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Alif Imran Apr 2016
At this rate, it's just despair and un-healed broken heart that keep on bleed and bleed. I want to be able to touch you and feel your warmth all around me. To feel your fingers linger all over my body. To feel those gentle breath at my neck. To feel you feeling me.

At this rate, it's just hope and dreams in pieces. All of you is gone, leaving all of me alone in this consuming darkness of my own beautiful thoughts. You and me, we were the kings of our own lovely world, but why, why why why did you have to let go?

At this rate, i'm broken and helpless, i compared my ruined life to those with beautiful and lively one. I am done sewing my wounds and scars. Let the blood flows, let the pain consume my sane slowly. Let me be crazy over my own sadness. Let me dance in my own tears while i stab myself furiously with hope and dreams.

At this rate, i am feeling nothing, the world seems to be in black and white. I need you back, i need you to be the palatte of colours to my life. Without you, i'm colourless.
JDK Sep 2016
Twenty times two is twenty-two;
I've got all of five years on you.
Please paint me in a hue that pleases your palatte.
I hope you brought enough blue.
"If I were green I would die."
Lindee  Sep 2014
frustration
Lindee Sep 2014
The words that pool around my mouth are sedimentary
left over from geniune artists
a palatte unrinsed.
I feel so forced
to make it.
A starving artists' dining requests
put it on the tab
write it down
Let me make it. It's mine.
Times New Roman has a new Helen
and she has no time for rocking horses or wars.
Every time I write
I begin to feel incomplete
and it's so frustrating, all these words crowding the inside of my mouth
waiting for the go-ahead.
When their speaker cannot see beyond her own childish feet.
SøułSurvivør Feb 2016
in absentia
the sun
spreads colorless
refraction
throughout
the
night sky

rainbows of the moon
spread on a palatte
of black
blue
and grey

after
chasing the sun
for so long
I have
changed
to moon gazing

she is much less demanding

her riches are not gold
but silver

and her
rainbows
can be caught
in my hand

they refract
in my

tears



SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/1/2016
Jackie Mead Apr 2018
I walk the river down one side and travel back the other.
I watch the people walk their dogs and children with their mother.
I see the beauty along the course, birds nesting in the trees,
swans swimming with their young,
the fast running water of the weir,
the blueness of the sky,
the yellowness of the sun.
I see the colours of the earth, surrounding us in nearby fields,
where farmers have ploughed the soil the colour is earthly brown.
The field next to it is a blaze of green,
what the brown field will yield is yet to be seen.
Flowers starting to open their colourful heads, Daffodils, Primroses, Tulips , Bluebells  Snowdrops, Crocuses and Hyacinths, in various shades, of Yellow, Red, Blue and White, it really is a beautiful sight.
The warmth of Spring starting to generate various shades of Red, Blue, White, Yellow and Green
The Palatte of Spring is a riot of colour and truly wonderful to see
Don't you just love Spring
Salmabanu Hatim Sep 2017
You are my golden Sun,
Your radiant smiles play sweet melodies in my heart.
You are my rainbow in rain,
An artist's palatte of colours,
A different shade for every new
day.
You are my glowing moon,
Smoothing away my tears and fears,
With your mesmerising look.
You are my twinkling stars,
Studded in the night sky,
Glistening jewels of my eyes.
You are my red, red rose,
Your sweet fragrance,
Intoxicates my very being.
You are the apple of my eye,
Without you I cannot survive,
A frosting on my cake,
I must have.
You are my guardian Angel,
A precious gift,
Loving, caring tender,
The light of my life.
Dedicated to my granddaughter on her birthday.
Tafuta Atarashī  Mar 2018
Spring
Tafuta Atarashī Mar 2018
Spring rain
Drops,
And drips,
And drizzles,
Over vibrant flower petals
As moonlight filters through
Thick clouds to illuminate
Your eccentric hues.
And when the sunrise dawns
And reveals the morning dew,
I'll breath in deep the lovely scent,
Left behind by the enactment
of passion,
petrichor that tingles my mind
And fills me with both satiation,
And yearning for

Spring rain that
Drops,
Drips,
And abundantly pours
Energy
That meets between
The storms of our souls
As we float beneath the sheets
Intwined with eachother
Akin
Colors that are
Dripping
Dropping
blending on a palatte
Until the brush is released
To paint the artwork
On a new canvas
And the pen is unleashed
To engrave the timeless words
That dye and permeat you with
Permenant ink.

Just like that
I want to
Bring your love to me,
Make love to me
With the rejuvunating
energy of spring.
Salmabanu Hatim Oct 2017
You are my golden Sun,
Your brilliant smiles
Play sweet melodies in my heart.
You are my beautiful rainbow,
An artist's palatte of colours,
A different happy shade for each new day.
You are my bright,white moon,
Glowing, smoothing away my fears and tears.
With your mesmerising look.
You are my twinkling stars
In the night sky,
Glistening jewels of my eyes
Studded with clusters of beauty.
You are the red, red rose
That fills my being with your sweet fragrance.
You are the Apple of my eye,
Delicious,juicy,crunchy,
A frosting on my cake.
You are my guardian Angel,
A very precious gift,
Loving, caring and tender,
The light of my life.
Dedicated  to my granddaughter on her birthday
ymmiJ  Feb 2020
Peachy keen
ymmiJ Feb 2020
glorious pastels
adorned his palatte today
peachy skin sunset

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