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POEM STARTER
Write a poem inspired by a colour.
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Color on the canvas drips together in a river of hues
They mingle and they swirl
Some deep and some shallow
Each molecule touches as they collapse
Together they are desired for a beautiful shade of brown
It colors the cheeks of the women in the hall
At each glance I gain new perspective
The river of color returns to me again
This time it colors the end of her shawl...
The war between anger and sadness
Combined to make the perfect shade
But still
Fierce on their own
Anger
Bright with heat
Blistering red and ready to fight
Sadness
The royal blue
So calm and perfect from the outside
But alone, deep down
Together the two could make a perfect pair
With the perfect amount of heat and cool
But still the war rages on...
High
Like the sky
Deep
As the ocean reef
Blue
The colour of ponderers
You
Dazzled by its wonders
Let‘s drown
In this drunkenness
My gown
Is this teal bliss
It‘s calling to me
This colour of splendour
It calms this beast
Makes me surrender
A drug, a remedy
For this broken heart
Torn by tragedy
The blue a fresh start
Like a fish
I gasp, beholding it
I relish
The blue, soothing my spirit
A myri...
Violet
Can be Violent
The color
Of tyrants
Of royalty
Of defiance
Violet
Is a color
That I
Find favor
Most particularly
Besides others
Violet
Is soft
I like it
So sweet
Until someone
Removes “o” and “t”
Violet
Not real
It doesn’t breathe
Doesn’t speak
Doesn’t hate
Doesn’t feel
I like it more
That way
Oh, Violet!
Pretty, pretty Violet!
Can’t you stay
That way?
***
(Yes, Violet i...
My heart beats with a warm liquid pulse
The thruming pulse a child of anger
An anger that seeps through my flesh
Onto cheeks of Ivory and rose
A prick unto skin
born from a thorn
a oozing amber
which drips to my palm
And creeps down my arm
Harmonzing with the colors around me
A crimson Cardinal
flitters around
Sharing Hellos and goodbyes
with his melodic chirps
the flaming warmth of a hug
and ...
Blue, when I see the color blue
I see my name, I see my tears.
I see the sorrow and the fog,
It’s strong and doesn’t let me look through.
I forgot.
A long time ago.
What was it again, this name?
This name I choose,
I believe to help me see who I am.
But now, I’m lost.
Lost in this endless fog.
In this labyrinth of despair,
To find myself.
But who am I?
What is this personality I try to find ...
So often than not
I feel like a leaf balancing on a branch,
Tied to the mercurial weather.
Bright green to soak in the morning summer sun
Then yellow and orange from the sharper brisk air
Interrupted by hesitant dashes of light.
Soaked brown when a strong storm shakes me
As I cling to my crooked branch.
How I wished I was a root
Firmly situated beneath the solid earth
Absorbing what I needed fro...
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