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Rach May 2016
The Crimson sunset
Kissing the blazing skyline
A bleeding palette
MindsPalace May 2016
Once
I ate an apple.
It tasted like an orange.
Isn't my rhyming great?
It's pretty
Ingenious,
I think.
Traumeria Apr 2016
Red is the color of our blood that binds our bond,
As we watch the sun set and rise.
Laughter and happiness caught us by surprise.
The grass we stand were wet with dew,
And the blue birds singing was nothing new.
After the storm of deep midnight blue,
Lies a rainbow with the colors you knew.
You are a fickle thing to hold and keep together,
Thus shards of you escape my best attempts.
And just when I thought you were here with me,
It would appear that you had kissed into the sky
With orange light, the wildest cloud formations,
And every single bit of I know not how or why.
This poem was inspired by a very strange looking, beautiful evening sky; unfortunately, I was driving at the time and therefore could not photograph it.
Mark Parker Mar 2016
An arrogant frost begins to melt,
dripping from the red shingles
onto the progressively muddy ground,
where dark green lines sprout,
erasing the icy past.

Slow growth of small buds
colored pink, red, yellow, and white
take the dream of warmer days
as a twisty hot mirage
strikes the distance.

Life shakes the leaves off the tree,
as all turns bitterly dark,
orange and brown,
and crumpled up on the sidewalk,
chilling down to the beat
of the pidder padder of rain.

Warmth is removed from sensations,
colors fade from a distance to white,
glazed with the purest icing
as the world turns a new shade of grey,
colored only by the feeling of crystals
glimmering like diamonds.
One full year
Brent Kincaid Mar 2016
“Orange doesn’t rhyme.”
Well, that’s what we were taught.
So, what it really needs is
Some careful new thought.

So, just for a moment
Let’s get a bit strange;
Let’s take the word ‘orange’
And let us deftly rearrange.
It can become something
Like ‘no rage’ instead.
Doesn’t that fit much more
Comfortably inside the head
And inside your rhyme scheme
As you gleefully poeticize
And smoothly abandon
The conundrum of other guys?

For instance, change orange:
On gear a transmission,
In discussion, ‘go near’?
Maybe some kind of Russian?
“An gore?’, on of Vidal’s children?
Or maybe like ‘Ego ran’,
A stuck-up jogging chicken?
‘Graneo’, something to call
Mother’s mom, if you’re hip?
“Groane’, an archaic manner
To let a moan escape your lips.
‘No gare’, a French gate
Too far away to easily use.
‘Neo gar’, a species of fish
That is sometimes in the news.

That doesn’t not signal
The orange issue surrender.
It just means I am willing
To consider almost any other
Way to look at this word
Another entire way instead
For this rather comfortable color
Halfway between yellow and red.
Batool Feb 2016
Let me write a happy poem
and paint it seven colors

Red for the burning passion
and orange shows emotions

Yellow for the friends i made
and green for peace and truce

Blue showing the calm ocean
that steer my ship slow motion

indigo wings that help me fly
so high in violet sky

Seven colors to paint my life
and hide the blackening rife !!
Negative Creep Feb 2016
I'm like an
orange.  
Peel my shell and
tear me open
   to find my
soft
sweet
insides.
It’s been a dark corridor for a while.
I was hoping I could go into one of those beautiful picture frames
But I was never one to appreciate photography.

Can I disappear out of a window;
Even if there is a drop?
Sometimes I prefer the drop, some days I prefer it a lot.

Could I float into the sky?
Or would I be stuck in the ground?

Can I become one with the orange of the sunset horizon?
Could I become one with the blue of the day sky?

I’ve became one with the darkness of the night, and I think it’s about time to change the light.
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