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POEM STARTER
Write a poem where the opening line is about the colour you are wearing.
Think about all the connotations and symbolism your colour may have.
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Pink and green
Opposites always attract
Complimentary
That’s what they say
Right?
So why when I see a couple
One wearing pink
The other one green
Why do they always clash?
There was once a upon a time
Where they thought they could make it work
But now look at them!
They argue over little things
They sleep in separate beds
And they don’t even say “I love you” anymore
Opposites at...
Everything has a color.
Everything has a color
And a weight
And a feeling.
Of course, those are just the words I use.
Most of the time,
The colors aren’t actually colors.
The weights aren’t actually weights.
The feelings aren’t actually feelings.
But that’s the way I make sense of it,
The way I create words when there are none.
Songs are blue and black and pink,
Swirls merging and dividing.
A g...
Blue, my favorite color
Same as me and my sister’s eyes
It reminds me of
the oceans and of the
Sky and of the solar system
Of lakes, and of a deep mystery,
Of rivers, and of calmness
Blueberries,
My favorite fruit,
And bluebirds
Heavy rain, deep
Puddles, and sapphires
It reminds me of tears,
Sadness, laziness, comfort,
Exhaustion, and giving up
It reminds me how
I can’t feel anger
A...
I weave a shroud of night, a cloak of deepest black,
It wraps around my thoughts, a sorrow turning back
On memories that linger, whispers of a past,
A love that burned to embers, a dream that could not last.
The dark and well that is my heart spills forth its inky tide,
Black mascara stains my cheeks where laughter did reside.
The sun, a distant memory, veiled by a stormy sky,
No warmth can pier...
A dark void swimming between the murky silence of death, worn black like the eye sockets of a skull. Mysterious, holding secrets no one dare tell. Even after death, they stay trapped behind sewn lips and sharpened teeth.
Something so far out of reach, yet so close to you. Something you run to catch, yet is always chasing you. The same thing that is nothing but everything at the same time. Confusi...
I’m wearing grey
And like storm clouds I’m murky
Unclear and not fully explained
I am a gamut of a shade
The sun you cannot see
A path covered in piles of dead leaves
Indifference with lack of modesty
Not attracting too much attention
Never approaching each thing with a great sense of apprehension
The fleas that still jump the same height as the jar
The way Hubble’s law explains the abs...
Acrylic paint stains on a navy background.
Watercolours don't.
Blood doesn't either.
Don't ask me how I know this,
because I'm not going to answer.
I will say that I always wear
navy jumpers,
even in the summertime.
Muddy grass stains on white shorts.
I started bleeding monthly and wore black.
I stopped wearing shorts when I ran out of room,
and when my thighs grew tired of the weight,
my calve...
I feel green, but what might that mean?
Might it mean I’m full of life from my head to my feet. Am I the start to growth into a new beginning, do I give life to everything around me?
If so, why, why do people think my color is to express disgust when I’m far from such atrocious word.
My color is the most lively thing out there, my color is life....
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