inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
My Color Reel
Red is my Vibe. It’s exciting and vibrant, yet blue at times surrounds me with trust and belief in the environment; now, black brings me back to my sexy and culture of survival. But, wow, that brown, it’s the tone of most positives in the slate of white-based realities. However, green sometimes confuse my mind with possibilities of paths of vitality. At the same time, yellow brings me back to my safe place of purpose, passion, and truality. This brings me to Orange as that sponge of knowledge, wisdom, and practice. It balances the equation of my color reel of reality.
By Marilyn Carroll5 years ago in Poets
Shades of colour
Part 1 shades of colour rainbows show the brightest colours in storms that know how to ruin. Red is anger that causes wars and can bring down a nation. Green is jealousy like how we need to steal land which causes deforestation. We handle things with such destruction that our egos hold our integrity and put us in places where we choose violence over empathy. Yellow is the shade of envy which comes together with green’s jealousy. Orange is greed as we are happy enough to watch people suffer and struggle for things like basic needs such as food. It’s not right but that’s sometimes the world's mood. Blue is pain that leaves it’s scars and marks on a person's soul as they lose sight of themselves in search of causing damage. Pink is pride like how we don’t care who’s caught in crossfire as long as it’s not us, we will add to the ammo mission being fired. The shade that is purple weighs down many and that is abandonment as we are so easily left out and forgotten. No cares if we wither away and become rotten. There are three main shades to a storm; those are white which is the feeling of numbness, black which is the void we feel within us and grey which is the feeling of sadness. You might have thought black would have been darkness. Darkness is a state not a feeling so what emotion falls perfectly with darkness? Nothing more than the feeling of void.
By Little Rose Bird5 years ago in Poets
