Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
I used to long to blend into my surroundings I wanted to be just like everyone else But I never quite fit the mold I willed the whole wide world color blind in vain
By Shaye B.5 years ago in Poets
I dug a dark abyss around me, for which the colors that drew me dropped like a waterfall: My body is the rainbow spiraling
By Gabriel Santos5 years ago in Poets
I am— Obsidian: that volcanic rock forged by eruptions; sharp, the weapon Onyx: protector; jewel; transformer of lives
By Chiamaka Onu-Okpara5 years ago in Poets
When I flourished, I became green, And found love, And grew pride, Pride like a fraction of the rainbow, Proud of me!
By breanna5 years ago in Poets
Colors and tones move in within my body cells I dream the shining light or it dreamt me and my waves that far. Look who has been shining on my text message today the red zone alert, but I painted him green for the peace set up adding yellow, pink, and blue eye catch up.
By Darkos5 years ago in Poets
Why can’t I find my color? Does my soul not reflect a hue At least show me one color One that I know is true Maybe I’m like the ocean
By Randi T. McCray5 years ago in Poets
I’m red like my heart full of passion again Angry yet determined that I have a life to gain 445 shades of me eased with a melody that keeps me sane
By Sacha5 years ago in Poets
Half green. Butterflies fill my lungs As my breath hides behind an inescapable blush. My ambition precedes me. Spunk, Funk,
By Callie Gray5 years ago in Poets
thick slim girl Under this sky blue I was born melanin brown And under this sky blue Experiences were born too where I did not recognize my crown
By Jumoke Opeyemi5 years ago in Poets
Synesthesia. Do you know what it means? The most common form of synesthesia, Researchers believe, Is coloured hearing: sounds, music or voices Seen as colours.
By Naomi Esméralda5 years ago in Poets
I live my life like the indigo Squished up in the rainbow A part of a whole Never really on my own But who really ever wants to be alone?
By Sandy Lynn Myshell 5 years ago in Poets
If I were a colour I would pick green Green because it's my favourite colour The colour of plants, of trees Of grassy fields and summer leaves
By Mari Johnson5 years ago in Poets
