Ochre Poems - Poems about Ochre

Dawn gently woke the sun on this humid morn He yawned with splayed fingers of tepid light dappling brown cattails along the lake's edge and golden wings of a dragonfly ready for flight A tint of rich ochre glossed...Read the rest...

(Reviewed by a snooty correspondent) November dons her coats of warm terries, tans, a few ochres, but surely not bright. (Except for sneaky, red-coated berries, peeking from bushes, agrin with delight.) November's dress: pretty dull, never shines. We prefer October's boisterous...Read the rest...

When the sun rises From between the verdant mountains, And above the silent valleys… It passes a tinge… Of light-yellow and white, Which delights the ones Watching this magnificent sight. The golden rays drive out the melancholy From the body… Which glitters under the...Read the rest...

I fought one piggish Titan and I won As if that devious Leech existed not; Sealing the very firy nose of his gun With ball-like rags to sap every shot. A long-lionized mogul of giant name Slew my low...Read the rest...

Sunlight painted glossy ribbons in warm ochre and muted sage ripplings in soft pastel hues across the surface of a tranquil lake Between cane reeds they swam silken threads on the breakfast table of a lone Indigo heron standing with feathers and...Read the rest...

I Grey spaces, but the day has broken Hope rubs an eye, turns back to snooze Clear water in mason jar hold one life No frills, no leaves, ochre lotus intrudes ... Hopes falling into grey sleep II Sometimes a solitary dandelion...Read the rest...

Ochre Field The ritual Of hailing Ra Begins anew each morning. Golden faces straighten to meet The first rays of their namesake. Dew-tipped petals Surround the ebony Cyclops As each giant flower awakens. They stand Vigilant in the field As blossomed monoliths of life. They sway In tune...Read the rest...

Into the sunset !4/05/2014 Yellow ochre sun In Vermilion sky What a lovely canvas Pleasing to the eye Cirrus clouds change From grey to red As wild birds fly To their tree top bed Red now changes Back to darkened grey As...Read the rest...

I used to dream of yellow mud, well more like yellow water stained with yellow ochre clay, so vast, in it I felt so good. In this I swam, just like an eel, in creamy dream of yellow feel; other...Read the rest...