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Chevy Carroll Mar 2021
What is black, more than evil in the night?
Souls tainted by darkness, ravens in flight?

The colour of all nothingness,
Yet everything a person is,
I am not black, but inside I'm so empty of bliss.

Black is beauty, black is a tone,
There's nothing quite polar yet similar to white in its own.

With shadows come light,
Hidden from view in society.
Discriminate, incriminate,
Black is more than a variety.

It is a culture,
A life,
An identity,
Someone's strife,
To die at the hands,
Of someone,
Who doesn't understand.

Where there is shadow,
There is also light.
Shadow is darkness,
Much like the night.
Light is the beauty,
The love in our sight.
For every hateful man,
Is a hated woman who fights.
I am white. The experiences are not my own. Black people are black, brown people are brown. It's not difficult to write this. Identities are not exotic, so exotic terms are not necessary. Sun-kissed is to describe a Cali guy, not a person ethnic identity.

Anyway please tell me if this is insensitive as I am not a POC and thus don't have these experiences of my own.
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~✩
Unpolished Ink Jan 2021
Pick up the brush
although the handle be thorns
and paint with words, or love or tears or rain
paint them all the same
paint your heart or the sky or a thousand other things
paint until the brush is dry and fingers bleed
for you are blessed indeed
How lucky we are to have an imagination. Some people don't have one-poor sane things!
maria Jan 2021
She won't go
never
She lives
through your eyes
even now
that they lost there beautiful colour
Even now,
She lives through them
written on January 10, 2021
© ,Maria
Nicoline Fougner Jan 2021
My favourite colour
Is like no other
It’s sunset with you

A silent whisper
A gentle kisser
Is a sunset with you

It’s like all the butterflies
Are shooting to the sky
To see the view

The waves are a symphony
Oh what a sweet sweet melody
Singing the blues

You’re my sunset lover
You’re my favourite colour  
Warm bright at bay
But colours fade away
And a sunset never stays
Awake

Don’t go away
I hope you’ll stay

The sun is sleeping
The dark is rising
I’m alone with the moon

Although it’s freezing
My heart is burning
Crying over you

It’s like all the thunder clouds
Come crashing down to the ground
Sinking in blue

Though the sun will rise again
Sunsets won’t be the same
When without you

You’re my sunset lover
You’re my favourite colour
Warm bright at bay
But colours fade away
And a sunset never stays
Awake

Don’t go away
I hope you’ll stay

My sunset lover
Has no more colour
Cold dark at bay
These are the lyrics of my newly composed song "Sunset lover"
Unpolished Ink Jan 2021
Fiery molten reds and flaming pink to make the birds weep in the trees

emerald greens and lapis blue to shame the sky,  so bright that we could never hope to see them with the human eye

Dragonflies are coloured with wonder
Dragonflies see colours that the rest of the world cannot hope to imagine
Unpolished Ink Dec 2020
Winter sunrise
sings of hope
forgotten fire
in a frozen world
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