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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.

I am Lavender
I am lavender, through and through A combo of tones from pink to blue I am a soft dusty pink, tender and blushing Strong and assured, never rushing
By Ren Pleasants5 years ago in Poets
Colors I notice. Runner-Up in After the Parade Challenge.
Colors I notice The sky—after orange, before black; the blue the sky sinks into when the sun leaves the moon. My eyes change from blue to green and sometimes even gray.
By Sone Kramer5 years ago in Poets
Free Colour Wheeling
Part I I was born in the fire of my mother’s Pale blue fears and my fathers stale dry desires. That whittling fire became my womb.
By Mithyajoj (penname)5 years ago in Poets
EXPAND
breath flowing affluently feel the dreams come alive in a visual turnpike not all the time can i access my truth but when i do, it’s something extraordinary.
By Nic Brown5 years ago in Poets
Color Me by Numbers
Color me lonely: New city New friends New Orleans. New people to learn and unlearn But I can't unlearn my husband,
By Chantal Bianca Schoenherz5 years ago in Poets
Macedonia sisters
I never followed the ancient books For they gave me unpleasant looks They said two kiwi and one banana I said two strawberry and one Savannah
By Alessia Mavakala5 years ago in Poets
These Last Months
I put down my paints And held the graphite rod Firmly in my grasp. It was time to make sense of this world of mine And relinquish the comforting pastel washes
By LilyRose5 years ago in Poets
Proud of my colours
Red for a good life, one that’s worth living wholly, and true to yourself. Although our past shows, orange lighting the sky bright,
By Roos5 years ago in Poets
Faded Want
She always wanted. Wanted it to be shorter. No! Longer. Then she could wear it up. Braids. Twists. Buns. Anything but the indecisive tangle of a mop it was when it was worn free.
By Ashley Spyker5 years ago in Poets
The Rainbow Complex
My favourite thing about a rainbow, is the structure. The way each colour is necessary for the next, the way you can't have one without the other.
By ell5 years ago in Poets
Inception
it’s the black ink stains on my journal pages that are a ‘pour’tal for my emotions, allowing me to experience my souls voice. it’s a promising sensation that fate won’t repeat itself again. and that the past has been skilfully created; for me to experience this given moment would have to stem from a deeper understanding.
By x kaleidodream5 years ago in Poets
Colours
When you think of Colours what do you see Is it vibrant colours such as yellow and gold Or the beautiful blossom on the trees
By Suzanne Reeves5 years ago in Poets