"Colours" A collection of colourful poems
The colour of our lives effect us in so many ways,It can make us happy, safe or sad, so choose your colours with care.
The Robin, the quintessential resident English bird
So friendly, so sweet, and a friend all the year round
He will sing all through the night it’s a wondrous sound to be heard
And in wintertime his cousins from Scandinavia and Europe
Make up his merry band.
Little Robin red breast is a Christmas friend
As he makes his visit to our gardens to enjoy his Christmas treats
Fighting the blue tits and chasing the Dunnocks out of the garden, for sunflower hearts.
Robins are territorial all year round; during the spring and summer this territory is for breeding, but
at other times individual robins hold territories for feeding.
Robins will defend their territories to the death.
I meld with green
I associate with green
green is my favourite colour
my bond with green is forever
it is the colour of life
it is the colour of MY life
green brings forth a universe of other colours
green itself is of other colours, as we all are,
the earth is green, the sky is part green as is the sea.
To many times in my life as a child and now as an adult have I passed it by without even a thought and watched as it dies
and yet it returns to me every year renewed and revitalized.
Green is poetry, green is song, and green is the music of existence.
The Black Panther snarls as he sniffs out his prey
He patiently waits for the passing bouquet
He hunts better at night, much more, then the day
And surveys his domain every which way
The only thing seen, as you may pass by
Is that wild hungry, look found in his eye
His whiskers flick, as he savours the air
Full of the scent, of prey everywhere
Be careful my friend, for the very next victim
Could well be you, as one of them.
Tonight will be a blue moon, and I will spend it with my love
It’s New Years Eve; we will both look upon, the same moon, up above
The moon will shine upon her rose, I sent for her to hold
Whilst I read some lines from Wordsworth
His words waft magic to us, his lines beg to unfold
The breeze will sing our song for us
As we bathe in blue moons light
And my love and I will be together
Lit by blue moon this night.
Greens, brown and silvers, barely show through winters dust of frost and snow
Fading colours breathe their last, as autumn yields to winters blasts
The land is bathed with a shimmering white; hush abounds as birds take flight
Seeking warmer climes in lands, of palms and forests and warmer sands
Children wake to make their mark, in virgin snow untouched and stark
Chimneys pour their smoke on high to sully snow clouds in the sky
Speak soft, as robins breasts of red, flutter to the tables spread
With kitchens scraps mixed in with seeds, tread soft and watch the visitors feed
Gold and green finches join the feast, to battle cold wind from the north-east
Winters come, the time is nigh, fresh snows do battle in the sky
Tiring shoppers on their way, with gifts and Fayre for Christmas day
Hurry home to welcome yellow fires, to sounds of music from singing choirs
The snow outside swathes trodden paths, with marbled blankets through the night
To await the mornings squeals and cheers, a brand new battleground for fresh snow fights
These are the colours the winter brings, esteemed by all, from paupers to kings
Halfway between Green and Yellow is Chartreuse, why people choose to mix it no one knows
On their own they have a magical simplicity of purity
Add a white for all to see the colours of natures mystery
The delicate Daisy is where its all at, little girls making chains and decorating hats
Chasing each other and playing tit for tat.
The daisy stands proud swaying gentle in the breeze
Watching the kids and tempting the bees
All is well in the meadow today with the yellows and greens in natures bouquet.
Memories of colours from the day before
The pure silk white of a tub of Carte D’Or
Wondering about the day that is to come
Daydreaming of colours that’s the rule of thumb
The green of the grass the sky’s brightest of blue
Colours filter my eyes to allow hues to pass through
I feel calm with a blue as softly I tread
Then turn a corner into a red
Red is the colour I have on my bed
Excitement and energy, passion, desire
Flickering yellow from a dancing fire
Mauve and purple give a majestic twang, to the lavenders scent
Even the hard cold grey from builders cement
Memories of colours so sharp in my mind
As the nights black of sleep leave my colours behind
Then I awake to a brand new day
Once more to open my eyes to Mother Nature’s bouquet
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