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POEM STARTER
Write a poem inspired by a colour.
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**como insignificantes gotas de rocio,**
**bajo la naciente lluvia intensa,**
**estamos ambos, en el mismo rio**
**ahora creciente, antes tierra desierta.**
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**trato de acercame a ti, pero**
**inevitable es que dude de ello.**
**te siento tan lejano ultimamente **
**te veo y dudo qué es lo que veo.**
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**los recuerdos salen a la luz,**
**en mi mente brillan sin miedo.**
**me dejan ciega y m...
Red can means anything,
The way people shaped it,
Caused the difference.
Red like the blood,
Flowing in our bodies,
Giving us the power to fight.
Blood is hot,
Not afraid of the challenges,
Like a water droplet,
Continue to penetrate the stone.
Blood is tough,
Stand up again and again,
Survive the night,
Rise from the ashes.
Blood has a soul,
And it will never fade,
Even more shining,
As the d...
I used to hate the color pink, simply because people said it was for girls.
All the girls around me loved pink so little me..
I loved blue.
Blue was a boy color.
So I tried to hang out with the boys.
They didn't like having a girl around.
As I got older, I realized maybe pink wasn't such a bad color.
Hot pink wasn't very pretty, but a light pink was.
A dark pink could still look good.
...
The fireflies flirted with the dark
Giving eyes to the shadows.
It was them who had seen
Me sneak into Mr. Gramintz’s yard
And swipe his golf club.
A different set of flashing lights
Now flood the driveway;
I remember it clearly,
The changing colors
Striking my father’s face.
In the corner was my shame,
Poorly hidden.
His child; cursed child.
He stood, his legs broad trunks
Anchored to the ground ...
My favorite color is...
well, I don't really know.
It's whatever the color of your eyes is.
Hazel, maybe? green, with flecks of orange in the center?
whatever the name of that color is, I want everything to be the same shade.
I want to swim in oceans made of that hue.
I want to cup your cheek and just stare into your eyes for hours, because *god* you're pretty.
If I could only see in one co...
Pink blooms,
In the careless joy of spring flowers,
A mockery of hope,
With each delicate pedal.
In the vibrancy of pink,
I think of cut out paper hearts,
Of love and tender kisses,
A love that curdles into a hollow ache.
Cotton candy spun from dreams,
Dissolves on my tongue,
Leaving behind a bitter aftertaste.
For dreams, I’ve learned,
Are cruel and unattainable.
Everywhere, pink w...
Blue skies
Over blue waters,
And dogs with blue collars.
Clashing with the deep blue shades
Of my soul.
Blue curtains
Hanging over blue bedsheets,
Decorated with blue butterflies.
Clashing with the watery ‘blue’
Of my tears.
Blue headphones
Next to blue loading screens,
And blue text we’re not meant to see.
Clashing with the questionably blue eyes
Of my ignorant family.
Blue cars
With old blue...
Grey.
What is it to be grey?
With an E or an A?
It’s likely that you can count on one hand,
the number of people who’s favorite color,
is gray.
Ashy and mellow.
Like static and concrete.
The dull hue does nothing, not for you.
Yet for me?
Grey stands to be timeless.
A marriage of white and black.
It’s just as everywhere as those two.
You’ll find fans of the dark color
and fans of ...
It’s cold outside.
Cold and raining.
The kind of rain where it only pours for a few minutes,
But the entire day is drizzly and humid.
The air is damp and cold,
Soothing against bare skin.
I want to stand perfectly still,
Close my eyes,
And breathe in this weather.
The sky is a calm, pale white.
It’s completely covered by clouds,
And the world is painted in grey.
I love this weather.
Where it feels...
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