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brown eyed girl
brown was a mix of everything blue from the ocean where she learned to swim red from the scrapes on her shins caused from her bike
Rains
Since childhood, anger fueled me. Frustration, disgust, and raw defiance of my circumstances - those were my motivating influences.
Hunter BlakelyPublished 3 years ago in PoetsThough I May Be Colourblind
Though I may be colourblind, still I see in you, the ruddy tint upon your lips, your fingertips turn blue. Today will end and so it slips
Ollie FeatherPublished 3 years ago in PoetsColor blind
Exploring paths of twisted light: Filtered Greens, dancing Golds. Ambers sparkling through hidden ravines expose memories of forgotten hue.
Charles WigleyPublished 3 years ago in PoetsImperceptive
Travelling timewards, unravelling through sliding doors, Fractals within fractals, never bound by universal law, Gravitating blindly then colliding with such violent force,
Her, me, pink.
Suddenly, everything turned black. The warmth of her hands wrapped around my waist, pushing me softly against the wall. My fingers became tangled around the golden of her hair.
Estefy VasconezPublished 3 years ago in PoetsA Purple Escape
The crackled rain that falls upon my face, Reveals the class and skin of my mixed race. You know and see a trait that may mistake,
Omnicolore
Aloha, Pictured is a poetic postulate on #Color by myself, Kainoa Written. This piece was written to be submitted to Vocal & Moleskine for their True Colors poem challenge.
Kainoa WrittenPublished 3 years ago in PoetsClose
The sun doesn't rise and fall with your arrival and departure Yet I only see daylight when you're here And I awaken at the sound of your voice alone
Katrina ByrdPublished 3 years ago in PoetsThe big sister
I am Cathy, the big sister, the girl who keeps all the naughty babies in line. They took my childhood when Michael was born.
Grey Fragment
I remember visiting your place, you lived across the road from a good friend I would frequent. I was sitting on your chest of draws as those who were with me left no other vacancy. We did not stay long, not that it bothered me that much as I did not know you outside of that in passing.
James W McDonaldPublished 3 years ago in PoetsEndless Colors
I am every single color that ever there has been, born of such angry reds and the most envious of greens, but I’m as much the pink of love
Marianna FelfoldiPublished 3 years ago in Poets