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Srishti Aug 8
Some say
poetry is just a war
between dark and good —
but only a poet knows
the weight of every
single letter.

Maybe not today,
not tomorrow,
but one day
a soul will
picture the boulder
that language carries.

Poetry can’t be just
black and white;
it is a prism,
reflecting
a whole family of colors.
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Rebecca Aug 6
Petals in the breeze,
Whispers of colors dance bright,
Nature's soft embrace.
wrote this while I was at a park
eliana Aug 2
This is how we deal with things
Red, blue, purple, green
Splashes of paint against the canvas of life
Leaving our marks in the world

Black

The color of tragedy and of growth
Growing from the ground we walk on
Criticism taken; a better artist created

Yellow

Stereotypical isn’t it?
Of happiness and life
But also of illness, of worry, and flowers in the waiting room
There’s another streak on the canvas
How many more before it’s filled?

Aqua

Drinking and paint water
Vital to life
There’s a calmness around aqua
That makes you feel at peace,
A false sense of serenity created

Purple

For too many thoughts inside our heads
We can’t get them all out
Confusion, royalty, and pride
Pride in knowing that we’re contributing to society
And confusion on how to put it out there
Another streak on the canvas

Magenta

A confusing color, magenta
An equal mix of similar colors – pink and red
Happiness and anger
Or the colors of the flowers next to a grave
Perhaps of the bike next to a coffee shop
that you go on your first date

Green

We’re taught to love green
The color of money, of nature, of all good things
And the color of the carpet at your grandma’s house
The difference you made there
The color of a soldier’s uniform before going to battle
More streaks go on the canvas

Look where you are now
A beautiful concoction of colors, of experiences
That otherwise wouldn’t have existed without the bad moments
Look in the mirror; you’ve changed lives
Congratulations artist

Another masterpiece created
Joyful Jul 27
sometimes i'm green, sometimes i'm purple.
not doing a green eggs, and ham idea here.
but, i can be purple. instead, of green.

when i get asked what my favorite color is, but i had always said since a little green pea. i don't have one, cause i never wanted to hurt the colors feelings.

but, i'm green. or, purple.
J M Sweeting Jul 13
simple drops of the sky
like a clear, rich melody
a grouping of crystal nebulas
with the coolness of the sea
Nosy Jul 12
A thick bar or a small orb
A pebble or a globe
The sight of brunette or umber
A soft mocha or a syrup

A stuffing or solid
The taste of hard work
It's a bean no longer,
need of peel.

Flavor so rich and full,
Money can buy but not feel.
We were promised the golden age of America by a bronze man with a lead stare

So is it any surprise that the only gold I've seen lately has been from bombs bursting in air over Tel Aviv or from the reflection of the sun setting on our empty ports.

Today is July 4th and we're supposed to wave the red, white, and blue
But how can I when the white people who voted red back the ice cold blue that freezes our economy and expands our divide
We're sending men in tan fatigues to tear apart brown families

I wore those tan fatigues once too
I had a sense of pride in knowing that Uncle Sam wanted me
But now all I see is Uncle Sam's white *** as he turns his back on me and those I served with
He doesn't want us
Us few who found solace under the rainbow
Don't you know there's no honor in a blue soldier turning pink
There's only honor in turning our enemies red
There's only greatness in turning our counties red
There's only masculinity in turning our hats red
So, if you're a young man feeling blue, just turn red
But not well read of course, this is America
We love the uneducated
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