AIA 5d
Mass is not proportional to volume

A girl as small as a violet
A girl who moves like a flower’s petal
She attracts me with a force greater than her mass
Now, I
am like Newton’s apple
Rolled and fell toward her unstoppably
With a thump, a thump

My heart
Keeps bouncing between the sky and the ground
It was my first love.
Ps. This is written by a Korean Poet named Kim In-yook. I knew the poem because of the Korean Drama titled "Goblin" or "The Goblin's Bride" it was a hit Drama in Asia. So if you are curious of what the drama is, just watch it. Thank you.
PPS. I just posted this here to share it to you. and Again, Kamsahamnida! :) ♥
Summer Gold Apr 20
Is the look of loyalty and satisfaction
The color of a favorite sweatshirt I wear everyday
Very royal but yet so sweet at the same time

Imagine the smell of fabric softener
And that is what violet would exactly smell like
So clean and soft

A soft little bird call is what you would hear
The call high pitched and soothing to the human ears
You could hear it from miles away

Violet is always reaching out to you
Trying to be friendly

- S.G.
@andromeda.green
Xan Abyss Apr 4
Its 8 o'clock at night but the sun won't leave the sky
Within these valleys, you will find, abandoned houses, caves and mines
And yet in all this time,
Ever since I was a child,
I never realized getting lost
Could be worse than loss of life

The sunshine waxing, waning
Like shades of purple in a painting
I sought out the water to find my way back to the trail
Somewhere along the way, my mission was derailed
I tried and failed to find anything but this Hidden Hill

[This was before the time of GPS so I had no clue where I was
and I strayed further from the passage home than I ever had before...]

That was when I heard the drums
10 beats echoed all around
So loud, but where did they come from?
So loud, but who made the sound?

I set out to start climbing
The hill that sat behind me
Following my footsteps just to find a place I recognize
Once I got up High Enough to see for Miles and Miles
I realize that I had no idea where I even was

That was when I heard the drums
9 beats echoed all around
So loud, but where did they come from?
So loud, but what made the sound?

I should have seen the highway to the west and I should have seen the ranch to the east
I should have seen the river at the bottom of the valley or my house on the hill at least
I turned around in circles thinking maybe I was lost, and it wasn't 'til then I got scared
I couldn't see a goddamn thing anymore
Because none of it was still there

I checked, it was almost 9
The sun hadn't budged from the Eastern sky
I used it's burning purple light as a guide
to find my way back to a place more civilized
I arrived at the base of a hill and started climbing
Back turned to the smokestack, billowing behind me
As though for my life, I raced against time to reach the top of the hill
And lose my mind

And that's when I heard the drums - 8!
Louder now, all around
that's when I heard the drums - 7!
Louder now, all around
That's when I heard the drums - 6!
Felt the hours melting down
That's when I heard the drums - 5!
Felt the hours melting down
That's when I heard the drums - 4!
Something's coming for me now
That's when I heard the drums - 3!
Something's coming for me now!
That's when I heard the drums - 2!
I had to find a way back out
That's when I heard the drums - one!
Or find a safe place Underground

I marked every tree with an X
I sharpened the end of a stick
I had no chance to get a grip
Before I ran for my life and tripped
Slipped, fell, hit the ground
And finally the Lights Went Out

I stood there in a clearing, surrounded by a forest
Thick with trees on all sides
Each and everyone had an X carved into them
And the sun hadn't moved in the Violet Sky

I found a cave to hide in, it hadn't rained or snowed in days
So I decided to make a fire, and try to forge some semblance of safety
But something is attacking me
Something that I cannot see
And when I heard that final beat
the Smoke was in the cave with me

Such violence I discovered beneath the Violet sky above me

There was no hope for survival, so here's a word to the wise:
The journey is ill advised, to roam alone at Twilight
When the moonrise is full of sunshine
It burns your weary eyes
& the magic you find will cost you your mind
In the depths of the viole(n)t sky
The violence lies in wait there for us
Underneath the Violet Sky

Such violence I discovered beneath the Violet sky above me
Such violence I discovered beneath the Violet sky above...
My band is writing really long songs now.
Neuvalence Jan 21
Precious violet
Near a pond of vibrancy
Colours soon to fade
In your last freshness and youth
Why has your beauty withered?

—=—My first tanka <3—=—
Star BG Jan 11
My favorite color is RED.
It gives me a chance to let passions rise.

MY favorite color is ORANGE
It adds to my joy and creativity
letting me be serine.

My favorite color is YELLOW.
letting me shine inside love
and compassion.

My favorite color is GREEN.
It aligns me with balance
and stability for peace.

My favorite color is BLUE.
helping me shine light on sadness
and expand consciousness.

My favorite color is purple.
It aligns me with heart to have wisdom
and dance.

My favorite color is INDIGO.
reminding me of my soul mate,
who I love very much.

My favorite color is VIOLET.
It reminds meI am full of magic
with power.

I’m a walking RAINBOW,
divine and blessed
as I walk below sky.
Inspired byMel K Thanks
Quitterie Nov 2017
Look at the skeletons – they’re dancing in the yard –
And the violet smells in the new day forward.
Yesterday is so far, and the party is done;
Gone are the petits fours and the sound of the drums.

Today the wine is red and I push with my thumbs
Some leftovers of bread on the table, some crumbs.
Wasps are nibbling the grapes and the time can’t rewind:
How cold are the graves; I am losing my mind.

They’re clicking the laughters and clapping all the bones;
Their pidgins are swishers in cages of the zoos:
Mariette and Amir went all the way up there,
– Like an old souvenir – and it makes me shiver.

Look at the skeletons – they’re dancing in the yard –
And the violet smells in the new day forward.
Amir was a poet and Mariette a dove.
Who can tell that the death is watching out for love?

Yesterday the river saw us throwing some stones,
And drinking cans of beer. The sunlight and the glows
Of tiny water hints: we had to fold the eyes.
Who can tell that omens were these water lilies?

Mariette was wearing her pretty yellow pearls,
Her simple golden ring. The long mane and the curls
Of Amir, and his mood, were like hot butterflies
They were so young and proud: Why can't I stop my cries?

Look at the skeletons – they’re dancing in the yard –
And the violet smells in the new day forward.
Of what kind is this waltz, this triple meter dance,
This strange time with no source, which always starts and ends?

Yesterday, tomorrow; this day: a stunning ride
On horses of sorrow where I cried as a child.
Knucklebones of my hands, and my feet in the snow:
Of what kind are these wounds spoiling red my pillow?

Mariette cried and laughed, this all at the same time,
As Amir depictured the story of their fine
And very first kisses under the almond tree.
Their sweet and calm faces have fired poetry.

Look at the skeletons – they’re dancing in the yard –
And the violet smells in the new day forward…

(c) Quitterie Kerlach
A beautiful violet dancing in the wind.
Without a care, she bloomed.
Picked from the field by a heart matched with Hers.
The Violet eyes, now downcast and filled with grief,
Looked out towards the grassy knolls opposite the battlements
He had made up his mind and left for the last time.
Lost in His own turmoil, He was blinded to their future.
A Violet without its fragrance.
She wilted at the lack of Him.
Written by Cristina Rivera and Mercedes Caballero
Pre-AP English 9 Mr.Quinn 2015-2016
ambient Oct 2017
when the sun screams,
the violet is choked
while others feed from
their natural mother.
when the fluffy clouds
piss their dirty water,
the violet despairs
while others sip it
through a bent straw.
when bleary eyeballs look,
the violet is imprinted
while others take pride
in being noticed.
when there is darkness,
the violet wakes
while others cow from it

and the violet shrunk
no more...
10-4-17, 22:30 (best thing I could sum up...)
Noah Guthrie Jul 2017
Drive by my skyline
Dip in my highlight bath
Drink the dew from my small world

Ashes of branches
Keep up with me my son
Don’t you dare fade inside me

Please don’t evade my thoughts
And go hide away
I will rejoice and cling to you all the way

Stuck in this fun world
Too many colors
Now can we get to the plotline

Let’s stage a robbery
Get lost in silhouette
Live for the big one, Run for the giant gates

Shiny apartment
I love the smell of walls
Shrink into the thick carpet

Don’t run away
I’m just letting go of me
Sometimes I am free

Violet times are exactly what I need
Dip in the wild
Slingshot my child far
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