#yellow poems on Hello Poetry

Mamolefe Oct 2022

Rust

I often find myself chasing gold these days.

Whether it is burning my fingers raw as I dig under sand
or by starring zealously at the sun.

Yellow and Orange have turned into my favourite colours of joy and pain. It’s tones hiding secrets I wish to understand behind my own skin.

They are forcing me to fast through bananas and naartjies; discipline myself with lemons and butternut.

#sun #yellow #orange #journey #selfdiscover #reflection

Robert Ronnow Sep 2022

Come What May

Come May. Come what may.
The most significant thing today
first Monday in May
my wife six months pregnant with twins
says she’s scared what we’re getting ourselves into.
Like the time I moved into an apartment uptown
I mean way uptown, Bronx uptown, uptown
where I’d never been
bomba echoing in the airshaft
painted the walls banana yellow and moved out the next day.
Lost the deposit.
A few months later moved back to the same neighborhood,
stayed a decade.
I’m not—scared, that is—but they’re not kicking my insides out, either.

#scared #wife #pregnant #apartment #town #echo #paint #yellow #lost #kick

vanessa marie Apr 2022

flowers

i went to the market today
i bought myself a fresh bundle
not of your favourites, but of mine
of yellow and blue with green stems

tonight i will fill the mason jar fresh
with water and petals floating alongside
and i will watch as the petals drop
one by one i save them, dried

tomorrow i will go to the market
i will walk to the water and smile
i will skip rocks on the shore
and watch the waves stretch out for miles

i will keep those petals in a jar
those of green and yellow and blue
i will remember their place on my shelf
i will always remember you

#flowers #market #petals #yellow #green #blue #masonjar #water #waves #shore

annh Feb 2022

Between Blue & Yellow

so much depends
upon a green pencil
fitted snugly between
the blue and the yellow

upon a line drawn
across a page
where the sky
and sunburst clay meet

— as neighbours
who smile and wave
without names
or words exchanged —

upon a silence punctuated
by shafts of pine
shaved close by winding
laneways into storyteller points

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens
- The Red Wheelbarrow, William Carlos Williams

#blue #clay #green #sunburst #page #pencil #pine #punctuated #sky #yellow

Kinty Feb 2022

for b

i saw the moon,
and it was yellow,
and its yellow glare reminded me of so many things —

of your smile, your beautiful smile,
of your pretty eyes that sparkle at the sight of flowers,
of the way you hold my hand like there is no other.

it reminded me of the love we share,
of the calm you give,
of your gentle care.

it reminded me of the comfortable warmth
that i find myself embraced in,
of new memories of sunshine, sunflowers, and butterflies.

it reminded me of your morning glow,
and of your sweet disposition.
it reminded me that i love you so.

on the way home looking at the yellow moon stupidly smiling while thinking of you. i am in love.

#romance #moon #yellow #love

Raven Feels Jan 2022

Yearning For A Yarn

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, I'm well aware that nothing makes sense, including this poem :>

content is not something we give consent
you hold your pen yet the ink spills as it pleads
you are a walker of blood yet it sheds out when cut & bent
you have a brain yet the tongue blurts out the feels

content is not something we color
just an acceptance of the past
just a canvas you get to paint with limit bother
good for a day then a memory till it lasts

the kiss of a palm forehead & cheek
drafts in my head just to render a sleep
some greed never fed or a satisfaction to meet
yellow till it goes mustard & a shade deep

the saving of a night that would save the day
it's like it's gold but you're swallowing the sand?
the desperation for a treasure at some bay
how would I even find content when out of the hand?

--------ravenfeeels

#content #consent #gold #beach #treasure #yellow #lasts #canvas #paint #past

𝓟𝓲𝔂𝔂𝓪 Jan 2022

Yellow light

Next to me
Sometimes you're under my nose
Sometimes you're across the bed
As if its too far

You hate the yellow light
I can't be in the dark
I hate the dark
Sometimes

All you need to know
One thing I hope will never change
Is how you make me feel
I feel good under my own skin

#dark #yellow #light #skin #feel #good

I S A A C Jan 2022

Canary Therapy

it feels foreign to be so transparent
ancient walls built up to protect my sleeve
which is home to my heart and my peace
the walls comfort me, I can still hear the canaries
they sing in lullabies that heal my child inside
I slowly unravel my life's work to see the canary fly
the yellow hue makes me think of the sun
I smile looking at how grown I have become
I smile knowing that I am worthy of love
I smile just because

#foreign #transparent #sleeve #peace #canary #therapy #love #smile #yellow