Love Poems About Yellow or Yellow Love Poems
by Tim Smith |
Categories: love,

Whisper Soft Into the Night

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

by Pace Ink-U-Script |
Categories: love,

The R-O-S-E

THE ROSE


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.





Pace, G
IN-U-SCRIPT

05-06-2012

by Linda-Marie Sweetheart |
Categories: love,

Crayon Caresses

"Crayon Caresses" 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 ...


by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: lost love,

Kiss the Rain

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.

by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: love, rose,

By Any Other Name

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.

by Vijay Pandit |
Categories: bird, family, love,

Beak To Beak

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;
Zooming in,
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.

August  2017
HM: Strand choice B by Brian Strand

by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: beauty, immigration, magic, metaphor, pride, summer, sun,

Sun Dance

~Sun Dancing~         

Bright yellow sparks glisten around the landscape
Sheer environment expose  
Warmth slinks down every step        
So--  Invigorating 
Spur-like rays muster in long light
The wolves wait to howl
Soon--Bunch of flowers 
Huddle in with sunlit love
Luminous rave  

By; pd

by Joshua Aguire |
Categories: girlfriend-boyfriend, hope, love, passion, love, sun, i love you,

The Message In the Sun

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

by Melissa Wadkins Patterson |
Categories: hope, life, love, yellow,

Yellow Heart

This morning I wrote a poem
about a yellow heart 
pining for red fusion,
in a desperate attempt
to shake the fruit
that never 

falls

And tonight I am alone
without tangerine lips
or the temptation of apple,
carefully watching familiar verses 
unravel themselves
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


fallen
to kiss my weary head,
it takes an overly cautious yellow 
to see the perfect shade of red

by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: happy, hope, love,

Myriads of Umbrellas

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

by Tim Smith |
Categories: love,

Beauty

Down in the valley the yellow butterfly floats in a field of white daisies capturing a moment in time Beauty Perched up high on the hillside sitting on a blanket my best girl and me arm in arm watching life roll on by Beauty Gaze into those caramelized eyes Looking deep into her loving soul her sweet killer smile grinning back at me Beauty Chasing her down the hill Rolling together in the field Soft butterfly kisses Walking hand in hand with a bouquet of daisies Beauty

by Tim Smith |
Categories: love, morning, peace, sun,

It's Quiet Now

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

by Tim Smith |
Categories: care, love,

My Love Is Real

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

by Emile Pinet |
Categories: 12th grade, beautiful, character, feelings, how i feel, imagery, imagination,

The Color of My Heart

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 a blue sky gilded by the golden hue of sunrise. And color a dragonfly zipping by, watching its beauty materialize. Blend the yellow of a buttercup's glow with flickering flashes 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.

by Bill Baker |
Categories: beauty, change, love, marriage, nature, peace, war,

Peace Comes To the Valley

The sun a golden glow
The wind began to blow
Rain a blessing for all
Summer changed into fall

Seeing the moon was blue
The change would come we knew
Trees will gently mellow
Their leaves turning yellow

Enemies will unite
No longer will they fight
Tom will marry Sally
Peace comes to the valley

by David Meade |
Categories: love,

Haiku 32 Color Love

golden earth tones 
              brown - sky blue - red yellow leaves
                           your love colors me












David Meade
11/23/2014
Live Generously

by Daniel Turner |
Categories: autumn, nature,

Painting Autumn

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

by Tim Smith |
Categories: love,

My Love Is Real

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

by Tim Smith |
Categories: love,

When a Heart Pounds

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

by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories: color, love, rainbow, romantic,

Gray Area


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

by Tim Smith |
Categories: love,

Don'T Ever Let Me Go

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"

by Gabrielle Jordan |
Categories: betrayal, color, lost love, love hurts, perspective, yellow,

Sandpaper and Phantom Rainbows

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 
Dolphins everywhere 
Even under my old brown coat

by Tim Smith |
Categories: depression, life, light,

Darkness Held At Bay

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__

by Tim Smith |
Categories: sky,

Sky

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

by Tim Smith |
Categories: love,

Calls To the Meadow

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