Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
susan-oreillyPoems
She loved it on him Made her want to sin He fulfilled her every whim Always gave in How he feels without her Snuggled in its hue Sitting in her chair Such a sad view The colour of her kitchen He smiles unknowingly Remembers her ******** Though always wittily Her perfume simply called blue Lingers in the air He dabs a tear or two Imagines sniffing her hair Parents called her Violet How could they have known Her favourite palette And she not grown Jarred out of his reverie A clapping of tiny feet His hand taken lovingly As she dances to her own beat Violets legacy, beautiful Her eyes a gorgeous shade He called her Belle Can’t believe what they’ve made He drinks her eyes in That colour unique Breaks into a grin His future not so bleak
0
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
Blue
She loved it on him Made her want to sin He fulfilled her every whim Always gave in How he feels without her Snuggled in its hue Sitting in her chair Such a sad view The colour of her kitchen He smiles unknowingly Remembers her ******** Though always wittily Her perfume simply called blue Lingers in the air He dabs a tear or two Imagines sniffing her hair Parents called her Violet How could they have known Her favourite palette And she not grown Jarred out of his reverie A clapping of tiny feet His hand taken lovingly As she dances to her own beat Violets legacy, beautiful Her eyes a gorgeous shade He called her Belle Can’t believe what they’ve made He drinks her eyes in That colour unique Breaks into a grin His future not so bleak
Written by
susan-oreilly
F/Irish
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem