Just getting ready to open the door,
an old door with six panes of glass
filling the upper half of the door,
like six frames of distinct pictures
into the world.
Wanting to step outside and take a deep breath
of this warming spring morning,
but noticed one of the panes was different
than the others, distorted slightly,
like old time glass.
I took some time to look at the pane,
to find a slight discoloration of the glass.
All the window panes looked out onto a porch
and a backyard with trees just starting to leaf
and a few daffodils that were announcing
another spring was arriving.
But that one pane, with a differing hue
provided a slightly yellowish tint to the yard.
It made the daffodils even brighter and
the yard more sun drenched than it was.
It was, like art. One small sliver of the world
but it drew me in to take a deeper look.
I was reminded of the satisfaction that is found
by enjoying the small, unique things in life.
Categories:
yellowish, art, imagery, spring,
Form: Free verse
The sailor goes ashore.
the night in the hallway paled into a yellowish screen
showing a black movie, 1963
A time machine of memories sent him back to the years
to meet people long since gone.
A family at the dinner table of people he knew too well
the shadow of his 125 years old father was not there
nectar drinking Colibri exotic as Christmas present never received, the one in the toy shop, a red firetruck
with wooden wheels
And he, the son of the oldest man in the world, had gone to sea, and when he returned, nothing was as remembered, differently by the people around the table
A lacuna of missed years, a distance that was unbridgeable whenever he came home, a stranger silent
augmenting the gap filled with politeness.
They had known and seen him grow to adulthood, but his character remained a mystery, sitting in the living room.
They were related to him and knew he would leave soon.
A nurse gently touched his shoulder are you awake?
Yes, mother, I'm home from the sea.
Categories:
yellowish, adventure, angst,
Form: Blank verse
Canis Lupus
The sound of a pin drop in the
kitchen downstairs wakens me.
I get a whiff of a strange scent
not one I can identify.
My eyes open and I can
see in the dark.
Unusual, as I always stub
my toe on something.
The nightlight is on and
I make my way to the bathroom.
I glance in the mirror and
see a strange face look back at me.
Yellow eyes, dark black pupils
look out from narrow slits.
Long pointy snout with
silky whiskers from each side.
Jet black lips curve back, reveal
yellowish curved fangs.
Pink tongue with dripping saliva
hangs out the left side of the mouth.
A full moon shines through
the bathroom window.
I feel the call of the wild
in my bones.
As I bound down the stairs
nothing can stop me.
At last I am free to live
the life I was called to.
Categories:
yellowish, horror,
Form: Free verse
Wishes
I made wishes: to
have
instant not light shaggy hair, to
have a
not able to
be eaten egg-shaped nut with
yellowish brown shell (no face) as a
head, to
have aluminium shins and
maybe
aluminium eyes.
Categories:
yellowish, humor,
Form: Free verse
A yellowish orange color
It's like gold
That sparkles in the rain.
Categories:
yellowish, beauty, fruit, life, simile,
Form: Free verse
The sun hanged like mango fruit like fernship
sometimes yellowish, sometimes redish, sometimes
silvery, sometimes gleely or glassy or naiad or a bug
lady or water mermaid queen.
And these politicians and my country went to the woods
and delibrated what to deliberate
may be about grostequeing or pang or ambulance or
sometimes the African giant?.
Yes, sometimes the weather is rainbow and cheer and
charm a lot.
Categories:
yellowish, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
Whispers of Autumn
Whispers of wet winds on mellowing leaves
Herald coming of the autumn season,
Strip tress of their clothing, lead them to grieve
As swarms of swallows seek warmer regions.
The sky is oft spanned with gilded leaves in flight
Whirling with whispers of wild autumn winds
And coming to rest on the ground with fright
After their dance in the air with a swing.
Whispers of dry winds in autumn of life
Beckon grey hairs and wrinkles on the face,
Weather our strength as to tread we do strive
And as leaves, the ground we wish to embrace.
Whispers of autumn turn leaves yellowish
And curl human lives with season`s anguish.
Categories:
yellowish, analogy, appreciation, autumn, nature,
Form: Sonnet
Ashore at last
The night in the hallway paled into a yellowish screen
showing a black movie, ca 1963
A time machine of memories sent him back to the years
to meet people long since gone.
A family at the dinner table of people he knew too well
the shadow of his 125-year-old father was not there
nectar drinking Colibri exotic as Christmas present never received, the one in the toy shop, a red firetruck with wooden wheels
And he, the son of the oldest man in the world, had gone to sea, and when he returned, nothing was as remembered, differently by the people around the table
an ocean of missed years, a distance that was unbridgeable whenever he came home, a stranger silent
augmenting the gap filled with politeness.
They had known and seen him grow to adulthood, but his character remained a mystery, sitting in the living. room
somehow, they were related to him
they knew he would leave soon.
A nurse gently touched his shoulder,
you are awake?
Yes, my dear, I'm home from the sea.
Categories:
yellowish, absence, age, anger,
Form: Blank verse
neat light caramel
what a lovely pretty girl
the yellowish brown
Categories:
yellowish, beauty,
Form: Haiku
Ashore at last
The night in the hallway paled into a yellowish screen
showing a black movie, ca 1963
A time machine of memories sent him back to the years
to meet people long since gone.
A family at the dinner table of people he knew too well
the shadow of his 125-year-old father was not there
nectar drinking Colibri exotic as Christmas present never received, the one in the toy shop, a red firetruck with wooden wheels
And he, the son of the oldest man in the world, had gone to sea, and when he returned, nothing was as remembered, differently by the people around the table
an ocean of missed years, a distance that was unbridgeable whenever he came home, a stranger silent
augmenting the gap filled with politeness.
They had known and seen him grow to adulthood, but his character remained a mystery, sitting in the living. room
somehow, they were related to him
they knew he would leave soon.
A nurse gently touched his shoulder,
you are awake?
Yes, my dear, I'm home from the sea.
Categories:
yellowish, cinderella, confidence,
Form: Blank verse
Dad either way always says: ,,Crying brings you nothing"
So why do you cry mom?
To show me you are sorry?
That I still don't know how to close my shoelaces and how to read fluently?
When you cry mom,
you make my bathtub full of foam.
I hate foam mom, it doesn't bring warmth.
The little bubbles show me, the other way around.
I am stucked in this weird ongoing yellowish shrunked bubbles mom.
I always used to get in the eye.
I hate when the sky turns yellow mom,
Skies are blue.
And not see for two days.
I don't need to be cleaned.
I need something to fall asleep.
Can I borrow your pills?
Categories:
yellowish, age,
Form: Free verse
revitalizing
canary color
nurturing daily
positivity refreshing, happy
uplifting us
garden friendly
showering me
vitamin D
yellowish
lemon-like
joyful
eager
sun
Categories:
yellowish, sun,
Form: Diminished Hexaverse
Marigolds, pansies, sunflowers, tulips, and carnations
Bird or beast, fish, or all mountainous valley temptations
Zircon, sapphire, topaz, citrine, jade, garnet, and beryl
Gold, brass, copper, or any yellow-coloured metal
In my Indian culture, I know, yellow brings gladness.
Its little glimpse brings, they say, zeal and zest to its fullness
Yellow-wrapped invitation cards; yellowish gold culled words
Do you know that in India, we had gold-gilded swords?
Whether you win or lose, auspiciousness is what matters.
Yellow is the witch, we know, by whom each evil shatters.
Has my house painted yellow ever peeled off? I don't know
When it comes to shades, it's with yellow that I seem to flow.
It's a germ killer. It's In turmeric water, we bathe.
With quality and quantity of gold, our brides we swathe
With yellow in rare shades, their villa is decorated
Will they live so long, or will they soon get separated?
This is why they ask me, "Why is yellow the best?" I say:
In my nation, sure, there are 130 shades of yellow. Anyway
Categories:
yellowish, color, life,
Form: Rhyme
Placed Second in :
Four by four Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
The Four Seasons
Spring, season of birth
Spreads beauty on earth;
Flowers of youth bloom
Summer to herald soon;
Summer, season to sweat,
To sow seeds ahead,
Care for one`s seedlings
And hail harvest`s greetings;
Autumn, foliage turns yellowish,
Flowers curl with anguish
Chilly frost turns feverish:
Time heaven to relish;
Winter`s frosty, snowy cold
Retains earth on hold,
Chills the weakened heart,
Foretells time to depart.
Categories:
yellowish, extended metaphor, life, seasons,
Form: Rhyme
A purplish black dark sky night
Brushed the reddish moon with white
The sun has painted the sky with orangish hues
And tinted the stars of clarity with greenish blues
The yellowish new sun just minutes old
Has gild the moon a silverish gold
When all the brownish leaves turned gray
It rose a beautiful pinkish day
Categories:
yellowish, color, day,
Form: Rhyme
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