95 Color Poems That’ll Evoke Powerful Emotions

Lots of famous poets purposefully use color to discreetly bring more depth to their narratives.

Some poets may even employ a color scheme to express a mood or underline key themes in their works.

For example, pastel hues may suggest dreaminess while deeper tones may denote mystery or dread.

Whatever the purpose or hidden idea may be, color poems are definitely an interesting read.

So, we have collected multiple poems about colors for you and placed them under different categories for your convenience.

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Famous Color Poems

Colors surround us constantly and have a greater impact on our emotions and ideas than we realize. Here are some famous poems about colors that can influence and evoke a variety of emotions in us.

1. Color Me Happy

       by Arden Davidson

If I were the color blue,
I’d sing sad songs for you.
If I were the color yellow,
I’d be a happy fellow.
If I were the color red
I’d look like me when I bled.
If I were the color green,
I’d grow like a big string bean.
If I were the color brown,
I’d be a chocolate town.
If I were the color pink,
I’d be a lemony drink.
If I were the color purple,
Nothing would rhyme with me.

2. Colors

       by Stephen Vincent Benét

The little man with the vague beard and guise
Pulled at the wicket. “Come inside!” he said,
“I’ll show you all we’ve got now—it was size
You wanted?—oh, dry colors! Well”—he led
To a dim alley lined with musty bins,
And pulled one fiercely. Violent and bold
A sudden tempest of mad, shrieking sins
Scarlet screamed out above the battered gold
Of tins and picture-frames. I held my breath.
He tugged another hard—and sapphire skies
Spread in vast quietude, serene as death,
O’er waves like crackled turquoise—and my eyes
Burnt with the blinding brilliance of calm sea!
“We’re selling that lot there out cheap!” said he.

3. Colors

       by Margaret E. Sangster

I love color.
I love flaming reds,
And vivid greens,
And royal flaunting purples.
I love the startled rose of the sun at dawning,
And the blazing orange of it at twilight.
I love color.
I love the drowsy blue of the fringed gentian,
And the yellow of the goldenrod,
And the rich russet of the leaves
That turn at autumn-time….
I love rainbows,
And prisms,
And the tinsel glitter
Of every shop-window.
I love color.
And yet today,
I saw a brown little bird
Perched on the dull-gray fence
Of a weed-filled city yard.
And as I watched him
The little bird
Threw back his head
Defiantly, almost,
And sang a song
That was full of gay ripples,
And poignant sweetness,
And half-hidden melody.
I love color….
I love crimson, and azure,
And the glowing purity of white.
And yet today,
I saw a living bit of brown,
A vague oasis on a streak of gray,
That brought heaven
Very near to me.

4. Color Effect

       by William Henry Dawson

Have you noticed that some colors
Really grate upon your nerves,
Till you feel just like the pitcher
Looks when he is twirling curves,
Trying hard to fan the batter,
Causing him to pound the air—
Feeling for the little bullet
Just to find it was not there?
Other colors set you frantic,
Calling back your childhood days,
When you cut some funny antic,
Or engaged in childish plays.
Others set the pumps agoing,
And the fountain of your tears
Starts, in spite of you, to flowing
Like it flowed in other years.
But the one that really thrills your
Heart until you want to sing,
Is the red which you discovered,
When a boy, in blackbird’s wing.

Like liquid gold the wheat field lies,
A marvel of yellow and russet and green,
That ripples and runs, that floats and flies,
With the subtle shadows, the change, the sheen,
That play in the golden hair of a girl,—
A ripple of amber—a flare
Of light sweeping after—a curl
In the hollows like swirling feet
Of fairy waltzers, the colors run
To the western sun
Through the deeps of the ripening wheat.
Broad as the fleckless, soaring sky,
Mysterious, fair as the moon-led sea,
The vast plain flames on the dazzled eye
Under the fierce sun’s alchemy.
The slow hawk stoops
To his prey in the deeps;
The sunflower droops
To the lazy wave; the wind sleeps—
Then swirling in dazzling links and loops,
A riot of shadow and shine,
A glory of olive and amber and wine,
To the westering sun the colors run
Through the deeps of the ripening wheat.
O glorious land! My western land,
Outspread beneath the setting sun!
Once more amid your swells, I stand,
And cross your sod-lands dry and dun.
I hear the jocund calls of men
Who sweep amid the ripened grain
With swift, stern reapers; once again
The evening splendor floods the plain,
The crickets’ chime
Makes pauseless rhyme,
And toward the sun,
The colors run
Before the wind’s feet
In the wheat!

5. Green

       by Amos Russel Wells

Dear Nature’s love color, as man’s is red,—
Flushing the bosom of her swelling plains,
Mirrored in all her limpid flowing veins,
And on the sweet brows of her hills outspread,—
Your charm to all fair color charms is wed;
Royal as purple all your oak green reigns;
Like girlish pink and white your birch-green lanes,
And with the sky’s true blue your lawns are fed.
How does one color body many souls!
Young cedar green laughs happy in the sun;
The green of elms a sage discourse outrolls;
Of hemlock green are plots and poisons spun;
A color drama with one actor this,
Weaving an endless metamorphosis.

6. Yellow Button Tattoo

      by Kat Miles

People ask why I got a yellow button tattoo
My reply, “What does it represent to you?”
It’s led to stories of sunshine
And, tales of triumph over pain
I pause in reflection
Saying, ” I got it for the question.

7. March Sunset

       by Hilda Conklings

Pines cut dark on a bronze sky . . .
A juniper tree laughing to the harp of the wind . . .
Last year’s oak leaves rustling . . .
And oh, the sky like a heart of fire
Burned down to those coals that have the color of fruit . . .
Cherries . . . light red grapes . . .

8. Colors passing through us

       by Marge Piercy

Purple as tulips in May, mauve
into lush velvet, purple
as the stain blackberries leave
on the lips, on the hands,
the purple of ripe grapes
sunlit and warm as flesh.
Every day I will give you a color,
like a new flower in a bud vase
on your desk. Every day
I will paint you, as women
color each other with henna
on hands and on feet.
Red as henna, as cinnamon,
as coals after the fire is banked,
the cardinal in the feeder,
the roses tumbling on the arbor
their weight bending the wood
the red of the syrup I make from petals.
Orange as the perfumed fruit
hanging their globes on the glossy tree,
orange as pumpkins in the field,
orange as butterflyweed and the monarchs
who come to eat it, orange as my
cat running lithe through the high grass.
Yellow as a goat’s wise and wicked eyes,
yellow as a hill of daffodils,
yellow as dandelions by the highway,
yellow as butter and egg yolks,
yellow as a school bus stopping you,
yellow as a slicker in a downpour.
Here is my bouquet, here is a sing
song of all the things you make
me think of, here is oblique
praise for the height and depth
of you and the width too.
Here is my box of new crayons at your feet.
Green as mint jelly, green
as a frog on a lily pad twanging,
the green of cos lettuce upright
about to bolt into opulent towers,
green as Grand Chartreuse in a clear
glass, green as wine bottles.
Blue as cornflowers, delphiniums,
bachelors’ buttons. Blue as Roquefort,
blue as Saga. Blue as still water.
Blue as the eyes of a Siamese cat.
Blue as shadows on new snow, as a spring
azure sipping from a puddle on the blacktop.
Cobalt as the midnight sky
when day has gone without a trace
and we lie in each other’s arms
eyes shut and fingers open
and all the colors of the world
pass through our bodies like strings of fire.

Beautiful Color Poems

Colors can brighten up anything no matter how dull and drab it is. Colors have a direct relationship with beauty so it is no wonder that we have so many beautiful poetries about color.

1. Colors of The Rainbow

       by Anonymous

The gem for me is the ruby red,
A rich clear light doth it always shed;
The diamond’s beauty is noised abroad;
But the ruby is first in the promise of God.Orange.
The bright sardonyx stone will show
The second color of the row,
In the wondrous promise bow.
“With light’s own smile the yellow burns,”
The poet says, and here I place
It’s where the orange into yellow turns.
In the clover of the meadow
And the leaves upon the tree,
The ever-pleasing color
Of the emerald you see.
O blue are the skies on a clear summer day
And blue are the fairest of flowers,
And blue is the turquoise, the jewel of truth,
That shines in this promise of ours.
A deeper blue is the sapphire’s hue,
And richer this beautiful gem;
On heads of might it has shed its light,
From many a diadem.
We’ve shown six colors of the bow,
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and indigo;
The color of the amethyst,
The violet, now completes the list.

2. Autumnal Yellows

      by Joan Rooney

Golden yellow carpets a walkway
paler yellow pends like a canopy
of autumn’s leafy treats painted on
trees aligning a park pathway.

3. Trailing pink ribbons

       by Saiom Shriver

comes the dawn present.
Her rising bands frame
the coming Sun’s Presence.”

4. Through Your Eyes

       by Ronald D Thompson

Is the sky blue and the grass green?
It has to be because I’ve seen.
But your green might be my blue,
I’m sorry that just wouldn’t do.
If the sky you see is my red,
I think I’d lie down in my bed.
What if your grass is my pink?
I’d have to say that would stink!
Pink grass and red sky,
Dear oh dear, I’d surely die.
I’m glad my blue is my blue,
As far as I’m concerned that will do.
And I like my grass the green I see,
For how else could it ever be?
Don’t want to see through your eyes,
Just might scare me with surprise!

5. Just Beyond the Sunset

      by David Harris

Just beyond the sunset
Someone waits for me
Just beyond the sunset
Lies my destiny
Where the purple mountains
Lie in deep tranquillity
There I’ll find the treasure
Of love eternally
Just beyond the sunset
Waits someone so fair
Just beyond the sunset
All alone they wait there
Their hair is golden
The colour of the sand
Their eyes sparkle in the night
Like diamonds in your hand
Just beyond the sunset
Lies a home for me
Where the world is peaceful
Like a paradise should be
Just beyond the sunset
Someday is where you’ll find me

6. Warning

       by Jenny Joseph

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

7. The Great American Yellow

       by Frances Chung

The Great American Yellow
she heard tales about saving grapefruit skins for cooking
she grew bright under the neon dragon of Chinatown
she made saffron curry rice for friends
she attended a barbecue in Amarillo, Texas
she stepped around yellow piss in snow
she cut herself on a Hawaiian pineapple
she learned to name forsythia where it grew
visions of ochre and citronella eluded he

Short Color Poems

If you want to get your hands on some colorful poems that are short and easy to read, this is the right place for you. We have compiled some vibrant short poems about colors for you to savor.

1. Red

       by Anne M. Doe

a handful of wolves
all cream pelts and sloping shoulders
appear with girls in red, jaws
snapping like capes;
with silver spoons the girls eat the air
grow teeth the size of axes
there is something you like
in this dream—
grasses parting like
the sea before Moses
a sense of law in the way wolves run
through the hissing waver
the girls are
the wolves’ dream—
they vanish
into feather beds
when the pillow is turned over

2. Red

       by Dave Malone

You pull away from me as if red can lose red.
We boiled over one night. The moon turned ruby,
the trunk of the oak churned a crimson volcano,
the Missouri River, a bleeding artery.
I won’t dam this up. I won’t pull back—
how the night draws its knees
up into the sky and lets dusk red pour through.

3. Infinite shades of grey

       by Dr. Ram Mehta

When I was young
I had a very clear point of view
on things in life
I love the fact
that my face has more of an edge
and more character than it did
when I was in my twenties.
As I got older
I saw the grey areas appear.
As I got still older
I loved my grey hair and wrinkles.
The fact is
there are a lot of grey areas
in our personality.
The human nature
isn’t black and white
but black and grey.

4. The Purple Cow

       by Gelett Burgess

I never saw a purple cow,
I never Hope to see one;
But I can tell you, anyhow,
I’d rather see than be one!

5. A Purple Lily

       by S.Y Wong

Out of my garden, a purple lily.
Purple is divine.
Purple is amazing.
Purple is not exaggerating.
Purple exudes a fragrance of love and peace!

6. Haiku

       by Jack Kerouac

The low yellow
moon above the
Quiet lamplit house.

Emotion and Color Poems

Emotions and colors go hand in hand. Bright colors can generate different feelings than muted colors, while warm colors can elicit different feelings. These poems about colors and emotions will demonstrate that for you.

1. Colors of Emotion

       by Marilyn

Blue is the color of calm relaxation
Giving one peace for quiet meditation
It is also the color that denotes desperation
A sadness, aloneness or dire separation

Red is the color of anger and rage
Caught up in a fury you cannot assuage
It is also the color that means love and lust
That leads to desire full of passion and thrust

Yellow is the color of sunshine and joy
That gives you the urge to go out and enjoy
It is also the color that cowards would use
When employing bravado for you to confuse

Green is the color of envy unfair
Of self absorbed people, who really don’t care
It is also the color where nature abounds
Verdant and brilliant in all she surrounds

Brown is the color of earthy direction
That gives you time for grounding inspection
It is also the color of muddied emotions
That could give rise to negative notions

Gray is the color of numbness and grief
That makes you doubt your own belief
It is also the color of neutral equality
Not to be confused by inane frivolity

White is the color of innocence and purity
The giver of light and angelic security
Black is the color of darkness and evil
Of disruption and anguish and major upheaval

Purple is the color that signifies tension
Or moves you along to another dimension
It is also the color of spiritual protection
Of high ideals and soulful perfection

2. Down the Lanes of August

       by Edgar A. Guest

Down the lanes of August – and the bees upon the wing,
All the world’s in color now, and all the song birds sing;
Never reds will redder be, more golden be the gold,
Down the lanes of August, and the summer getting old.

Mother Nature’s brushes now with paints are dripping wet,
Gorgeous is her canvas with the tints we can’t forget;
Here’s a yellow wheat field – purple asters there.
Riotous the colors that she’s splashing everywhere.

Red the cheeks of apples and pink the peaches’ bloom.
Redolent the breezes with the sweetness of perfume;
Everything is beauty crowned by skies of clearest blue.
Mother Earth is at her best once more for me and you.

Down the lanes of August with her blossoms at our feet.
Rich with gold and scarlet, dripping wet with honey sweet.
Rich or poor, no matter, here are splendors spread
Down the lanes of August, for all who wish to tread.

3. Counterpoise

       by Caroline D. Swan

O pallid blue of yon ethereal sky,
O gold of sunset swiftly drawing near,
How soft ye meet and blend! The atmosphere
Still bids your sweet opposing tints ally
To create emerald. So pure and high
The delicate new tone, so elfin clear,
From both resultant – that we strain to hear
Its color-music. Painters, who descry
Its fair gradations, muse in wonderment.
So, love, thy soul with silent spirit touch
Re-acts on mine. Thy golden, calm content
Soothes its low stir, a-quiver overmuch;
‘Tis warmth and light! As though some firebird flew
Into its deeps of meditative blue.

4. for Anne Gregory

       by William Butler Yeats

‘NEVER shall a young man,
Thrown into despair
By those great honey-coloured
Ramparts at your ear,
Love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair.’
‘But I can get a hair-dye
And set such colour there,
Brown, or black, or carrot,
That young men in despair
May love me for myself alone
And not my yellow hair.’
‘I heard an old religious man
But yesternight declare
That he had found a text to prove
That only God, my dear,
Could love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair.’

5. Yellowness

      by Dr. Ram Mehta

The earth’s yellowness
is autumn’s blunder
and the yellowness of my heart
is the absence of beloved.

Yellow has never been
a good color for me
but has grown on me.

I like it more in my old age
as everyone is nicer to me
when I am in yellow.

6. The Garden

       by Andrew Marvell’s

How vainly men themselves amaze
To win the palm, the oak, or bays,
And their uncessant labours see
Crown’d from some single herb or tree,
Whose short and narrow verged shade
Does prudently their toils upbraid;
While all flow’rs and all trees do close
To weave the garlands of repose.
Fair Quiet, have I found thee here,
And Innocence, thy sister dear!
Mistaken long, I sought you then
In busy companies of men;
Your sacred plants, if here below,
Only among the plants will grow.
Society is all but rude,
To this delicious solitude.
No white nor red was ever seen
So am’rous as this lovely green.
Fond lovers, cruel as their flame,
Cut in these trees their mistress’ name;
Little, alas, they know or heed
How far these beauties hers exceed!
Fair trees! wheres’e’er your barks I wound,
No name shall but your own be found.
When we have run our passion’s heat,
Love hither makes his best retreat.
The gods, that mortal beauty chase,
Still in a tree did end their race:
Apollo hunted Daphne so,
Only that she might laurel grow;
And Pan did after Syrinx speed,
Not as a nymph, but for a reed.
What wond’rous life in this I lead!
Ripe apples drop about my head;
The luscious clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine and curious peach
Into my hands themselves do reach;
Stumbling on melons as I pass,
Ensnar’d with flow’rs, I fall on grass.
Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less,
Withdraws into its happiness;
The mind, that ocean where each kind
Does straight its own resemblance find,
Yet it creates, transcending these,
Far other worlds, and other seas;
Annihilating all that’s made
To a green thought in a green shade.
Here at the fountain’s sliding foot,
Or at some fruit tree’s mossy root,
Casting the body’s vest aside,
My soul into the boughs does glide;
There like a bird it sits and sings,
Then whets, and combs its silver wings;
And, till prepar’d for longer flight,
Waves in its plumes the various light.
Such was that happy garden-state,
While man there walk’d without a mate;
After a place so pure and sweet,
What other help could yet be meet!
But ’twas beyond a mortal’s share
To wander solitary there:
Two paradises ’twere in one
To live in paradise alone.
How well the skillful gard’ner drew
Of flow’rs and herbs this dial new,
Where from above the milder sun
Does through a fragrant zodiac run;
And as it works, th’ industrious bee
Computes its time as well as we.
How could such sweet and wholesome hours
Be reckon’d but with herbs and flow’rs!

7. Being Young and Green

       by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Being Young and Green, I said in love’s despite:
Never in the world will I to living wight
Give over, air my mind
To anyone,
Hang out its ancient secrets in the strong wind
To be shredded and faded—

Oh, me, invaded
And sacked by the wind and the sun!

8. The Color of The Grave Is Green

       by Emily Dickinson

The Color of the Grave is Green—
The Outer Grave—I mean—
You would not know it from the Field—
Except it own a Stone—

To help the fond—to find it—
Too infinite asleep
To stop and tell them where it is—
But just a Daisy—deep—

The Color of the Grave is white—
The outer Grave—I mean—
You would not know it from the Drifts—
In Winter—till the Sun—

Has furrowed out the Aisles—
Then—higher than the Land
The little Dwelling Houses rise
Where each—has left a friend—

The Color of the Grave within—
The Duplicate—I mean—
Not all the Snows could make it white—
Not all the Summers—Green—

You’ve seen the Color—maybe—
Upon a Bonnet bound—
When that you met it with before—
The Ferret—cannot find—

9. If You’re Wearing Red

       by Anonymous

If you are wearing red, shake your head,
If you are wearing red, shake your head,
If you are wearing red,
Then please shake your head,
If you are wearing, red shake your head.
Repeat, naming a different colour for each verse;
Blue, touch your shoe
Green, bow like a queen
Yellow, shake like Jello
Brown, turn around
Pink, give us a wink

10. Colours Inspiring Life

       by Vidya Pandarinath

Living life from birth till death with purity, youthfulness as the colour White
The attitude to as certain what’s not right and what’s Right..!

Focusing Life as multidimensional signifying that there ways to realism as the colour Black.
Dealing with things with objective existence, true nature has the exceptional knack

Facing Problems with intensity, invocation as the colour Red
Divine inspiration, strength at times to strive Ahead

Leading Life with attitude, dignity, enthusiasm, balanced as the colour Orange
Sensible point of view no prejudice, with my explicit Knowledge

Climbing fortuitous of Life with happiness, good spirits as the colour Yellow
Utilization chance as an enlightened Fellow…!

Handling situation intelligently, vigorously, generously as the colour Green
Ambience and introspection shall always be Clean

Enjoying prosperity of life with pride, wisdom, power and royally as the colour Purple
Simple gratification of actuality as a virtuous Person

To be introspective of one’s own thoughts with self-confidence, stability, calmness as the colour Blue
Accept imperfection, positive attribute of realization, essential You

To be optimistic, sophisticated to achieve victory and be a winner as the colour Gold
Firm belief in oneself, elegant, truly noble to Behold

Appreciating little things in life as the colour Teal
Remarkable attribute, at no time be pessimistic for things you Feel

Open-minded, hi-tech, sleek, organizing, responsible in way forward as the colour Silver
Accessing to new aspiration, rational conduct, pursuit is rightful purpose in life to be a generous Giver

Approachable, practical, sensitive, down-to-earth, Yet foremost seek utmost security, protection, comfort as the colour Brown
Based on facts rather than fantasy, self confidence is the inestimable Crown

Preparedness of mental attention to be novel and creative as the colour Magenta
Thankful for all acquired wisdom, life’s attitude caring and Gentle

To have friendly association with others with the a intention of morality, sincerity as the colour Pink
Purpose to do good never bad to other’s, if not possible never to hurt credence, impact on other’s life to Think

Freedom of choice, to be self sufficient as the colour Cyan
Enduring life’s moment given by the Divinity, enjoy the precious Span

Treating all alike, determined, time-honored as the colour Gray
Not affected by the passage of time, dependable at difficult life’s conditions on any Day

Happy-go-lucky still not easily influenced by other’s as the colour Aquamarine
Welcome change as and when required, forward-looking, precise and Keen

Unique, full of positivezeal as the colour Coral
Connecting and mixing with everyone, willingness to help other’s surely Novel

On all Occasions, whatever the circumstances may be, to be proud of our femininity, grace, delicate beauty as the colour Lavender
Motivation certainly not demotivation, kind-hearted and good Balancer

Dynamic, powerful, giving self more importance, first than rest as the colour Crimson
Frankly expressing one’s thoughts, proud to be an opinionated Woman

Standing firm and handling predicament until its solved as the colour Lime
Connecting oneself with Mother Nature resolves all life’s problems, the essence of natureis Prime

Straight-forward and being acquainted of surroundings entity as
the colour Bronze
Exceptional and ethereal affection, no repentance, thriving like
vigorous grassy Lawns

Willingness to take risks and facing consequences as the colour Maroon
Being oneself, cherishing to the rhythm composed by Divine Tune

Analysis in accordance with reasonor logic as the colour Tan
Intelligent selection rather than on sentiments, No greater supposition, Than

Loving self more than anything, loyal to those worth it as the colour Turquoise
Due regard for the feelings, choices of others, without unnecessary Noise

Contend not only for self but also for other’s moral rightness as the colour Indigo
Partiality, unjust, indifference…..No..No..No..No

Red Color Poems

One of the most potent human emotions, such as love, lust, rage, or violence, is frequently expressed through the color red. Let’s trace its symbolism in poetry about red color.

1. The Sick Rose

       by Dr Oliver Tearle

The Sick Rose
O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

2. A Red, Red Rose

       by Robert Burns’s

O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.

3. Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal

       by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font.
The firefly wakens; waken thou with me.
Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.
Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars,
And all thy heart lies open unto me.
Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.
Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake.
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom and be lost in me.

4. A Lady red – amid the Hill

       by Emily Dickinson

A Lady red—amid the Hill
Her annual secret keeps!
A Lady white, within the Field
In placid Lily sleeps!

The tidy Breezes, with their Brooms—
Sweep vale—and hill—and tree!
Prithee, My pretty Housewives!
Who may expected be?

The Neighbors do not yet suspect!
The Woods exchange a smile!
Orchard, and Buttercup, and Bird—
In such a little while!

And yet, how still the Landscape stands!
How nonchalant the Hedge!
As if the “Resurrection”
Were nothing very strange!

5. Child in Red

       by Rainer Maria Rilke

Sometimes she walks through the village in her
little red dress
all absorbed in restraining herself,
and yet, despite herself, she seems to move
according to the rhythm of her life to come.

She runs a bit, hesitates, stops,
half-turns around…
and, all while dreaming, shakes her head
for or against.

Then she dances a few steps
that she invents and forgets,
no doubt finding out that life
moves on too fast.

It’s not so much that she steps out
of the small body enclosing her,
but that all she carries in herself
frolics and ferments.

It’s this dress that she’ll remember
later in a sweet surrender;
when her whole life is full of risks,
the little red dress will always seem right.

6. The Red Wheelbarrow

       by William Carlos Williams

so much depends
a red wheel
glazed with rain
beside the white

7. A Red Flower Poem

       by Claude McKay

Your lips are like a southern lily red,
Wet with the soft rain-kisses of the night,
In which the brown bee buries deep its head,
When still the dawn’s a silver sea of light.

Your lips betray the secret of your soul,
The dark delicious essence that is you,
A mystery of life, the flaming goal
I seek through mazy pathways strange and new.

Your lips are the red symbol of a dream,
What visions of warm lilies they impart,
That line the green bank of a fair blue stream,
With butterflies and bees close to each heart!

Brown bees that murmur sounds of music rare,
That softly fall upon the langourous breeze,
Wafting them gently on the quiet air
Among untended avenues of trees.

O were I hovering, a bee, to probe
Deep down within your scented heart, fair flower,
Enfolded by your soft vermilion robe,
Amorous of sweets, for but one perfect hour!

8. Greater Love

       by Wilfred Owen

Red lips are not so red
As the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
Kindness of wooed and wooer
Seems shame to their love pure.
O Love, your eyes lose lure
When I behold eyes blinded in my stead!
Your slender attitude
Trembles not exquisite like limbs knife-skewed,
Rolling and rolling there
Where God seems not to care:
Till the fierce love they bear
Cramps them in death’s extreme decrepitude.
Your voice sings not so soft,—
Though even as wind murmuring through raftered loft,—
Your dear voice is not dear,
Gentle, and evening clear,
As theirs whom none now hear,
Now earth has stopped their piteous mouths that coughed.
Heart, you were never hot
Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot;
And though your hand be pale,
Paler are all which trail
Your cross through flame and hail:
Weep, you may weep, for you may touch them not.

9. Tulips

       by Sylvia Plath

The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.
Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in.
I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly
As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands.
I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.
I have given my name and my day-clothes up to the nurses
And my history to the anesthetist and my body to surgeons.

They have propped my head between the pillow and the sheet-cuff
Like an eye between two white lids that will not shut.
Stupid pupil, it has to take everything in.
The nurses pass and pass, they are no trouble,
They pass the way gulls pass inland in their white caps,
Doing things with their hands, one just the same as another,
So it is impossible to tell how many there are.

My body is a pebble to them, they tend it as water
Tends to the pebbles it must run over, smoothing them gently.
They bring me numbness in their bright needles, they bring me sleep.
Now I have lost myself I am sick of baggage——
My patent leather overnight case like a black pillbox,
My husband and child smiling out of the family photo;
Their smiles catch onto my skin, little smiling hooks.

I have let things slip, a thirty-year-old cargo boat
stubbornly hanging on to my name and address.
They have swabbed me clear of my loving associations.
Scared and bare on the green plastic-pillowed trolley
I watched my teaset, my bureaus of linen, my books
Sink out of sight, and the water went over my head.
I am a nun now, I have never been so pure.

I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted
To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
How free it is, you have no idea how free——
The peacefulness is so big it dazes you,
And it asks nothing, a name tag, a few trinkets.
It is what the dead close on, finally; I imagine them
Shutting their mouths on it, like a Communion tablet.

The tulips are too red in the first place, they hurt me.
Even through the gift paper I could hear them breathe
Lightly, through their white swaddlings, like an awful baby.
Their redness talks to my wound, it corresponds.
They are subtle : they seem to float, though they weigh me down,
Upsetting me with their sudden tongues and their color,
A dozen red lead sinkers round my neck.

Nobody watched me before, now I am watched.   
The tulips turn to me, and the window behind me
Where once a day the light slowly widens and slowly thins,
And I see myself, flat, ridiculous, a cut-paper shadow
Between the eye of the sun and the eyes of the tulips,
And I have no face, I have wanted to efface myself.
The vivid tulips eat my oxygen.

Before they came the air was calm enough,
Coming and going, breath by breath, without any fuss.
Then the tulips filled it up like a loud noise.
Now the air snags and eddies round them the way a river
Snags and eddies round a sunken rust-red engine.
They concentrate my attention, that was happy.
Playing and resting without committing itself.

The walls, also, seem to be warming themselves.
The tulips should be behind bars like dangerous animals;
They are opening like the mouth of some great African cat,
And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes
Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.
The water I taste is warm and salt, like the sea,
And comes from a country far away as health.

Blue Color Poems

Context is key because the blue color can have both good and negative connotations. It could indicate tranquility, harmony, and peace, but it could also denote gloom and melancholy. Let’s check out poetry about blue color.

1. Blue

       by Annette Wynne

When God made everything
I’m glad he had a lot of blue-
A great big sky for all the world
And eyes like yours for you.

2. The Blue Bell

       by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell.

The Bluebell is the sweetest flower
That waves in summer air:
Its blossoms have the mightiest power
To soothe my spirit’s care.
There is a spell in purple heath
Too wildly, sadly dear;
The violet has a fragrant breath,
But fragrance will not cheer,
The trees are bare, the sun is cold,
And seldom, seldom seen;
The heavens have lost their zone of gold,
And earth her robe of green.
And ice upon the glancing stream
Has cast its sombre shade;
And distant hills and valleys seem
In frozen mist arrayed.
The Bluebell cannot charm me now,
The heath has lost its bloom;
The violets in the glen below,
They yield no sweet perfume.
But, though I mourn the sweet Bluebell,
’Tis better far away;
I know how fast my tears would swell
To see it smile to-day.
For, oh! when chill the sunbeams fall
Adown that dreary sky,
And gild yon dank and darkened wall
With transient brilliancy;
How do I weep, how do I pine
For the time of flowers to come,
And turn me from that fading shine,
To mourn the fields of home!

3. A Slash of Blue

       by Emily Dickinson

A slash of Blue—
A sweep of Gray—
Some scarlet patches on the way,
Compose an Evening Sky—
A little purple—slipped between—
Some Ruby Trousers hurried on—
A Wave of Gold—
A Bank of Day—
This just makes out the Morning Sky.

4. Blue and White

       by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

BLUE is Our Lady’s colour,
White is Our Lord’s.
To-morrow I will wear a knot
Of blue and white cords,
That you may see it, where you ride
Among the flashing swords.

O banner, white and sunny blue,
With prayer I wove thee!
For love the white, for faith the heavenly hue,
And both for him, so tender-true,
Him that doth love me!

5. Blue Roses

       by Rudyard Kipling

Roses red and roses white
Plucked I for my love’s delight.
She would none of all my posies–
Bade me gather her blue roses.

Half the world I wandered through,
Seeking where such flowers grew.
Half the world unto my quest
Answered me with laugh and jest.

Home I came at wintertide,
But my silly love had died
Seeking with her latest breath
Roses from the arms of Death.

It may be beyond the grave
She shall find what she would have.
Mine was but an idle quest–

Roses white and red are best!

6. Fragmentary Blue

       by Robert Frost

Why make so much of fragmentary blue
In here and there a bird, or butterfly,
Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?
Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)—
Though some savants make earth include the sky;
And blue so far above us comes so high,
It only gives our wish for blue a whet.

7. Blue Poem

       by David Herbert Lawrence

The earth again like a ship steams out of the dark sea over
The edge of the blue, and the sun stands up to see us glide
Slowly into another day; slowly the rover
Vessel of darkness takes the rising tide.

I, on the deck, am startled by this dawn confronting
Me who am issued amazed from the darkness, stripped
And quailing here in the sunshine, delivered from haunting
The night unsounded whereon our days are shipped.

Feeling myself undawning, the day’s light playing upon me,
I who am substance of shadow, I all compact
Of the stuff of the night, finding myself all wrongly
Among the crowds of things in the sunshine jostled and racked.

I with the night on my lips, I sigh with the silence of death;
And what do I care though the very stones should cry me unreal, though the clouds
Shine in conceit of substance upon me, who am less than the rain.
Do I know the darkness within them? What are they but shrouds?

The clouds go down the sky with a wealthy ease
Casting a shadow of scorn upon me for my share in death; but I
Hold my own in the midst of them, darkling, defy
The whole of the day to extinguish the shadow I lift on the breeze.

Yea, though the very clouds have vantage over me,
Enjoying their glancing flight, though my love is dead,
I still am not homeless here, I’ve a tent by day
Of darkness where she sleeps on her perfect bed.

And I know the host, the minute sparkling of darkness
Which vibrates untouched and virile through the grandeur of night,
But which, when dawn crows challenge, assaulting the vivid motes
Of living darkness, bursts fretfully, and is bright:

Runs like a fretted arc-lamp into light,
Stirred by conflict to shining, which else
Were dark and whole with the night.

Runs to a fret of speed like a racing wheel,
Which else were aslumber along with the whole
Of the dark, swinging rhythmic instead of a-reel.

Is chafed to anger, bursts into rage like thunder;
Which else were a silent grasp that held the heavens
Arrested, beating thick with wonder.

Leaps like a fountain of blue sparks leaping
In a jet from out of obscurity,
Which erst was darkness sleeping.

Runs into streams of bright blue drops,
Water and stones and stars, and myriads
Of twin-blue eyes, and crops

Of floury grain, and all the hosts of day,
All lovely hosts of ripples caused by fretting

8. Blue Moles

       by Sylvia Plath

They’re out of the dark’s ragbag, these two
Moles dead in the pebbled rut,
Shapeless as flung gloves, a few feet apart —
Blue suede a dog or fox has chewed.
One, by himself, seemed pitiable enough,
Little victim unearthed by some large creature
From his orbit under the elm root.
The second carcass makes a duel of the affair:
Blind twins bitten by bad nature.

The sky’s far dome is sane a clear.
Leaves, undoing their yellow caves
Between the road and the lake water,
Bare no sinister spaces. Already
The moles look neutral as the stones.
Their corkscrew noses, their white hands
Uplifted, stiffen in a family pose.
Difficult to imagine how fury struck —
Dissolved now, smoke of an old war.

Nightly the battle-snouts start up
In the ear of the veteran, and again
I enter the soft pelt of the mole.
Light’s death to them: they shrivel in it.
They move through their mute rooms while I sleep,
Palming the earth aside, grubbers
After the fat children of root and rock.
By day, only the topsoil heaves.
Down there one is alone.

Outsize hands prepare a path,
They go before: opening the veins,
Delving for the appendages
Of beetles, sweetbreads, shards — to be eaten
Over and over. And still the heaven
Of final surfeit is just as far
From the door as ever. What happens between us
Happens in darkness, vanishes
Easy and often as each breath.

Yellow Color Poems

When you think of a yellow ray of sunlight peeking out from a dark cloud, you can imagine how writers may use the color yellow to represent creativity, happiness, optimism, and warmth. You can see that in poetry about yellow color.

1. Nature rarer uses yellow

       by Emily Dickinson

Nature rarer uses yellow
Than another hue;
Saves she all of that for sunsets, —
Prodigal of blue,
Spending scarlet like a woman,
Yellow she affords
Only scantly and selectly,
Like a lover’s words.

2. Symphony in Yellow

       by Oscar Wilde

An omnibus across the bridge
Crawls like a yellow butterfly
And, here and there, a passer-by
Shows like a little restless midge.
Big barges full of yellow hay
Are moored against the shadowy wharf,
And, like a yellow silken scarf,
The thick fog hangs along the quay.
The yellow leaves begin to fade
And flutter from the Temple elms,
And at my feet the pale green Thames
Lies like a rod of rippled jade.

3. Daffodils

       by Sherry Ann

on stalks of green are faces of yellow
daffodils smile and say hello
social butterflies as they cluster
tilting their heads in chitter chatter
intoxicating musk of narcissi passion
flowing yellow ribbons over hills of green
bringing my world back to colour
after winter’s black and white dream

4. The Yellow Violet

       by William Cullen Bryant

When beechen buds begin to swell,
And woods the blue-bird’s warble know,
The yellow violet’s modest bell
Peeps from the last year’s leaves below.
Ere russet fields their green resume,
Sweet flower, I love, in forest bare,
To meet thee, when thy faint perfume
Alone is in the virgin air.
Of all her train, the hands of Spring
First plant thee in the watery mould,
And I have seen thee blossoming
Beside the snow-bank’s edges cold.
Thy parent sun, who bade thee view
Pale skies, and chilling moisture sip,
Has bathed thee in his own bright hue,
And streaked with jet thy glowing lip.
Yet slight thy form, and low thy seat,
 And earthward bent thy gentle eye,
Unapt the passing view to meet
When loftier flowers are flaunting nigh.
Oft, in the sunless April day,
Thy early smile has stayed my walk;
But midst the gorgeous blooms of May,
I passed thee on thy humble stalk.
So they, who climb to wealth, forget
The friends in darker fortunes tried.
I copied them—but I regret
That I should ape the ways of pride.
And when again the genial hour
Awakes the painted tribes of light,
I’ll not o’erlook the modest flower
That made the woods of April bright.

5. Theme in Yellow

       by Carl Sandburg

I spot the hills
With yellow balls in autumn.
I light the prairie cornfields
Orange and tawny gold clusters
And I am called pumpkins.
On the last of October
When dusk is fallen
Children join hands
And circle round me
Singing ghost songs
And love to the harvest moon;
I am a jack-o’-lantern
With terrible teeth
And the children know
I am fooling.

6. Chasing Yellow

      by Seldom Ornever 

Yellow sees me from across a crowded room of flies
she runs to the lemon fields and I give chase but never catch
we careen through a school bus and I lose my nerve
too fast in the turns, and I slip on bananas in the temple of doom.

Once I set a trap with a block of cheese and some no. 2 pencil grease
but Yel’ got wise and saxophoned her way through
I saw a submarine flaxed in the bacon wax and I knew
yes, that’s when I knew it was all over but the
taxi crew.

7. Yellow

       by Anonymous

The stars are yellow
the moon is yellow
the sun is yellow
My sheets are yellow
in it is my fellow
his eyes are mellow
He takes my hand
and I take his
and together
we create lovely yellow

8. Yellow Senses

       by Favor M. Abioye

Yellow is beautiful
And kind.
Yellow tastes sour down my throat.
It feels like the warmth of the sky.
Yellow sounds like kids laughing down the street.
It feels like warmth upon my head.
Yellow looks like a big circle in the sky.
It makes me smile and play.
Yellow is my favorite color.

Purple Color Poems

In poetry about purple, this hue represents wealth, mysticism, and spirituality. Purple could symbolize hubris in negative times. Greek mythology frequently uses the color purple, particularly when it is combined with gold.

1. Purple

       by Echo

Red – The color of ire.
Blue – The color of sorrow
Mix them and you achieve
A miserable mix of malcontent.
All my life I’ve learned not to be purple
“Hide the bad feelings.
Give us a smile!”
Never be purple.
I quickly learned how to harness the rainbow.
Be yellow, and always be happy,
Or green, and be friendly.
Not red or blue.
Absolutely never purple.

2. Purple Makes me Cry.

       by P.S Awtry

Long ago, purple was only for the rich.
No one else could wear it, not a purple stitch.
It was just for kings and rulers of the world.
They had all the gold, the rubies, and the pearls.
But all around this gorgeous globe, purple could be found.
On flowers, clouds, and insects–why, purple does abound!
It seems to me a gift from someone way up high,
Saying we’re ALL special. ~ That’s why purple makes me cry.

3. Little Purple Flower

       by Aufie Zophy

I am a little purple flower
My petals so extremely small
I ‘ve stood in the grass for many an hour
Enjoying a breeze most of all
But, oh, what happened to my peers!
Just yesterday, it moved me to tears
While the children of John were playing their game
My peers were trampled to death, what a shame
When just before that, some bigger flowers were damaged
The children were scolded badly by John
But when my brothers were ravaged
It was noticed, sadly, by none
Today, however, I had a reason to smile
A nerd, or so he must be
Looked at this little purplish flower, a while
And took a picture of me
Even if tomorrow, to the worst of my fears
I have to die, as yesterday my peers
I will do so happily
since someone has seen the beauty in me.

4. Purple Haze

       by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Purple haze,
Twilight days,
Beauty’s hour,
Fresh flower!
Purple haze,
A dawn blaze,
Rosebud red,
Sleep in bed.
Show and tell,
Perfume smell.
Purple haze,
Sunset rays,
Blue jay trill,
Evening chill,
Pink surprise!
Purple haze,
Sunrise glaze,
Blooming parks,
Beauty marks.
Misty mounts,
Color flounced!
Purple haze,
Valley ways,
Sugar tree,
Hard to see,
Beauty world,
Breezes twirled,
Purple haze,
A hued phase.

5. Sunshine

      by adrian Harrison

Crape paper Wings
Flutter in the winds,
hide amongst the yellow fronds
chrysanthemums in all their
here natures perfect
love story

6. Before the Dawn

       by Anonymous

But like love
the archers
are blind
Upon the green night,
the piercing saetas
leave traces of warm
The keel of the moon
breaks through purple clouds
and their quivers
fill with dew.
Ay, but like love
the archers
are blind!

7. The Color Purple

       by Shanon Norman

I brought to my mother’s house a pot of African Violets.
So pleased was she to see them, she taught me their name.
I think their petals are like wide open eye lids
and those dark green leaves are like hands that aim.
The color purple is evident in various natural settings.
I would love to see the purple grapes on the vines again.
I may prefer the taste of Bartlet pears at weddings,
but purple looks so lovely on both women and men.

8. Purple

       by Kwame Dawes

Walking, I drew my hand over the lumpy
bloom of a spray of purple; I stripped away
my fingers, stained purple; put it to my nose,
the minty honey, a perfume so aggressively
pleasant—I gave it to you to smell,
my daughter, and you pulled away as if
I was giving you a palm full of wasps,
deceptions: “Smell the way the air
changes because of purple and green.”
This is the promise I make to you:
I will never give you a fist full of wasps,
just the surprise of purple and the scent of rain.

9. Purple clover

       by Emily Dickenson

There is a flower that bees prefer,
And butterflies desire;
To gain the purple democrat
The humming-birds aspire.
And whatsoever insect pass,
A honey bears away
Proportioned to his several dearth
And her capacity.
Her face is rounder than the moon,
And ruddier than the gown
Of orchis in the pasture,
Or rhododendron worn.
She doth not wait for June;
Before the world is green
Her sturdy little countenance
Against the wind is seen,
Contending with the grass,
Near kinsman to herself,
For privilege of sod and sun,
Sweet litigants for life.
And when the hills are full,
And newer fashions blow,
Doth not retract a single spice
For pang of jealousy.
Her public is the noon,
Her providence the sun,
Her progress by the bee proclaimed
In sovereign, swerve-less tune.
The bravest of the host,
Surrendering the last,
Nor even of defeat aware
When cancelled by the frost.

Black Color Poems

The most common meanings of the color black are death, sorrow, and evil. Due to its ominous connotations, black frequently appears in poetry as you can see this poetry about black color.

1. Black

       by Emma

Black is the color beyond all colors.
Black is the void,
The void of my heart,
The void of my soul.
Black is the feeling of everything;
Black is the feeling of nothing.
The smell of death is the color black.
When you feel overloaded with emotion,
Yet, you feel no emotion at all…
That is black. Oh so very black.
Fear is black when it clothes you mind;
You can’t even think as it overcomes you.
Black is not intensity, but intensity itself.
Black is what controls us all;
Black is the feeling of being controlled.
Black is the color of shadows,
Shadows of a moonless night.
Black is what makes us shiver without the wind.
Black is the only thing that won’t leave us in the end.

2. Oh my black soul’

       by John Donne’s

Oh my black Soul! Now thou art summoned
By sickness, death’s herald, and champion;
Thou art like a pilgrim, which abroad hath done
Treason, and durst not turn to whence he is fled,
Or like a thief, which till deaths doom be read,
Wisheth himself deliver’d from prison;
But damn’d and hal’d to execution,
Wisheth that still he might be imprisoned;
Yet grace, if thou repent, thou canst not lack;
But who shall give thee that grace to begin?
Oh make thy self with holy mourning black;
And red with blushing, as thou art with sin;
Or wash thee in Christ’s blood, which hath this might
That being red, it dyes red souls to white.

3. A Dark Evening

       by Charlotte Smith’s

Huge vapours brood above the clifted shore,
Night on the ocean settles dark and mute,
Save where is heard the repercussive roar
Of drowsy billows on the rugged foot
Of rocks remote; or still more distant tone
Of seamen in the anchored bark that tell
The watch relieved; or one deep voice alone
Singing the hour, and bidding ‘Strike the bell!’
All is black shadow but the lucid line
Marked by the light surf on the level sand,
Or where afar the ship-lights faintly shine
Like wandering fairy fires, that oft on land
Misled the pilgrim – such the dubious ray
That wavering reason lends in life’s long darkling way.

4. The Little Black Boy

       by William Blake’s

The Little Black Boy
My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but O! my soul is white;
White as an angel is the English child:
But I am black as if bereav’d of light.
My mother taught me underneath a tree
And sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And pointing to the east began to say.
Look on the rising sun: there God does live
And gives his light, and gives his heat away.
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning joy in the noonday.
And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love,
And these black bodies and this sun-burnt face
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
For when our souls have learn’d the heat to bear
The cloud will vanish; we shall hear his voice.
Saying: come out from the grove my love & care,
And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice.
Thus did my mother say and kissed me,
And thus I say to little English boy.
When I from black and he from white cloud free,
And round the tent of God like lambs we joy:
I’ll shade him from the heat till he can bear,
To lean in joy upon our father’s knee.
And then I’ll stand and stroke his silver hair,
And be like him and he will then love me.

5. Lullaby

       by Langston Hughes

(For a Black Mother)
My little dark baby,
My little earth-thing,
My little love-one,
What shall I sing
For your lullaby?

A necklace of stars
Winding the night.

My little black baby,
My dark body’s baby,
What shall I sing
For your lullaby?

Great diamond moon,
Kissing the night.

Oh, little dark baby,
Night black baby,

Stars, stars,
Night stars,

6. Blackberry-Picking Poem

       by Seamus Heaney

Late August, given heavy rain and sun
For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
At first, just one, a glossy purple clot
Among others, red, green, hard as a knot.
You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet
Like thickened wine: summer’s blood was in it
Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for
Picking. Then red ones inked up and that hunger
Sent us out with milk cans, pea tins, jam-pots
Where briars scratched and wet grass bleached our boots.
Round hayfields, cornfields and potato-drills
We trekked and picked until the cans were full
Until the tinkling bottom had been covered
With green ones, and on top big dark blobs burned
Like a plate of eyes. Our hands were peppered
With thorn pricks, our palms sticky as Bluebeard’s.
We hoarded the fresh berries in the byre.
But when the bath was filled we found a fur,
A rat-grey fungus, glutting on our cache.
The juice was stinking too. Once off the bush
The fruit fermented, the sweet flesh would turn sour.
I always felt like crying. It wasn’t fair
That all the lovely canfuls smelt of rot.
Each year I hoped they’d keep, knew they would not.

Color Poems That Rhyme

Color poems are quite bright and cheery on their own but a cherry on top is when they rhyme too. So here are some rhyming poems about colors that are catchy and attractive for the readers.

1. Color

       by Christina Rossetti

What is pink? a rose is pink
By a fountain’s brink.
What is red? a poppy’s red
In its barley bed.
What is blue? the sky is blue
Where the clouds float thro’.
What is white? a swan is white
Sailing in the light.
What is yellow? pears are yellow,
Rich and ripe and mellow.
What is green? the grass is green,
With small flowers between.
What is violet? clouds are violet
In the summer twilight.
What is orange? Why, an orange,
Just an orange!

2. Red

       by Ysa Pa

The color introduced by daylight
The color of our first sight
The color brought by sunrise
The color reflected in your eyes
The color painted by sunset
The color when we first met
The color of fire and blaze
The color of your melting gaze
The color of blood flowing and shed
The color of the words you’ve said
The color you wore that day
The color of brick walls in the way
The color of your cheeks and lips
The color of and apple that fell to a cliff
The color of soaring balloons
The color of the moon
The color of roses that mesmerize
The color of promises, now making me sick
The color of memories and flashbacks
The color of wanting you back
The color of my anger
The color of our faded fervor
The color of hearts and celebration
The color of separation
The color of warmth and heat
The color of loss and defeat
The color of what has been
The color which I’ll never see again
The color introduced by your presence
The color stolen by your absence
Red is the color of the blazing sun
Red isn’t the color, now that you’re gone
Red is the color of love in our eyes
Red isn’t the color when that love faced demise

3. Five Little Crayons

      by Anonymous

Five little crayons colored a scene.
Yellow, blue, orange, red and green.
“Look,” said Yellow, “My sun is bright!”
Blue said, “Great! My river’s just right”
Orange said, “Flowers! I’ll draw something new”
Red said, “Great, I’ll add some too!”
“Sigh,” said Green, “I’m tired of trees,
And grass and bushes and tiny leaves.
I think I’ll draw a big green cloud!”
“A big green cloud should be allowed!”
The crayons all smiled and didn’t think twice.
A big green cloud sounded rather nice!

4. Maker of Heaven and Earth

       by Cecil Frances Alexander

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.
Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colours,
He made their tiny wings.
The rich man in his castle,
The poor man at his gate,
God made them, high or lowly,
And ordered their estate.
The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset, and the morning,
That brightens up the sky;
The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one.
The tall trees in the greenwood,
The meadows where we play,
The rushes by the water,
We gather every day;–
He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell,
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.

5. Twinkle, Twinkle Rainbow Star

       by Anonymous

Twinkle, twinkle yellow* star,
How I wonder where you are?
Let’s go looking here and there,
Let’s go looking everywhere.
Twinkle, twinkle, yellow star,
How I wonder where you are?

6. Five Red Ladybugs

       by Anonymous

Five Red Ladybugs
Five red ladybugs climbing up a door,
One flew away then there were four.
Four red ladybugs sitting on a tree,
One flew away then there were three.
Three red ladybugs landed on a shoe,
One flew away then there were two.
Two red ladybugs looking for some fun,
One flew away and then there was one.
One red ladybug sitting in the sun,
She flew away and then there were none.

7. Orange Garden Poem

       by Anonymous

(Tune: The Wheels on the Bus)
The pumpkins in my garden are orange, orange, orange,
Orange, orange, orange,
Orange, orange, orange,
The pumpkins in my garden are orange, orange, orange,
The carrots in my garden are orange, orange, orange,
Orange, orange, orange,
Orange, orange, orange,
The carrots in my garden are orange, orange, orange,
The oranges on my tree are orange, orange, orange,
Orange, orange, orange,
Orange, orange, orange,
The oranges on my tree are orange, orange, orange,
The peaches on my tree are orange, orange, orange,
Orange, orange, orange,
Orange, orange, orange,
The peaches on my tree are orange, orange, orange

8. Green

       by Anonymous

Green, green, the grass is green,
A jumping frog and a long string bean,
The juiciest apple you’ve ever seen,
Green, green, green my darling.
I’ll sing this song, that’s what I’ll do,
I love green more than red or blue,
Won’t you try to sing it too?
Green, green, green my darling.

9. See Lows Can Please

       by Dominique Webb 

What the flip was CeeLo Green
Doing on the X Factor looking keen?
In a dress of yellow and pink flowers
With flaccid, psychedelic powers?

I felt as if I was back in the 60s,
Drifting high with the hippies,
I was sent to planet Zigzag,
In need of a sedating jag.

Color Poems for Kids

Little ones can learn about colors by reading children’s poems. Kids will get knowledge about many colors, their characteristics, and how colors are created as a result of this through these easy color poetries for kindergarten.

1. Yellow

       by David McCord

Green is go
And red is stop
And yellow is peaches with cream on top.
Earth is brown 
And Blue is sky
Yellow looks good on a butterfly.
Clouds are white,
Black, pink or mocha;
Yellow is a dish of tapioca.

2. Morning Argument

       by Sara Barkat

Pretty in red
black hair straight
she got out of bed
she got up and she read
my story, not of plates,
pretty in red
my poem led
us to a debate
she got out of bed
she sang instead
so early, not late
pretty in red
she was now quite ahead
she always knew the date
pretty in red
she got out of bed.

3. Roses are Red, Leaves are Green

       by Anonymous

Roses are red
Leaves are green 
Nature is so beautiful
That makes it look so serene. 
Roses are red 
Leaves are green
I was looking for you
where’ve you been
Roses are red
Leaves are green
The presence of you
makes nature clean.
Roses are red 
Leaves are green
Do not pluck the flower
And be mean. 
Roses are red 
Leaves are green 
You are the favorite 
flower of the queen.

4. Pink peonies

       by Chris K

delicate pretty flowers
all shades of pink peonies
fertility empowers
dances unicorn ponies

5. October

       by Annette Wynne

Black and gold and red and brown,
Olive, pink, and blue,
What a riot of a gown
What a medley hue!
What a way to go about
Crimson cloak and vest!
October is a dancer
Dancing down the West

6. Frequently the woods are pink

       by Emily Dickinson

Frequently are brown.
Frequently the hills undress
Behind my native town.
Oft a head is crested
I was wont to see –
And as oft a cranny
Where it used to be –
And the Earth – they tell me –
On its Axis turned!
Wonderful Rotation!
By but twelve performed!”

7. All Green

       by John Niederbuhl

The leaves on the trees are all green
Green, green, green, green, green.
Calling us to life
Do you know what I mean?
The leaves on the trees are all green
Green, green, green, green, green.
Even on the darkest night
Do you know what I mean?
The leaves on the trees are all green
Green, green, green, green, green.
They sing in the wind
Do you know what I mean?
The leaves on the trees are all green
Green, green, green, green, green.
Like I’ve always loved you 
Do you know what I mean?

8. Pink Poems About Nature

       by Milady Mar

The morning sky turned a brilliant pink
as fluffy white clouds assimilate
slowly the sun rays deepen the glow
vibrant and colorful, nature’s best
upon mankind her riches bestow
the morning sky turned a brilliant pink
magnificent sunrise, truly blest”

9. The Answer

       by Anonymous

When I go back to earth
And all my joyous body
Puts off the red and white
That once had been so proud,
If men should pass above
With false and feeble pity,
My dust will find a voice
To answer them aloud:
“Be still, I am content,
Take back your poor compassion—
Joy was a flame in me
Too steady to destroy.
Lithe as a bending reed
Loving the storm that sways her—
I found more joy in sorrow
Than you could find in joy.”

Color Poems for Middle School

Strive to instill the habit of reading poetry in your middle school-going children; as it will help them develop a strong imagination and a sense to understand the deeper meaning of colors.

1. Butterfly Dreams-Nursery Rhyme

       by Evelyn Judy Buehler

There was an old woman, who lived in town,
She had seven cats, all of whom wore frowns,
When crimson butterflies left, each sundown,
Off to their sweet dreams in the thistledown.

Much more fun to run in sun and green grass,
Than going to bed, with pearl moon, at last;
But, in puss dreams, butterflies made a splash,
They were all colors flying, while cats dashed!

2. 1975 Muted Colors

       by Caren Krutsinger

Muted yellow, brown and orange
the “in” crowd decorated in these colors in 1975.
Stoves, lamps, pillows, bedding, couch cushions
were orange, brown and muted yellow.
Soon everybody had jumped into the fray,
taking the plunge, everyone alive.
I resisted the urge, for I despise muted colors,
so I was shunned, the “odd” fellow.

3. The Tale of Red and Blue

       by M.A.Quake

Have you ever heard the tale of Red and Blue?
Red lived a lie, while Blue stood in their truth.
One was a bird, and one was a fish.
One chased goals, while the other chased a wish.

They loved each other, but they were so different;
Like missing puzzle pieces of each other’s existence.
But were they really puzzle pieces if they didn’t fit?
Did the tale mean anything at all since both parties quit?

4. The Old Footbridge

       by M.L. Kiser

In the distance, a turquoise aqua sky
frames the foliage as it caresses the morning sunlight.
I walk the old footbridge in contemplation,
as the purity of an autumn dawn gifts my lungs,
with fresh ozone. Oak leaves wave in changing colors
and before me swirl colors of harvest elation.

5. Vermillion

       by L.L. Barkat

The words in my house
were flat,
one syllable,
hard beginnings
or endings,
easy to line up–
like wooden dominoes–
easy to use, remember.
I spent years
trying to replace them
with a fluency of crimson
indigo emerald lapis
vermillion (how I loved
vermilion when I found it).
And still I haunt
Neruda Akhmatova
Darwish’s girl, her spirit
transparent as apricots in March,
looking for—what?
Something rounder
than what I was given,
something beyond black and white,
something like blown red glass.

6. Beach Sunset

       by Karen L. G. Eisenlord

splitting sea and sky
fiery circle descending
colors merge to night

7. Orange Poem

       by Quinn Graw

One it is a colour
Two it is a fruit
no rhyme is possible being
for the simple orange
rings eccentric and true.
Delightful citrus scent
the colour remains a bright accent.
Cheerful and bright
orange is a beautiful sight.
The round fruit
with a taste worthy to recruit
fills the air with a tangy smell
refreshing the nostrils
from the odours that formerly dwelled.

Four bedroom walls
may be too bright for orange
that I tried while living on the farm.
Campfire orange
while pleasant to the eyes
too much for some to absorb
I shall not further disguise
my favourite colour.
This is the uplifting colour
of the small pocket journal
that I write this in true.
On the colour wheel galore from pumpkin to peach
the colour uplifting the spirit remains true.
Eat the fruit, paint the walls
for the poet no better colour exists than orange

Final Thoughts

Poems have included color from the very beginning.

Colors are used in writing and poetry to ignite a variety of emotions in the readers.

Whether it is spoken or written, language itself contains symbols.

As a result, the use of color symbolism in literature gives words deeper meaning and makes poetry a more potent tool.

We shared many different poems for colors with you to give you a clear picture of color symbolism in poetry and how different colors are carriers of emotions.

We hope that you liked these color poems, if yes then let us know!

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