Oil we are,
Growth is far.
Not in winter,
Growth is bitter.
But in summer,
It’s a hummer
With a scent,
Strong as paint.
Not the chemical,
The strong level.
For its purity,
Makes a jeopardy.
With every scent,
It varies hint
Used in love,
Red is done.
Yellow, pink, white,
Meanings with light.
I like red,
It’s strong said.
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 5:35 PM UTC
Oil we are,
Growth is far.
Not in winter,
Growth is bitter.
But in summer,
It’s a hummer
With a scent,
Strong as paint.
Not the chemical,
The strong level.
For its purity,
Makes a jeopardy.
With every scent,
It varies hint
Used in love,
Red is done.
Yellow, pink, white,
Meanings with light.
I like red,
It’s strong said.
Sorry this was an attempt of making a poem with 3 words each line, same syllables and rhyming every second. I don’t believe it was a great attempt but more will come I’m sure!
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