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Arianna May 13
"... crossed through the Rainbow,
but instead of gold
found only shades
of monochrome..."
Inspired by an interactive art exhibit I saw some years ago in which there was a rainbow-hued stained glass tunnel leading into a room full of bright yellow light. As you walk through tunnel towards the room, you move through the light and color spectrum.

But here's the thing: as you walk along, the color starts to fade, and you watch yourself turn black and white. The closer you get to the yellow light room, the stronger the greyscale. And when you reach the room, everything is greyscale.

The artist's name is Olafur Eliasson.

https://olafureliasson.net/archive/exhibition/EXH101104/take-your-time-olafur-eliasson
Em Feb 28
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.
Pyrrha Nov 2018
You are a work of art made in black and white
You think life is colorless and bland
Alas, I don't like to leave white spaces
You are my canvas now and I promise
To put the color back into your world of monochrome

I will turn your life into a whole *** spectrum
ruoxin Oct 2018
you [believed in true love]
are now in bygone memories
held together with blue
on a backdrop of
monochrome lines and ornate golden
bangles
to the wasurenagusa girl
V Mar 2017
Its different when you're with me.
Because all I paint is black and gray
Don't you agree?

Your smiles are filled with glee,
Like a finished canvas I daresay.
Its different when you're with me.

I make things a little blurry
Like an old painting that starts to decay.
Don't you agree?

When you're with them, I am filled with envy.
So colorful, so faraway.
Its different when you're with me.

I am a bit too gloomy
Maybe I should stay away
Don't you agree?

Your life is already a beautiful harmony
I'll just be in the way.
Its different when you're with me.
Don't you agree?
Enia Sep 2018
I want color
Give me another
Dark pigments on your palette
Forgot you're color blinded
Red and green longed to be seen
Unable to feel
Contrast thriving
on canvas yearning
How can I paint colors on you
when my pigments lack bright hue
Need ROYGBIV. Stop painting black on my already blacked canvas.
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