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Distant prayers echo through a lilac sky
light flickers brilliantly in angelic eyes
a yellow crocheted blanket falls to the floor
and a growing heart winks inside.
Kindness breeds kindness in a precious heart
and a kindred spirit lifts and flies free.
helping our fellow man in need
forgiving selfishness and greed
Open up your heart and mind
another child feeds a hungry soul
for one who loves to love, the greatest
blessing of all, is seeing the one you love, love
Whisper soft into the night my dire want
let the rains wash down a growing grace
carry off grandeur into a sequel led estate
as a simple smile adorns a very humble face
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.
blue velvet sky caresses
pink cotton candy clouds
beneath a gold umbrella
red heartbeats breathing loud.
a yellow Sun kisses skin
of silky bronze glowation
footprints carve love in brown sand
while white waves crest formation.
green trees hide secret embrace
while purple passion prowls
viewing an orange sunset
rose petals play on towels.
silvery stars illuminate beach
as amber heavens sleep
magenta magic smiles so sweet
chase black and grey to ocean's deep.
...crayola rainbow lovers' leap ...
*Written by: Linda-Marie The "Sweetheart" of P.S.
*For Tracie's Paint The World Contest ...
I stand here by the lakeshore, and I smell
fresh honeysuckle as I kiss the rain.
A memory that I cannot curtail
wafts bitter sweetly to me, and again
it’s May. . . the night you came by the moon's light.
The air was permeated by perfume
from blossoms colored innocently white.
But now it’s summer; yellow is each bloom.
When plump upon the vines, sweet berries, red,
will be swooped up by birds - carried away.
I stoop to touch a stem. How soon has fled
my flowered youth, and now this day chilled grey.
I bow in downpour like the vines bent low
while raindrops - glistening with my own tears - flow.
bird, family, love,
A tiny yellow bird, tiny beak,
Sits on a tiny branch
Of a big green tree,
Taps its feet, chirps, hops,
joyful, playful, circles around,
Lands on the deck post,
Agitated, loud and louder,
Aiming to snap the piece of bread
I tossed on the deck.
A big yellow bird
On the big green tree roars:
beware of humans;
Grabbing the piece of bread.
I get angry at the big bird
Until I see them together
On the big green tree
Sharing their love
Beak to beak.
HM: Strand choice B by Brian Strand
Poet Destroyer A
beauty, immigration, magic, metaphor, pride, summer, sun,
Bright yellow sparks glisten around the landscape
Sheer environment expose
Warmth slinks down every step
Spur like rays muster in long light
The wolves wait to howl
Soon--Bunch of flowers
Huddle in with sunlit love
girlfriend-boyfriend, hope, love, passion, love, sun, i love you,
I went to the sun for a favor
and asked it to shine only for you
to grant you happiness though you may be sad
bright yellow 'midst so much blue
but when the day decides to end
and the sun sinks and goes away
I give you the moon as a reminder
that my love will never fade
though i can't tell you how much I love you right now
and I can't show you what's in my heart
i hope when you look at the sun and moon
you'll realize we aren't that far apart
happy, hope, love,
Myriads of umbrellas
like I’ve never seen
floating upward brilliant red,
yellow, pink and green.
Many happy thoughts must be
in the springtime breeze,
or bright hope could not ascend
high above the trees!
Opened up, hope shelters us
from the rains of gloom.
Losing sight of happiness
would be mankind’s doom.
Peace and love must guide our thoughts
so we might see rise
myriads of umbrellas
through all earth’s blue skies!
In 7/5 Trochee, rhyming style poem
Written 2/26/2014 by Andrea Dietrich For Visual number 4
shown in the SYMBOLISM : THE UMBRELLA Poetry Contest of nette onclaud
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!
Down in the valley
the yellow butterfly floats
in a field of white daisies
capturing a moment in time
Perched up high on the hillside
sitting on a blanket
my best girl and me
arm in arm
watching life roll on by
Gaze into those caramelized eyes
Looking deep into her loving soul
her sweet killer smile
grinning back at me
Chasing her down the hill
Rolling together in the field
Soft butterfly kisses
Walking hand in hand
with a bouquet of daisies
Melissa Wadkins Patterson
hope, life, love, yellow,
This morning I wrote a poem
about a yellow heart
pining for red fusion,
in a desperate attempt
to shake the fruit
And tonight I am alone
without tangerine lips
or the temptation of apple,
carefully watching familiar verses
and fanatically dance around
like a final punctuation mark
or an overused cliche,
while my hands whittle metaphors
into a quick-witted instrument
sharp enough to scrape
the smeared imagery
off the sidewalk of poem,
Still I am not sorry
the fruit has not
to kiss my weary head,
it takes an overly cautious yellow
to see the perfect shade of red
love, morning, peace, sun,
It is quiet now
-the sun moves up the ridge
Honey crisp scent of freedom
-hovers and engulfs the air
Pangs of pleasure peal
-the primrose bows her head
Yellow paints the morning
-the fields are all aglow
Mist fills the morning with freshened air
Yellow fields smile past the distant shore
Lullabies play a gentle tune
Offer hope of what's coming true
Velvet kisses in the month of June
Every touch my heart doth swoon
In winds of care I blow free
Sending signals of my love for thee
Reaching out for you and holding tight
Each and every unguarded night
Allow my arms to be a comfort place
Left open for you with a warm embrace
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
golden earth tones
brown - sky blue - red yellow leaves
your love colors me
A pre-lit Christmas tree sparkles the entrance
Monet, Van Gough, and Wassily Kandinsky prints
adorn the walls of her sitting room
a dozen painted roses sit in a faux crystal vase
and the smell of apple pie lingers in the air
coming from her Scentsy candle warmer
resting upon her replica baby grand piano
The seconds tick loudly from the tree house looking cuckoo clock
as I wait
patiently I wait
down the stairs she comes
waltzing ever so gracefully
ever so elegant
in her bright flowing yellow dress
accented by beautiful costume jewelry
my heart skips a beat
as we kiss hello
and I know
yes I know
This love is real
October brings us panoramic scenes
Picassoesque impressionistic style
From reds to browns and earth tones in between
When nature paints those landscapes that beguile
The helpful sun provides hot yellow paint
Which bleeds and blends from mountains to the seas
There are no signs that nature shows restraint
As hues are scattered by the autumn breeze
Yet with her madness comes a masterpiece
The reason for spring's jealousy of green
Before her creativity has ceased
Her orange and black spills on Halloween
October means peace, love, and harmony
Get with your friends, enjoy fall's scenery
By Daniel Turner October 3 2016
Cinderella dreams across yellow brick roads
Creating Prince Charming out of simple silly toads
We play hopscotch, jump rope and other little games
Trying to produce magic and a feeling quite the same
Dancing through life with rose colored eyes
Wishing and hoping love doesn't float on by
Finding the one that just makes us smile
Holding on tight, hearts entwined for awhile
Happiness comes to those who are blessed
Sharing our all when two lips are pressed
Suns set, moons rise but one thing still remains
When fairy tales meet blood pumps in our veins
Whether young or old we seek out love to surround
There's no greater feeling when a heart in love pounds
The sun dips silently over the horizon
painting the cloudless sky
with shades of red, yellow and peach
Arm in arm two figures silhouette in the distance
closer and closer they stroll
stepping out onto the old fishing pier
the pair gaze out over the glasslike pond
with the occasional ripple rolling gently
Darkness comes upon them
and they kiss
a long and deep kiss
you can hear her speak in the silence
"Don't ever let me go"
"Don't ever let me go"
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
Sky, so simple and demure
when yellow brushes blue
hid in amber hue
Wisps a wind calm carried long
white puffs of day float by
breaths of passion cry
She winks her love befell a fold
slowly moving closely through
grandeur shines anew
Secrets held a spinning orb
shots seen round the world
lovers dream unfurled
Sky, so simple and demure
you'll always be so true
Granny tells me you always watch over me
from the shimmering moon, ……….yet it seems so far!
But my dear Mama, I'm going to pull down
that bright sliver crescent moon and bring you back,
just because I love you so much…oh so much.
Will we ever play together again, ma?
I climb this ladder, so I'll reach out for you,
there on your yellow moon tip and find you there.
11 syllables per line
2 May 2019
Photo No 1
Free verse or Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Brian Strand Contest
depression, life, light,
First rays splash lines of love
across naked bits of detour
dawn's door distracts
chills of the night dissipate
and I am free
Free of fight
held hostage ever tight
First rays flash and I see :
yellow bits of honey dripped
scarlet tanager at play
horizons filling out the day
Darkness held at bay__
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
Yellow tips of comfort
eye a corner of my sky
Should be holding on
soft skin caresses of sun
coming round once again
Dipped toes in quiet waters
drenched afternoon delight
swans sit still watching
stallions running home
Honeydew dreams drifting
arms wrapped all around
wild visions flap in the breeze
Listen calls to the meadow
come to me and fill her need