#colors poems on Hello Poetry

Joyful 2h

sometimes i'm green, sometimes i'm purple.
not doing a green eggs, and ham idea here.
but, i can be purple. instead, of green.

when i get asked what my favorite color is, but i had always said since a little green pea. i don't have one, cause i never wanted to hurt the colors feelings.

but, i'm green. or, purple.

#colors #purple #green #who #traits

J M Sweeting Jul 13

Blue Rain

simple drops of the sky
like a clear, rich melody
a grouping of crystal nebulas
with the coolness of the sea

#poetry #rain #water #ocean #colors #poem #micro

Nosy Jul 12

The currency of cacao

A thick bar or a small orb
A pebble or a globe
The sight of brunette or umber
A soft mocha or a syrup

A stuffing or solid
The taste of hard work
It's a bean no longer,
need of peel.

Flavor so rich and full,
Money can buy but not feel.

#chocolate #metaphor #rich #flavors #colors #detail

Sabrina Shapiro Jul 4

4th of July

We were promised the golden age of America by a bronze man with a lead stare

So is it any surprise that the only gold I've seen lately has been from bombs bursting in air over Tel Aviv or from the reflection of the sun setting on our empty ports.

Today is July 4th and we're supposed to wave the red, white, and blue
But how can I when the white people who voted red back the ice cold blue that freezes our economy and expands our divide
We're sending men in tan fatigues to tear apart brown families

I wore those tan fatigues once too
I had a sense of pride in knowing that Uncle Sam wanted me
But now all I see is Uncle Sam's white *** as he turns his back on me and those I served with
He doesn't want us
Us few who found solace under the rainbow
Don't you know there's no honor in a blue soldier turning pink
There's only honor in turning our enemies red
There's only greatness in turning our counties red
There's only masculinity in turning our hats red
So, if you're a young man feeling blue, just turn red
But not well read of course, this is America
We love the uneducated

#america #4th #colors

dee Jun 30

Virtuosity.

You are indeed art.
Something I can not add on to
due to you already wielding the energy
that is so deathly breathtaking.
My eyes stretch to see as far as your soul.
I’ll never get close enough to touch the colors that perfectly line into your being.
It’s more than awareness of your existence.
nothing is perfect
but what soothed me was your completeness.
You are whole.
He is art.
The only thing to depict you, for art is the only thing I can love from a distance and now so are you.
You are indeed art.
From possession to perception.
Commitment to acceptance.
Grasping to gazing.
Wholeness. Admiration. Art.

goodbye

#art #colors #love #soul

Muhammad Sami Sadiq Jun 23

Let Me Love You

Let me love you
in all the ways I know,
in all the ways I want.

Let me surprise you
beyond all the conventions
of how people love,
beyond the borrowed stories
told for centuries,
of others loving others
by someone else’s rules.

Let me be myself
in love
for you.

I promise it will be
special,
unique,
unknown,
a mosaic of new facets,
still undiscovered.

For love is art
never poor in method,
never demanding
what to do,
how to be.

And since love is art,
let me be the artist
to paint love
in every color
that ever existed
on earth,
in the heavens,
in my heart,
and your thoughts.

Bring me the hues of your secret thoughts,
and I shall paint a masterpiece called love.

#love #heart #thoughts #colors #art

Arif Hifzioglu Jun 24

Where the Bluebirds Fly

Cast on a canvas of colorless fun,
we look for the sun, hence shadows to shun.
Hidden's the day's dye backwoods a child's eye,
only some walk nigh where lost colors lie.

Days cradle dovey birth to raven death;
would-be colors jostle for the brief breadth.
‘Tis in the eye to hear the coo in the blue.
Hail the rat’s coup in the republic of rue.

Pick all vibrant hues, eschew the tethered.
Dyes of default-assent beget hatred.
Blinded casements ****** gold sentiments,
scold them to sediments of unsaid statements.

When sentinels descry where bluebirds fly,
the blues won't cry, but comply and chirp by.

Repost
© Hirondelle, June 25, 2025
Arif Hifzioglu

#awareness #nonconformity #colors

Muhammad Sami Sadiq Jun 8

The Letter and the Portrait

I am a quiet, silent man,
Dwelling deep within myself.
What I long to say aloud,
I pour into a letter’s shell.

She, playful, fleeting like the breeze,
All that I express in words,
She replied with a single image,
And spoke with her eyes unheard.

How beautiful those nights once were,
What magic lived in those old days!
Today again, my heart desires
To send you a letter… always.

But this time, through an artist's hand,
This letter shall reach your grace.
Some words of the heart remain unsaid,
That only colors can embrace.

To the painter I make one humble plea
When you read my letter’s line,
Sketch her soul upon the page,
And let her truest face shine.

Let us see
If my words still hold the weight
Of truth, of ache, of silent grace.
And if she, when the artist paints,
Still wears that same beloved face...
Or was it all just well-performed
a role she played through posed displays?

Some actors do receive lifetime achievement awards, others just leave behind unforgettable roles in someone’s memory.

#words #letter #art #painting #colors #face