Poems about colours (46 Poems)
Men with trivial scars (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We wear scars from our youth, trifling things reflecting those earnings from growing days, of battles raised and wounds worn in simple praise of a Spring of early learning’s. I was there when you broke your arm, we were sliding … Continue reading
Joys of the chase (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Colours fade into nameless shades of grey and where the tonsure of bas-relief crudely stands effete, semantic symbolism degrades into meaninglessness. The artefacts of an old existence deny you humanity but you don’t recognise them anyway, they are not bound … Continue reading
For you secular needs (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Somebody please explain, can you help me understand; I’ve watched the weather radar creep its colours on the screen and watched out of the window for the band of welcome rain. One tells me its raining, the other looks unchanged. … Continue reading
Dreams of better days (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
At break of day we rested, the contest of our wills declined to wrest the peace away and where the foreign powers held sway a quiet was in abundance; a ghostly calm entranced the crowd shrouded in the shadow dance … Continue reading
Colours in lamplight (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Colours in lamplight are previews, scarcely eschewed as wave-length turbulence tuned to closeness and friendship. Colours in firelight are skin-warmed glowings, harbouring contentment, revealing intuitive insight. Colours in moonlight are barely shown shy smiles recalled with eidetic intensity from reservoirs … Continue reading
After the rain (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Resurgent greens and stronger hues combined within the colours in-between will spring again, the reddish brown has nearly gone and all the silver greys erased in darker shades that shine with slickly natured stains after the gentle, gentle rain. Clouded … Continue reading
And The Piper Dreams (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
And the Piper dreams as he pipes up in his mind colours in choral horizons distant, of courtliness dimmed in time, at the puddling waters edge he stands spread square and neat and blows a lambent dirge, a frisson to … Continue reading
A Creature Catechism (Bliss Carman Poem)
I Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea? LORD, said a flying fish, Below the foundations of storm We feel the primal wish Of the earth take form. Through the dim green water-fire We see the red … Continue reading
Song. Good Counsel to a Young Maid (Thomas Carew Poem)
GAZE not on thy beauty’s pride, Tender maid, in the false tide That from lovers’ eyes doth slide. Let thy faithful crystal show How thy colours come and go : Beauty takes a foil from woe. Love, that in those … Continue reading
Americanisation (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Britannia needs no Boulevards, No spaces wide and gay: Her march was through the crooked streets Along the narrow way. Nor looks she where, New York’s seduction, The Broadway leadeth to destruction. Britannia needs no Cafes: If Coffee needs must … Continue reading