued with blues 
on a landscaped palette, my eyes apprise.

Nature's artistry paints without a brush,
picturesque valleys in ginger and gold.
Rouged in the season of red crimson blush.
Fall's grandeur provides bright scenes to behold.

Vivid, the months when from mountain to sea,
they're washed in beauty's prismatic esprit.

A Bottled Garden

A bell-jar, crystalline, as transparent as an aquarium
Vibrant colors burnt umbers tints glass atop the kitchen table.
No elaborate gardening, just gentle misting in the terrarium
Muted pinks, earthy tones, texture soft as Siberian sable
My supercilious ways are overridden by fecund elegance. 
Gather around my friends and behold cherished succulents.                                                                             
These flowery cacti, such profuse perennial poetic ebullience,  
with an award worthy, floral southwestern desert essence.

October's Magic

With chilling breaths, October's magic sighs

          The pastel golds and umbers drifting bright

               And all its wonder sparkling 'midst your eyes

     To stoke the embers of these longer nights



The pastel golds and umbers drifting bright

          That burnished carpet woven with romance

               To stoke the embers of these longer nights

     Will never leave such autumn loves to chance



That burnished carpet woven with romance

          And all its wonder sparkling 'midst your eyes

               Will never leave such autumn loves to chance

     With chilling breaths, October's magic sighs.





~ 2nd Place ~  in the "N/A Rerun 4" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.

( N/A'd on November 7, 2019 in the "Poet's October Pantoum" Poetry Contest )

Autumn Magic

The day chilled rainy and gray
 allowed the wind to sweep and sway
each and every tree that held tight its leaves
 now released them to the slightest breeze.
Driving down the blackened road eroding
 macadam faded into a multitude of leaves exploding,
the palette of beige colors warmly frayed
 into a mix of shaded cool arrays.
Indescribable in the autumn beauty
 the hues slipped down in skeleton nudity
of floating pale greens and burnt orange umbers
 with mustard yellows and crimson passioned wonders.
The brilliant glow of a yellow pineapple sunned pear
 could not match the creamed corn eggnog glare
where profusive light streamed in pink merlot blush 
 as colored magic sketched the last of autumn's brush.

dear Gustav -

oh ...

Gustav, how you pique the senses
          captured passion's plural tenses

lovers twined in percale folds
          caught supine with spattered golds

porcelain dolls in fetal slumbers
          brushed sublime in tans and umbers

bold, the bleeds of Burnt Sienna
          stippling scapes of fair Vienna

Yellow Ochre, Prussian Green
          Cadmium Yellow, Blue Indanthrene

trees like soldiers, lilting boughs
          abstractions spun of silken vows

ceilings meant to thus adorn
          gilded graces - Heaven-borne

waters, tranquil - tresses, bare
          a world composing textures, rare

you struggled long to e'er refine
          your critics and uncommon line

subjects some then found appalling
          yet, remained, your faithful calling

imbibing absinthe, sans a chaser
          life you sketched with no eraser

and while we mortals can but dream
          you left the world your gauzy gleam

so death would not define the worth
          of genius meant to shake ...

the earth.






~ 2nd Place ~  in the "Klimt" Poetry Contest, Anthony Slausen, Judge & Sponsor.

Far Away: the Heart's Craving

I thought of “Far Away” as an escaping,
wild trees and flowers in all their rapt fury.
To be free of love and all its stiff draping,

fleeing dark emotions in a swift hurry.
Now I see bright orchids in their wild scaping,
shades of magenta, aqua and snow flurries.

But suitcases hold Things, not a heavy heart.
I must retrace my steps, begin at the start

of where it all went wrong, damage of colors
not our own.  The inks and umbers invading
our love's pastel sanctity, bringing dolor

to what was once a chartreuse-golden shading
of sunshine and jade meadows, not the pallor
introduced by shadowy words evading

questions asked.  Love's creations are worth saving.
I must return home, to sate the heart's craving.


4th Place
Far Away Contest
7/7/17

Tick of the Clock

E-very tick of the clock
L-ets us be in a hurry; 
L-ife on earth is too short; 
A-ll of us must not tarry.
I-n front of us we see
N-umbers of people outside; 
E-ach chance we must take to snatch them from evil pride.

B-oost into dynamic speed, 
R-apidly we must strive; 
O-n fifteenth morn of July
N-ews of salvation we must drive.

P-roclaim the righteousness
O-f the Lord God Almighty; 
R-ight path man must know
T-oward receiving endless glory.
U-nbelievers are unfortunate, 
G-o invite them to the flock; 
A-nytime the world will end, 
L-isten to the tick of the clock.

Knock On Your Door

L-onely night has turned
I-nto a morning sunlight; 
N-ew dawn has broken, 
G-ray is nowhere in sight.
K-iss the haze goodbye, as the sky starts to be bright; 
Y-our birthday in February is on the seventh day of delight.

P-erfect celebration
U-shers you to pure happiness; 
R-eal joy has continued
U-ntil evening before rest.
G-ood greetings are sent, 
G-reat and warm wishes too; 
A-fter the moon is gone,
N-umbers of regards arrive at you.
A-s you enjoy the special moment, uphold the spiritual fervor; 
N-o matter what happens, blessings will knock on your door.

A Beautiful Creation

A beautiful creation does exists;
for God has, in Jesus' kingdom, lain marble.
Numbers of pearls.
Quazars radiate skywards,
 torchlighting unbelievable views, without.
Xenophobia;
Yahweh, zilches.

The Shades of Trees

Reds, golds, and umbers
The trees all have shades of these
When Autumn does start
A lovely display they are
Smart groupings of radiance

Russell Sivey

Upon Our Lake

Petroleum translucent wings wave upon a sage green moss
Whilst vibrating webs in fevered mood delight a flies flight loss
Tinkering thoughts they travel over a calming cool breeze break
Smiling eyes, a touch, a breath, do beguile upon one gentle lake

Cotton thoughts on wistful clouds disturb differing hues of blue
Emerald, limes, rusted umbers enhance breezes as they move
A whimsical dash of mottled fish engrossed in lifes harsh fight
To gather all required whilst avoiding, the silent fishers sight

A hand does stroke the waters as thoughtfully as a lovers face
Whilst oars and gentle droplets dance at such a soothing pace
Non returnable ripples travel onwards with no due care
Words, sights, scents, sounds, precious memories that we share

One day we will be but whisps that relished this cherished place
As lovers new will float on by with a fresh renewed embrace
And maybe if they are just like us they will sit and ponder on
Lovers who were once like them but now are sadly gone

Daybreak

Sunrise beach walkin'
no need for talkin'
when elements transcend all language.

My hand in your hand hold
seashells unswept by calm
receding tide
still swelling.

Burnt umbers stroke aqua
marines break through gull
wing thunder haloed
in hallowness.

No space for shallowness
much less for callowness
hope for tomorrow struts sure gently
proffered, dawn's break of night.

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