Poetry Studio

COLOR  POEMS

With homage to Mary O'Neill's classic collection of poetry, Hailstones and Halibut Bones, the poems below celebrate color.

What comes to your mind when you think about certain colors? Use this pattern to write your own color poems

If I could be red,
I'd shout my name from the chimney tops.
I'd flash a warning, "Clear the track!"
I'd sound the alarm, "Fire! Fire!"
If I could be red,
everyone would hear my name.

If I could be blue,
I'd etch my name in thin shadows on a frozen field.
I'd slip under the wing of a long-legged pond bird.
I'd glide the wake of an ocean leviathan.
If I could be blue,
everyone would find peace in my name.

If I could be green,
I'd grow my name in a secret garden.
I'd dance with leprechauns beneath a lucky leaf.
I'd blow my sweet breath in summer's hot face.
If I could be green,
everyone would feel refreshed by my name.

If I could be brown,
I'd sprinke my name across an upturned nose.
I'd ride the shoulders of a runaway boy no one can catch.
I'd warm the bed of a seed baby waiting to grow.
If I could be brown,
everyone would taste the sweetness of my name.

If I could be orange,
I'd carve my name on a face that glows in the dark.
I'd lick frost from the fingers of autumn night air.
I'd skulk about fields in watchful waiting.
If I could be orange,
everyone would look out for me!

If I could be yellow,
I'd trickle my name over sweet roasted ears.
I'd bathe windows in my morning light.
I'd bury my chin in the downy neck of a barnyard baby.
If I could be yellow,
everyone would feel the warmth of my name.

If I could be gray,
I'd pencil my name on an elephant's back.
I'd billow from tall city stacks.
I'd gorge myself with rain 'til I burst.
If I could be gray,
everyone would feel the weight of my name.

If I could be purple,
I'd scroll my name in velvety folds of a royal robe.
I'd cling to a bursting bunch on a summery vine.
I'd scale the crags of snow-capped peaks.
If I could be purple,
everyone would know the richness of my name.

If I could be pink,
I'd paint my name on the inside of a shell.
I'd whisper my secret in a rabbit's ear.
I'd brush my petals on a baby's cheek.
If I could be pink,
everyone would be gentle with my name.

If I could be white,
I'd tat my name in frosty lace on a wintry pane.
I'd float sugar pillows on a steamy chocolate cup.
I'd gather the wind in my billows and blow across the sky.
If I could be white,
everyone would know the lightness of my name.

If I could be black,
I'd ink my name on the sleek body of a jungle cat.
I'd hide in the crown of a magician's silk hat.
I'd tuck myself in twists of a licorice rope.
If I could be black,
no one would find me.

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