Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: colors

  • Colors and Tales

    Do colors tell stories too? I would say yes. Have you seen a field of ripe wheat or a bunch of yellow mangoes? The golden heads of wheat tell stories of a potential harvest. The murky water rushing down the hills conveys tales of pollution. From my personal experience, a dusty stream suggests that a…

  • If you let me paint

    So if you let me paint the world, I would imagine the sunrise over wheat fields And fast approaching evening when birds fly home

  • Amuse: Three Things

    Three things still baffle me: a crab, the walk like that of an undecided drunk, tip to left and then like a call back to its senses, an effort to the right, a herd of goats or sheep, chewing and giving a familiar stare one might think they knew me from somewhere, an ant, wise…

  • Green

    Green is the color of life,Of dew descent upon tree leavesAnd branches,Of forests blessed with floral thingsAnd many beings that fly on wingsAnd plumages

  • Colors, the First part

    Colors are very beautiful They tell a lot about all; And a little about this and that The ocean, the sun The mice that live across The busy street roads Or the golden corn field And the wild, the deserts And the ice of Antarctica Colors describe our feelings Red with rage The royal purple……

  • Color called dirt

    There’s no color called dirt but that of the earth It is the hue that gives life yet it drags on the floor It gives a humid stench when it cakes up on water And tastes man’s grief when we lose a loved one

  • Colors

    Colors are very beautiful They tell a lot about all; And a little about this and that The ocean, the sun The mice that live across The busy street roads Or the golden corn field And the wild, the deserts And the ice of Antarctica Colors describe our feelings Red with rage The royal purple……

  • The Rainbow, 1st

    1 The rainbow is my favorite color  Her beauty radiates upon the cloud Dressed like a man wearing a talisman Savoring the scent of the sweet airs,  A mirage because the rain won’t fall after all 2 There sits the rainbow across the firmaments Watching quietly, observing the rules of the airs Belittling the heights of…