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I want to paint you there,
so I never lose you again
even the sun wil set my pain everywhere.
I want to paint you,
but I am not a good painter
who will make you a good picture
in a frame or in the wall
I always hang it out.
I will make you come to see
in the colour
I love it should be.
Indonesia, 2nd April 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Sundas Mar 2021
we could be your paint box,
     whistling -
               down -
the faded margin of,
my lined paper.

from puffs of cerulean blue,
to a teaspoon of burnt umber,
half-stirred with a wooden spoon,
we could paint a supernova

                           ...go ahead passing souls
glance and say:
'What clashing tones!
What a mess they are bound to make.'

but listen my little russet-eyes:
for the grass will never be,
greener on the other side,
when we are every hue of green;
when we are all the colours.
what colour are you?
A wash of blue
            
             Cool, calm.

Brush strokes on canvas

              Subtle, sweet.

Ocean eyes

               Pure, pretty.

Unfiltered sky

                Lucid, lush.

My kind of blue.
©️ 2021 Joshua Reece Wylie. All rights reserved.

Poem based on the colour blue.
Akta Agarwal Mar 2021
The trees smile with their sprout of tender leaves and blooming flowers,
Eternal nature with its transient expression,
Hails spring with joy!
Bewildering shades with so many tinges.
The land of beauty and greatness
Colour of happiness and peace makes people alive to enjoy the spirit.
A celebration of colour
And
An experience of harmony and delight.
Gulal of red, green, yellow and countless colour also explains the colourful meaning of life,
A day filled with laughter and gaiety,
A day to smear our dreams
With a splash of vibrant colours
The festival of colour brings a spring of unbounded fun and frolic!!
Colourful holi
Simon Piesse Mar 2021
The ***-bellied Mercedes squealed
As Meursault withdrew and
Marvelled at the flames
Licking
The air
Like marigolds on Ritilin.
'Raymond would have no reason not to admire this act.'
He stopped by a shimmering sea of Ubers.
The scrape and drawl of siren made no impression on him.
Leaking smoke reminded him of
Snow White’s Cottage
Where he had taken Marie when Lucie was born:
The place where he would go out at dawn to chop wood.
He liked the way her roses played
With the restlessness of children.
Then he thought: 'if only mother could see me now.'
Inspired by Camus' searing sense of injustice in The Stranger, which I'm studying with my class at the moment and by the riots in Bristol, UK
sasha Feb 2021
warm and forgiving
ever full of life
the burst of colour
in a barren land.

she gives you hope
and without her
you stumble, aimless
in the dark.

her presence is eternal
long after you've left
you'll stagger
trip and fall

fragments of her heart
on your white shoes.
four part element poetry is a go
Tea Feb 2021
Sky
Blue, orange, grey
Night, day

Clouds pass by
Birds fly


Stars show
Storms blow

So many sights
Dark with tiny lights


Smile for me
With the sun in the sea

Light and blue
Sky, I love you
Eola Feb 2021
Little iridescent droplets form in the clouds
And start falling just like shooting stars
They sing, they dance in each other's hands
Play piano notes in the beach sand

A young grey seagull flies over my head
Celebrating the end of shower
Sunrays run along azure sea ripples
But I don't pay my mind to this matter

I start following steps left behind
Jump from one footprint to another
Hoping I can catch up to you
Or that the waves would erase them slower

You turn around and blind me with a smile
My heart is now a thumping mess
The hue of pink on your face
Really, is the colour of my happiness
For my dear friend~✩
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