fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about what makes a good poem and the poetry rules that were made to be broken.
ME made of more colors than three.
Start writing... Streaked by the sun, my marigolds grow. Peaches and cream set the streaks on my cheeks. Emerald glares from my gaze. As I once stumbled through a slate haze. My breathe now blue as a breeze. Violets are my kisses, fuchsia is my squeeze. Crimson and tangerine set my eyes ablaze, it's that fire in my eye that subdued my high. The colors of my soul, give my aura a prismatic glow! For Iam the one made to love in color because the world is black and white!
By Melynda mccord 5 years ago in Poets
Color ME BLUE
Come hither you say in a voice as sultry & smooth as a deep sea blue wave. I am but a step away. We lean into each other as only our damp foreheads graze. Your skin a burnished and bronzed copper; mine, a shade of pale cream with speckles of cocoa brown. My hair, a deep golden red, is fire-lit from the setting sun behind me. I feel your harmonic blue-violet QI radiate through me, enveloping us in a protective shield of weightless shimmering white. BREATHE. We clasp hands. My blood red fingernails almost match the hastening sun in her final burst of splendor before her evening's rest. We dig our heels deep into the golden silky sand and off we dash towards the serene indigo blue of midnight Water. Restoration. MNI WICONI ~ WATER IS LIFE
By Donna Gregory5 years ago in Poets
