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Grey Mar 29
I lie awake in my bed
all these uncontained thoughts
running around in my head.
Color and light,
ideas that are glaring and bright
seep into my head during the long nights.
But I'm restless, dark thoughts
pulling me down
and making me breathless.
So I take a sleeping pill,
wait for it to lift the weight
of the desperate dreams they ****.
But along with it,
the rainbow dims and flickers,
becoming a monochrome
that reminds me all to much
of the world we call home.
1/20/20
Going through my drafts.
I'm never sure how to end my poems, so I'm never really satisfied with them.
lua Mar 7
You remember the fire in black and white
Like an old movie
How the pictures on the wall burned
How they crumbled to the flaming ground
As if descending into the inferno
The fabrics singed,
The kitchen had fallen apart
The stairs to the second floor had collapsed
But the glass-eyed look she gave you
Was the only thing in colour.
Along the bustling roads
And throughout town
I wander alone on the streets
Like a ghost among crowds

All around I see friends,
grouped together like families
Oh, right, I almost forgot
It’s nearly christmas eve

Look around, all the happy faces
Cheerful, excited, hopeful
Things without meaning
At least to me

They walk and talk
Run and hide and laugh
Blissfully unaware of the
Monochrome sky

Twilight, now
The road empty, the town quiet
I walk along the streets
Among the lost spirits and lonely shadows
Orange squeezed and splashed
Sunsets and sweet orange squash
Luscious Monochrome
Lumine Oct 2019
i don't really view the world as gray.
it's more like;
a series of monochrome days.

colors.
i know what they are;
but that doesn't guarantee that;
i understand what they mean.

i live through the eyes of other people.
i want to know.
i want to understand.
i want to see what i know they have.

because I feel nothing.
i have no opinions.
i have no ideas.
i have no confidence.

some days;
all I know is green.
not balance nor neutrality;
just envy;
pure perverse acidicity.

when I get furious,
i don't really see red.
i see black;
because I've probably ;
fainted from the shock.
what color is your life?
Em Feb 2019
The walls around me
are tight
They close in.

A seemingly endless maze
of monochrome
full of sharp turns

A piece of the sky
I look up upon
Bright and blue

Not unlike you.
im a weeb this is a weeb reference
Anne J Dec 2018
Thy is not blind, thy is full of life
Yet it be thy eyes has lost all soul
Thy colors have fallen and brutally died
There’s no hope, to find them is no more

Black, grey, whenever and wherever you go
Never to reappear in this monochromatic world
All colors have gone as if they vanished into below
Get them quick; they’re in hold!


Children will hear, children will be told
Of the story of no colors around
Only black and white are left, as the rest are mold
Grey in the sky, grey on the ground, colorless all around

Yet, in my hands, in this little polychromatic portfolio
I am still able to see the colors that left so long ago
I made this poem for an English project for the first semester of my freshman year in high school. I can't believe that was 2016, and I'm already about to enter into 2019 as a junior...Time sure flies! I was looking in google drives and suddenly saw this, and I knew right away that I had to upload this.
As you can see, even when I was younger I had depressing ideas for poems ****. Looking over this, it's not only nice to see how much I've improved, but also strange how I typed out gray in the British form (grey) when I'm American lol. I left this poem without any edits to show my work view of mistakes. xD also more lol I rhymed around twice in the third stanza.
Final lol: there was 2 spaces between the 2nd and 3rd stanza instead of one like for the reason of spaces between he four stanzas. I left it there to show how much I've grown lol.
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