Writing Prompt
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.
Writings
Blue
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...
The Inky Tide
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...
Death Chamber
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...
Grey
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...
Navy Tinted Glass (TW)
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...
Color
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....
The Pauper
I’m wearing purple
But I don’t feel like royalty
Cause that would mean people, far and wide
Would know me and love me
And gather to hear me speak
Purple would mean
They’d come from all corners of the land
They’d gawk and pray and wish
That they could stay in my presence
Purple would mean
My words would come with ease
My charisma would contain the crowds
And they would leave stunned, inspi...
Grey
Grey the dispassionate neutral
Of the industrial decor so brutal
Of a deep charcoal suit
With sophistication acute
Conservative, elegant and cool
A uniform at elementary school
Associated with wisdom
And old age that’s within some
Not a colour of great extremes
Rather middle ground by all means
It’s neither that bright stark white
nor imposing black like the night
It’s neither one thing no...
Blacks Comforting
Black.
I’m sitting underneath the stars listening to how the stars talk to me.
They tell me I like the color of your sweater, and i tell them I do too,
Because the stars home is black.
I found comfort in the darkness that’s lit by stars that are so far away.
I thought all my worries would dissipate in the darkness.
I didn’t feel real in the dark, like I was detached from the rest of the world.
Wh...