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Yazad Tafti Aug 2019
light dispersion
through a carved glass prism
array of colours emerging a from a single beam
diffraction
a fraction of me dies
a faction of me dyes
that's why my hair now has highlights
colloquial phrases
JAC Aug 2019
You blink
in the depths of a sparkling forest
full and rich with sweet colour and sound
a vibrance and power dense with life

blink again
and you are all that's left standing
hot and splintered in a blackened silence
the sky pushed away by a mass of death

blink once more
the earth and sky stay dark.
Rose Brown Aug 2019
sometimes i make a wish for you,
i wish that your girlfriend was a good person.
sometimes, i wish that she was me.
so she could see you through my eyes
and how perfect you are to me.

i have no business letting myself feel blue.
while you glow golden yellow, she burns with a deeply purple hue.
close your eyes, let your dreams consume your thoughts,
and see who you really, actually want.

i’ll leave you alone if you can swear that you don’t love me.
i’ll let you be happy if you can’t hold my hand.
but your love ignites my mind,
it burns through my memories and leaves them
in a gentle fuschia glow.
M Aug 2019
When the sky is on fire and puddles have dried.
The red clouds reflect from the blue of my eyes.

A soft static energy promises night...
A few Scotch and sodas?

I think I just might.
M Aug 2019
Ere a bang.

A shiny something in stasis? Greys and blues fighting lightning betwixt darkening sky.

In one colossal blow, colour is entire like the sun.

Starlets fly in rainbow striation.
Steve Page Aug 2019
All heaven screams its electric hues
The sun explodes in chroma anger
The clouds reach wide to embrace the view
And the sea gives up reflected grandeur

My eyelids filter this grace of lights
My tears rejoice at sunlight's candour
My breath gives up its futile fight
And my face absorbs this heaven's splendour
Each September comes BEAT Borough of Ealing Art Trail - Art shown in artists homes. And each August poets are invited to write an accompanying poem to a piece of art. This is one of my BEAT poems.
annh Sep 2019
Dream your life in watercolours,
Live your life in oils,
Frame your canvases with time and distance;

Hang each by a silver thread,
In a windowed gallery of memories,
Exhibit often and without discrimination;

Celebrate the beauty in your clumsiest brushwork,
Accept the imperfections in your mastery,
Reshape your truths, as light plays and colour transforms.

‘If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, will answer you: I am here to live out loud.‘
- Émile Zola
Vic Aug 2019
Why are we still here?
Just to paint others hair?
Hehe
Idk sorry my inspiration is gone
A "poem" every day
Aa Harvey Aug 2019
Rose


A black rose signals the end of time.
A white rose is a sign of life.
A red rose is sealed with a kiss.
A yellow rose shows you are unique.
A blue rose is a beautiful thing.
A pink rose is as sweet as can be.


(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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