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T~hirty-two steps through the yellow-green grass led me to you.
H~aving to choose which one; my heart with no doubt chose you.
E~very rose bloomed quite differently, though nothing meretricious like you.
R~ed is known to be the favorite color to man; color blinded; my soul desired you.
O~f all the roses, my senses were captivated and comely to you.
S~ome men may pick more than one rose; but, I only want you.
E~ven mother nature so pulchritudinous can't compare to you.
color, life, poems,
Paint the world of words so bright
Brush the canvas with pure delight
Be the rainbow coming out of a storm
The sunrise of a beautiful morn
Paint the world as you would wish
For what is written expresses it
Hearts maybe black or blue
A bright smile colors I love you
Paint it as a blind man sees
Hear it as the deaf conceives
Blank spaces upon your walls
Interpretations are meant for all
Paint the world and let it be
You are you and I am me
No left,right or middle lanes
Colors are one and the same…write your name
america, for her, for him, friend, friendship, growth, how i feel, international, journey, love, racism, school, social, together, truth, uplifting,
Love is not a color,
No hue, neither a race.
All of our blood is the same,
That runs deep within our veins.
If we could lift up each other,
And know that we all care.
If we help our sisters and brothers,
There's a bond that we'll share.
©2013 Honestly JT
If love could have a color, I suppose
it wouldn’t be just any common shade.
I’d name it for the colors of the rose.
In heaven’s hues this flower is arrayed!
From chaste love’s hush of pink to heady rush
that’s shown by cardinal or crimson red,
the rose reveals the grades of ardor’s blush
unto the time it’s thought that passion’s fled.
But in the tint of amaranth, the fire
endures; in purple deep it can transcend,
while yellow blooms in bliss that does not tire,
and white’s fidelity will have no end.
Though black the bud, a red will grow thereof.
By any other name, the rose is love.
The rose is definitely my favorite flower!
dream, love, spring,
She walks underneath the pink sunshade trees
dressed in flowing antique white bridal gown.
Un-dissuaded heart, to laugh, love, a peace
drawn to fragments of leaves rustling around.
The start of spring; radiant glow of pink.
A fountain of cherry blossom petals trace
down to the ground dressing the green. A wink
of amorous scene of warmth of her grace.
Enthralled by sensation of sweet scent tease,
gold sunshine rays' columns stand and solemn.
Poetic strokes of emotions to please,
a life draped in dreams hued in cherry blossoms.
A blank canvas rich in true color spun
in glaze memories not to be undone.
12th grade, beautiful, character, feelings, how i feel, imagery, imagination,
Sketch the sunset leaving today behind
sinking in the footsteps of yesterday.
And feel the ripple of all life combined
empty your thoughts, take all but love away.
Emblazon upon your mind, blue of sky
gilded by the golden hue of sunrise.
And capture a shooting star zipping by
watching its beauty materialize.
Blend the yellow of a buttercup's glow
with the flickering flash of firefly lights.
And walk the Earth, yet let no footprint show
respecting life by honoring its rights.
Mix well, until presumptions fall apart
and thus reveal the color of my heart.
Dec. 1, 2018
Colour of my heart Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
beauty, change, color,
Catching sight of unwanted reflection
through my eyes I observe my murky mind
lifeless, inactive, defying action
just a blank canvas, raw, pure, unrefined,
desire to inject substantial color
inspired pastels to brighten the darkness
eyes opaque though restrict light, much duller
impulses, brain requesting less Starkness,
my poor mind is without shape or structure
until my thoughts turn to the one I love
blissful images, colorful picture
changing this abyss, no more mourning dove,
she changes my thinking without restraints
such beautiful colors my mind she paints.
color, love, rainbow,
There is a rainbow in my world today,
With every word your write my way.
Colors of emotions flow in harmony,
as they spread across the sky in unity.
Wrap me in your red, orange and blue,
fill me with the violet passion of you.
You make the sky shine after that rain,
softly your soul pushes away the pain.
In every luxurious line that you say,
you are the rainbow in my world today.
assonance, autumn, heartbreak, remember, sad love, summer, winter,
When Winter comes, remember me
beside you on lush ivory sand
If slushy fingers beckon thee,
arise and brush aside her hand
As you awake on shortening days,
when Winter comes, remember me
We'll pray that Frost forsake his grays
and set arrays of color free
Light snow may fall so subtly,
bright notes on parchment sheer as sleet,
when Winter comes. Remember me,
that I might play each shimmering sheet
Short interlope of Summer gone,
I'm owed no scope of memory
but hope you will, from this day on,
when Winter comes, remember me....
golden earth tones
brown - sky blue - red yellow leaves
your love colors me
My eyes, some days, a flirty blue,
wink cerulean skies at you.
Let’s dally in sun’s gilded rays.
A flirty blue, my eyes - some days.
At evening time my eyes flash bright
as emeralds in sultry night.
Come bathe with me in passion’s clime.
My eyes flash bright at evening time.
Romantic eyes, with whisper of
soft lavender for one I love.
In gossamer, I’ll mesmerize
with whisper of romantic eyes.
In early morn, a green, pearl-gray
reflects your face in velvet day.
This placid hue my eyes were born-
a green, pearl-gray in early morn.
(My eyes actually change color with the contact lenses I choose to wear
lost loveme, longing, love, me,
Color me blue
As I think of you
A love once true
Has lost its radiant hue
Tomorrow I begin anew
How? I haven't a clue
A love once true
Has now faded blue
Where is the joy we knew
Happiness that grew
A love once true
It's gone; it flew
I know we're through
All around I see blue
A love once true
Leaves me longing for you
Wondering what I can do
No more to pursue
A love once true
Has left me so blue
I eat my words, I chew
Taste like a worn shoe
A love once true
Has gone askew
Did I misconstrue
I strove to continue
A love once true
Until you withdrew
Color me blue
I love the smell and softness
of a flower as it lay
spread in splendid color
and sweet aroma stayed
like a virgins' kiss
with inviting touch
that gently opens
to give itself away.
passionred, love, red,
Red is the crayon that I love to use.
So vivid and bright without any abuse.
I color so lively and make each stroke count.
Even making the water red in the fount.
In my pictures the hair on everyone's head.
Yes you guessed it, they're all a bright colored red!
The seasons of summer and winter and fall.
I color them all red without any appall.
So if you're an artist you plainly can see.
Everything will be red if you depend on me.
If you've heard like me, as it's often been said,
That "Passionate people always love red!"
beauty, love, passion, red, sun,
She indulges in sensorial delights
Marked with the color of ecstasy
The passion she drinks is diluted with eroticism
The moon melts with her gentle gaze
Honey drips from her luscious lips
Like ruby flames sweeping desert dust away
Oasis of churning lava explodes within her fiery spirit
seducing the sun with her golden skin
Far away from Love's imprisonment
She builds her castle of desires
FIFTY~~~~~ SHADES OF~~~~~~RED
A Collaboration With Liam Mc Daid and Red Fiery
beauty, love, spring,
The joyous scent of living
That leaps from life's perfume
Spring murmurs its beginning
From hope and dreams in bloom
The choir of color sings of thee
With hues in rich new verse
As if this song was meant to be
From rhymes all well rehearsed
As petals graced with morning dew
Rise softly towards the sun
So in Spring hope doth renew
Its perfect Love for life begun.
love, passionme, me,
Your love surrounds me in colors
Passion and desire call me to you
I can not see you, yet I know you are there
Together on a blanket of spiraling color we meet
High above the Earth, in a realm unlike the one we have known
You touch me and fire rages within me
Embers become flames as memories flood over me like water
Though not a physical touch your fingertips glide over me, tracing my soul
I gasp in delight and a breath escapes me, the air of life
Like gold or silver your eyes shine upon me
I see your spirit intertwined with mine
We are free, we are energy
Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend
Dale Gregory Cozart
imagery, love, morning, nature, poetry,
I find sanctuary in this sonnet
when as verdant hills rhymes do fall and rise
with aspens quaking in the windless skies.
One such will have blue birds flocking on it.
The trees shall be my muse and bid me write
while I in white gazebo am ensconced
with flowers vased, each color a nuance
in my lyrics, a-blush at first then white.
As I meander through a cloudless dream
the shades ever change in the wake of love.
Each line will fit my lyrics like a glove
while blue birds harmonize in morning's gleam.
Eyes of love are each an estuary
in the sonnet of this sanctuary.
Freddie Robinson Jr.
color, love, rainbow, romantic,
Sometimes when matters are in the gray,
it ain’t always black and white
There are times when emotions are deep blue,
canary yellow thoughts can make us wanna fly, shy away
Then, bright orange glowing memories
bring gentle, evergreen smiles
As time’s seasonal change sunset down on us
Being lifelong lovers, we got
amethyst purple hearts of courage
that beats with
ruby red rhythms of loving perseverance
Here at this humble, brownstone garden abode,
two pink carnations have budded and bloomed
Now looking at the graying of the skies,
we can see the rainbows in each other’s eyes
Reflecting the soul spectrum of our love
betrayal, color, lost love, love hurts, perspective, yellow,
When I saw him last,
He wore grey bananas on his feet
He had a pirate’s hat between his teeth
Long last the man from Oliver Kitten arrived on the shores of my head
How was he to bring such a large basket of straws and ask me to bloom a white rose
You have been back he said with a twirl of a red gem
Yellow kittens for my pleasure,
Only one black dog
Keep roaring up the hill, don’t stop
Take the bottom off the wheel
You won’t need it soon
You are on your way down
The pink parade will catch your fall
Even under my old brown coat
10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade,
Orange is my utmost best color, my best friend, my girl.
She laughs from the rooftop, and she makes me mouth curl.
She glitters and she shines, her happy feelings for me.
Today I may take out my paints and paint an orange tree.
Most of my women cartoon paintings are ginger heads.
They come into my mind before I get out of bed.
I look around the bedroom and I laugh and I sing.
My many red-haired paintings, it makes my mind truly zing.
I have a paisley orange shirt and an orange evening gown.
Some people want my autograph, and mob me in town.
I do not dare wear either of them on my shiniest day.
I would be so manic, the mental police would cart me away.
child, color, friendship, love,
Love with no limits
The Children of the rainbow
Let's paint the world,now
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life, nature, sun,
There’s scarlet within the warm sky tonight
A crimson feel that envelopes alright
I love the sight of every form of red
Yellow seeps in with orange that bled
World moves effortlessly along with this
The colors of majestic times you wish
I see the sky this dusk with awe and glee
Seemingly to make me complete and free
A crimson sky beams with peace and delight
Sun dips into the ground and out of sight
Birds recognize this beauty and dips down
Reaches in the heart of the glow around
Tranquil with love through the entry parlor
The sky is filled with an awesome color
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Sponsor: S. K. A. T.
passion, sorry, teen
"Sorry" doesn't cut it.
Well neither does a butter knife.
I guess I'll have to say "sorry"
For being in your life.
"Sorry" for being black.
And doing what i do best.
Like RAP, BASKETBALL and SWEAT.
Instead of studying for a test.
"Sorry" for being imperfect
"Sorry" for getting sick
"Sorry" for being a man
"Sorry" for makin' you tick
There are some things you cannot change
Like color and heredity.
There's one thing I forgot to say.
"Sorry" for bein' me.
This is sort of a sarcastic poem. I love me. :)
love, metaphor, romance, green,
Green…you always reflected in my peripheral
And kept watch as I tried to color my world
But there I lay in my blacks and my blues,
lifeless and faltering In monotone hues.
Through kaleidoscope eyes, I envisioned my skies
But the pot at the rainbow was storybook lies
so with nothing to gain and nothing to lose,
I just shuffled around In my blacks and my blues.
Never did I imagine you!, Green… to be my savior
But there you arose, out of my dark abyss
With your bottle green dress and scarlet kiss
Your emerald green eyes and unbridled bliss.
Now my kaleidoscope dreams have all been unfurled
Since you Green, have colored my world
You rescued my heart, Green
You rescued my heart.