#purple poems on Hello Poetry

Fritzi Melendez Oct 2017

I am discovering myself more and more now.
I remember, I used to hide behind the societal shadow,
I have hid in for a long time.
Suppressing what was known to be a bad sign.

I tried to forget the softness in her hands,
or the way her soft hair would blow onto my face,
entangling me in the scent of flower gardens in the sunrise,
silent whispers in our late-night sleepovers,
and waking up beside her dark circled eyes and her morning messy hair framed on my bed.
I'd glance at the mosaic, but had always turned away.

For awhile, I believed my mind was playing around with my heart like a toy.
I was always taught to fall in love with boys.
Besides, I never thought that I would remember these sensations again.
until the boys had left my heart broken.

And while the love I shared with the male flesh was of my happiest times,
I had to face the fact that he could never be mine.
And so I came to terms with the aesthetics of a girl.
When I first saw her, my brain had whirled.

I was confused for awhile, trying to find if this feeling was true.
And one day, a girl in my art class gave me the proof.
Though I'm quite timid, her sentences and sense of humor laced her tongue like silk.
I couldn't help but glance and let my feelings for her mat together like fabric felt.

Though I'm not ready to begin a relationship until my heart has completely healed,
I will admit, I like girls, I like boys, I know this is what I feel.
I'm understanding myself better and better now.
I hope everyone will accept me to somehow.

Coming to terms with my discovery of being bi-******.

#sexuality #bi #bisexual #discovery #lavender #purple #love #broken #acceptance #anxiety

K Balachandran Oct 2017

The lotus of life

At sight, just this one bloom,
that spectacularly spreads,
it's warm purple petals wide
above us, like a big benevolent lotus,
causing  the magic of dawn and dusk,
day after day,indefatigably!
Galloping fast , then leading
to a day,turning it different
for each, an astonishing feat!
Closes at night, claiming  back
all radiance, he brought along,
in between  deftly he addresses
trillions of neurons at work  of every kind
all alone; simply phenomenal!

Isn't it an incredible everyday miracle?

But do we ever thank the wonder bloom
except the ancient sages who structured
a mantra* to praise his astonishing gifts.
Prime source of light for the humans, this!
a wonder one of a kind, he sure is,
well, till the day 'God decides
to play dice', yet again!

*Surya Gayatri--Hymns in salutation of the sun that stimulating brains and keeping the world alive, included in the ancient Indian texts Vedas called Surya Gayathri, Gayathri is the poetic meter in which hymn are structured.

#sun #lotus #miracle #purple

K Balachandran Sep 2017

****** invite

her deep purple lips,
sunset's hues enhance the pout;
promised night's invite

#haiku #purple #lips #pout #invite #sunset

Crystal Freda Sep 2017

Lovely lilacs.

In the distance
a breeze is blowing
to the flowers
pale and glowing.
She clutches each one
close to her beating heart.
Lovely lilacs they are.
Lovely to the color chart.
She glazes afar
with a thought of bliss to share.
As she carries these pale flowers
with tender love and care.

#lilac #purple #flower #girl #nature #color

Elise Jackson Sep 2017

your body is a weapon

crime, staring competitions, tears.

these small things that lead us further
into the fog, closer to the moths,
attached at the hip, nothing new.
nothing blue, always red.

your guitar rips through the
navy skyline, alerting the stars of war,
violet mornings creeping over the
trees as sleep envelops your eyes.
i've dreamed of something like
this, but i got more than i asked for.

i'd never go back.
i'd never go back to that place where you
don't exist, the dark, the damp, the treacherous.
becoming a threat, was the purple leaves and blinding snow.

but the next morning was lined with amnesia, we both forgave;

but we'll never forget.

#body #weapon #jet #jade #jasper #purple #snow #night #morning #forgive

Sharon Talbot Sep 2017

Summer and Hibiscus

Yes, I see the blossom illuminated
Between sunlight and shade;
I can even see the crenulated
Line they have made
Between late and high summer
And the evening’s waiting shade.

It is a Rose of Sharon, lavender and fair,
Hibiscus syriaca, a northern guest,
As if gracing some maiden’s hair.
Nearby Lilies dying of strange pests
Divert my vague attention to their neighbor
In the post-monsoonal air.

Down your blossoms weary with days of rain,
Drag low on the heavy boughs.
I have let them grow too high; they are vain!
Sending out showy blooms,
Into the sodden air, yet flimsy and thin,
Fit only for vases in rooms.

My prized Rose of Sharon had gone without care too long and after part died of winter ****, the rest hangs low, dejected after a rain storm.

#flowers #rose #of #sharon #hibiscus #syriaca #purple #blooms #summer #gardens

Elise Jackson Aug 2017

often purple.

there are always so many questions.
there are so many answers, but they never line up.

your atmosphere is humid, sticky.
repugnant.

in the belly of the forest is where you roam, sometimes i hear you calling for me.
calling for me to come back.

you tell me you're dying, but you always were.

"help me. i need you."

an ego to feed, a mental disorder to ignore.
a natural born leader, an attention seeker.

you relished when we called you god, you bathed in the fact that we followed your orders.

and i hate admitting that i believed you for so long.
i hate admitting that i trusted you.

you're nothing but the mud you lie in.

sticky.

repugnant.

#purple #god #leader #disorder #forest #silence #questions #answers #atmosphere #dying

Crystal Freda Aug 2017

Ode to Purple.

Grapes on a vine.
Lilacs in a field.
Purple is so divine.
Purple is so real.

Violet in her eyes.
Lavender in a candle.
Purple is a sweet surprise.
It's hard to mishandle.

Sea urchins in the sea.
Sea shells on the shore.
Purple is the color of royalty.
Purple is so much more.

Purple is in the pen that writes.
Writing words so bright.
Purple are the wings of a butterfly.
Spreading its wings so high.

Purple is the dress she wears.
Purple is a color that cares.
Purple is loyalty.
Purple is what describes me.

I love purple.

#purple #color

Lori Jones McCaffery Aug 2017

WHEN I AM AN OLD WOMAN

BY JENNY JOSEPH

When I am a old woman I shall wear pirple with a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on bandy and summer gloves and
satin sandals and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells and run my stick along public railings and make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain and pick the flowers in other people's gardens.
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat and eat three pouds of sausage at a go or only eat bread and a pickle for a week and hoard pens and pencils and beer mats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We shall have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old and start to wear purple

The wonderful write by Sally A Bayan titled "Sepia" inspired me to dig this out and post it here for her.

#purple #hat #society