Poetic T Apr 21

Little sapling growing between a rock and a hard place.
Weathering what life is surrounding you. No friends of yet
but you are only a sapling give it time. Moments passing
watching scenery elope to shifting seasons beauties.

Sea air invigorating as rain trickled from above dancing on
your now maturing leaves, tickling as each one weaved its
way down, like teardrops they descended on there journey
of life carrying on.

The Cliffside sighs, and teardrops of rocks descend,
woeful of those this motion that swept away, beauty
that clung silently there. The sapling is of branches
and leaves giving needed shelter to tired wings.

Seasons whisper by as the sun and moon dance above
her gaze. Roots delicately weave deeply into the Cliffside
keeping here steady, for if it were to sigh again her fate
steadfast in this place between a rock and a hard place.

Her leaves happened upon a blossom, so delicate in
its serenade of colour against the harsh rock face.
Like a parent when winds were bleak shielding its
frailty with branch and leaves, it only lost a petal this time.

She flowered in the seasons, blossom invigorated the
surroundings of what was bleak, like teardrops of love
for a time they painted vivid etchings on the Cliffside
till they faded nourishing those of lesser stature.

As she yawned on the morning rising above the
horizon, she felt motions upon her leaves.
Never in her time had she felt such gentle touches,
as palms glided over her foliage.

Feeling the breeze from up high, the cliffs edge she
had flourished in growth, now little eyes saw her
in full blossom as the seasons had changed.
Laughter ensued when gusts eloped with blossom.

Pink and light shades of magenta danced between
children, a fence keeping wondering thoughts safe
from the fallen dreams at the bottom of the Cliffside.
Leaves caressed the winds and she was content.

Wordsinalign Apr 13

To turn fifty shades of pink and red was too mainstream, so the skies turned blue with a single glance from you. Breathing a heavy sigh, she prayed for it all to be thine.


Celestial sky night,
Pink full moon of beaming light,
Angel stars appear.

Marvel at your magnificence and madness.
Orbiting rainbow hues of mirth and sadness.
Opaque auras swimmingly swing moods.
Night of the full pink moon broods

4-12-17 (C)

Musing on the moon for National Poetry Month!
Thanks for reading! K:)
Brian Densham Apr 6

A rosebud     In the flush of dew
Awakening     With the morning new

Is in her face

The crimson     Sunrise blushing bright
Will come     To bathe this child in light

Of bountiful grace

Pink is     The hue of rose and first light
Of Heaven     And earth and girls who delight

In warm embrace

sunprincess Mar 25

special surprises
and pink sunrises

surround me
in my castle high

one special morning
the sky and everything
was pink, even the air
was truly magical to see
Amanda S Mar 23

kisses turn into monsters my
mind can't conjure up
they leave an ocean of pinks, purples, and blues,
yet I say nothing

this sharp - teethed demon
comes after me as fast as
a bullet can go

in my head,
i run rapidly, to the edge of the world,
but physically,
i stay as still as the sea

if I move,
he will come after me at supersonic speed
and i'll drown deeper
under these pink sheets

*for all of those whos consent has been violated*

The girl I love
smiles like it’s her job,
for the benefit of others,
because happiness to her
is like a t-shirt that doesn’t fit.
Her heart is a minefield,
a bomb zone, a civil war
cold and blue
from too much oxygen-thirsty blood.
Her cheeks are stained with tears.

Her cheeks are stained with tears.

Her lips are coated with pink honey,
her words are tattooed with the feeling of dysphoria.
They’re blue when she speaks;
almost everything about the girl I love is blue.
She is everything to me,
my world is a blue moon
over a blue fog,
my world is blue rain
and blue puddles,
it's a scene from a movie,
an abandoned battlefield,
it's soggy blue eyes
under a soggy blue sky
behind cold white hair,

This blue girl is my everything.
This blue girl calls me
baby, she calls me honey,
her letter in scarlet,
her eyes wide open
and her night time darling.
But really, to the blue girl,
I’m just another warm mouth to kiss.

Zoe M Cripe Mar 17

I slowly fell in love with blue,
And not because that was the color of your eyes,
But because that's how I felt when you told me your lies .
And that's how you looked whenever I left your side .
I fell in love with the water as it flowed against your skin,
And not only because it shone blue,
But because it pushed me towards you .
I think I cheated on blue with pink,
When I whispered upon your lips and didn't think .
The rosy red color captivated me,
And that's when blue wasn't good enough for me .

cait-cait Feb 24

Too bad
Saint Valentine didn't weep
on the grave
you left in

as you were
from the thousand poppies
of little lost girls
dressed in blue,
white, and

even now, i know:
(that) you're not from here,
crying pink balloons
and little white

still attached to your eyes,
float right back up
and pop, when
they hit they sky,

and maybe,
it shows,
you just weren't built for

(i feel like i just ate poison)
for k, happy birthday
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