#purple
you’ve shattered my whole world
my beliefs my prejudice
my pride my sanity
and made them yours to hold
i thought i had it all under control
ms. i can do anything
ms. nonchalant
ms. academic weapon
but the truth is
i couldnt stop liking you
even if i wanted to
the truth is you’ve kept me on a leash woven of purple strings
you don’t even know it
but you’ve reined me in quite deeply.
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 10:45 AM UTC
Some roses are red,
and many violets are blue.
Your love is purple—
and that’s a haiku.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 1:12 AM UTC
Three decades sailing through clouds,
still I have not seen purple skies.
When will the darkest heaven bend to the sea?
I stand on top of skyscrapers
and wonder,
if I fall from here,
will the world finally look beautiful?
© igms 2025
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 7:08 AM UTC
Purple sits heavy on my skin
the color of mourning I carry
for those taken too soon
by fathers, mothers, exes, strangers,
even children who turn their rage home.
I feel tormented by men in the streets
one touch and my body freezes
what used to be brave is now fragile
because even the right response
could still be the reason I never make it home.
Purple holds my trauma
the bruises no one sees
the quiet echo of survival.
And yet, purple is my resistance
my courage burning softly inside
a reminder that though the night is dark
I am still here
still breathing
still fighting to live.
Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 8:01 AM UTC
I fill my lungs with purple scent
enough to split my heart right open
surely no other heaven could exist
so gently crepe paper petals
float down
confetti
dreamily
in no rush
nothing is in a rush here
even the hurried bees
in their swollen coats
do not feel too fast
everything here
including the silence
takes it time
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 7:49 AM UTC
The first few things I learned,
was the color wheel
My favorite combination was
red & blue equals purple.
My grandmothers’s house was yellow.
She asked me my favorite color.
I said purple. She said yellow.
We joked that purple was her favorite too,
But I was a jealous toddler.
Her favorite color was purple.
She wore it everywhere she could.
For my birthday, a purple backpack full of purple gel pens and sharpies.
I see the galaxy and I see her eyes.
His headphones were purple.
I didn’t love him, not very much.
But he brought me food and joy, and what more could I ask?
But I now find my life devoid of purple.
Unnatural in nature,
where has the color gone?
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 10:16 PM UTC
Nothing pink can stay
nature‘s first colour is green
the pinkest dayI wish
there are many different colours
just like there are many different people
people have favourite colours
pink,
purple,
blue,
green,
yellow,
orange,
black,
white,
and the different shades
with all this being said
pink should be everywhere for the world to see,
but I believe P!nk is here to stay 
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 2:15 PM UTC
I often associate people with colors
my way of describing them, the world, everything
your red person
your red person is a person you loved so deeply
but an anger deep inside of your bones when you think of them
there the one who hurt you the most when you didn't expect it
there the one why the scars are marked on your skin
your cuts, you tell yourself "its not their fault"
you know it is
my red person is Emi,
your orange person
your orange person is a person who holds you tight
who always makes you feel better no matter your emotions
your orange person has a gorgeous smile, a pretty laugh
their your person you feel safe around
Safe to feel better if their in your presence
my orange person is Florie,
your yellow person
your yellow person is a person who always boosts your energy
who you sing, dance, cry with
your yellow person knows every detail about you
every scar and every beauty
your yellow person you hold so dearly
they help you live when you don't feel like living
with a smile
and a hand
they help you up
my yellow person is Zoey,
your green person
your green person is someone who unexpectedly came into your life
when nobody was there to comfort you
who helps you grow and understand life beyond the pain
your green person was just some other person
and one day your green person became your everything
their someone you trust
trust with your life,
your safe space
when you felt like the world was ending
your green person held your hand in the dark
when there was no other light
my green person is Ren,
your blue person
your blue person is a person you can share your pain with
who gave you a shoulder to lean on when you needed it most
who you feel as if you can tell them everything
you can cry
you can complain
you can vent
without judgement
because your blue person understands the most
your blue person has been through this too
so you can hold each other till the storm ends
my blue person is andromeda
your purple person
your purple person is someone who you instantly clicked with
who you instantly felt safe and comforted with
someone who made you feel not alone when you were
someone who you think about all the time
because one word from them makes your day
your purple person is someone who dosent quite understand the pain
but wants to help you get through it
your purple person is someone who never leaves you
who cherishes your relationship when others didnt
my purple person is isla
your pink person
your pink person is your most beloved
someone who you have a trusted bond with
someone who might not be there all the days
but when they are make you feel so loved
their someone who used to be just a friend but became way more
their someone you met unexpectedly
and you never expected them to change your life
their someone who stays through the hardest times
making you safe and comforted
my pink person is lexi
your black person (not actually guys use the color)
is a person who turns your world dark
someone who shoves you in the hole
and dosent help you out
someone who constantly is there to make fun of your flaws
points every one out and laughs at you
makes you feel terrible about yourself
your black person has never been there to hold you hand
never been there to make you laugh, smile, dance
their the one who makes you never do that again
my black person is my mom,
your white person
your white person is a person who appears perfect
who everyone loves but you don't quite get it
your white person is your person who glares at you
and laughs
and turns people against you
your white person is where most of your insecurities come from
your white person is the person who made you feel like not living
your white person is someone everyday
explained why you weren't worth living
and you listened
my white person is Ellie,
we all have colored people
even if you don't see it like I do
who's your red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, pink, black, white
person?
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 11:59 AM UTC
Purple used to be just a color—
something in a crayon box,
a random shirt on a rack,
a streak in the sky before night.
Now it feels like a message
with your name written through it.
I notice it everywhere.
On passing cars,
in glowing signs,
in the way the sunset slows down
like it doesn’t want the day to end—
and every time, I think of you.
Your favorite color,
but somehow it’s become
my favorite feeling.
It reminds me of your voice
when you say you love me,
steady and real.
Of the way you show up,
not loud, not flashy—
just true.
Loving you feels like that color looks—
deep, warm, a little electric,
soft around the edges
but impossible to ignore.
If I could wrap my heart in a shade,
it would be purple—
full of late-night talks,
inside jokes,
and the way you make me feel
like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
So now when I see purple,
I don’t just see a color—
I see comfort,
I see hope,
I see the boy I love
woven gently
into my everyday world.
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 12:59 PM UTC
Bees look
Sky cusps
Breeze wafts
We’re hot -
Purple lava
Eyes of Europa
Woken-hopers
Space-expanders
Not expander-landers
Spouting spirit handers…
Mars won’t surrender -
Venus will avenge her
Life will flower
Despite your weather
Whole species louder
Visions of forever…
Fix us in the downer…
Secure your wager:
Lobotomised-agenda
That feeling of smugness
Won’t linger forever,
Stay in the gloom
Long enough to skew
Maths has one rule -
Our minds are a tool
To consolidate you
But in patrolling our thoughts,
The truth sings you through…
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 5:59 AM UTC
her favorite color was green
my color heart was green
she told me it was green because I was her favorite
I gave her the light blue color heart
I told her it was light blue because somehow it reminded me of her
I think it's clever that I never used the purple heart
my favorite color
I must've known not to give her a color so special from the start
I wonder why
Jan 5
Jan 5, 2026 at 10:53 AM UTC
The boy I met a year ago
Is almost more my brother
Than the one I’ve had since birth.
Our breaths align,
Our blinks the same,
And when I heard he got trapped underwater
I felt my heart stop.
I took my sunglasses off
7 months ago and all I saw was purple;
Now when I‘m drowning and he pulls me back into the boat
And it doesn’t get rid of the ocean in my lungs, eyes, heart,
He reminds me to take my glasses off
So I can see how beautiful the world is in my shades of purple.
Purple.
Skies
Clouds
Waves
Cloths
Birds.
All of them,
Purple.
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 9:40 PM UTC
Purple is a funny colour
Blue of the calming sea
Merged with the bitter wrath of red
I like purple
Its a nice colour
Someone painted my heart purple once
They crushed my heart afterwards
And i had to watch the purple wash over the walls
Purple is a funny colour
I hate it
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 9:57 AM UTC
I never saw a purple cow;
I never saw a blue one;
But I can tell you anyhow,
I'd rather chew than ***** one.
Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 7:34 PM UTC
sometimes i'm green, sometimes i'm purple.
not doing a green eggs, and ham idea here.
but, i can be purple. instead, of green.
when i get asked what my favorite color is, but i had always said since a little green pea. i don't have one, cause i never wanted to hurt the colors feelings.
but, i'm green. or, purple.
Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 7:44 PM UTC
My days are all purple,
Not yellow, not green,
But a lavender, orchid, and lilac
shaded screen
May 26, 2025
May 26, 2025 at 5:55 PM UTC
You know I write my love songs
and my poems
when everything feels wrong
when there's pain
I feel it all
it makes my skin crawl
into a ball of unwritten words
I must let fall onto paper
So I sit here and I feel bad
that every note pad isn't about you
it's about him or her
and love and other blurs
but never about you
and all your hues
I want to explain why
if I may
You and I
Red and purple
passionate and secure
deep and for real
you have never made me feel
pain
never made me kneel
or strain
you have always been
my place
my home
the one who will never roam
I think that's beautiful
but maybe I need to say it more
write about you on the floor
write about our love on every door
but I only seem inspired to write
while crying on the floor
You have never left me bruised
or sore
never left me seeking more
we are together
in perfect harmony
it's never a bore
You and me are
as Taytay said
Forevermore
So I write this poem to you
my best friend
my sister
my soul mate
and my favorite person
I love you
and I think you know
every day with you
to me is like
dancing in the snow
May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 1:02 AM UTC
Lilac flowers remind me of something more,
Their sent drifting through each open door,
Lilac flowers remind me of something more.
Purple is the color of royalty,
I happened to be a royal once,
Purple is the color of royalty.
Niagara grapes wrote their own poem,
But I destroyed it, does that make me less?
Niagara grapes wrote their own poem.
May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 1:02 PM UTC
Purple.
The color, warm, cold,
catching gazes like it’s gold.
Every time I look, I feel the need.
The need to.
To do what? I must, I should, I ought.
The feeling like it’s something,
someone I have already fought.
Living, lying.
Is it the same?
Every time, I immediately took the blame.
Hiding behind, hiding inside.
You could never find me in a lavender field this wide.
The option of expressionism,
the reason for creativity.
Still, we all find a reason to copy,
like it’s some sort of collectivity.
Warm, cold, it doesn’t matter.
I talk of the pain foolishly, it did just shatter.
Blank canvas, standing in front of everyone.
Blank canvas, standing in front of me.
Purple stains my fingers,
a mark I will not be able to wash away.
Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 2:22 PM UTC
Amethyst crystals shining in the sunlight
Violet skies in the dusky night
Lavender flowers arranged in a glass vase
Lilac clouds floating in the vibrant sunset
Indigo seas reflecting the dark sky
Plum fruits hanging from the sturdy branches
Fuchsia trees clustered in the deep forest
Magenta lipstick smeared across a smile
Orchid plants flowing in the cool breeze
Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 1:23 PM UTC
feet are cut... by melancholia-infested memories.
is this my savior? my never-ending heaven I'm supposed to be in?
no, god never answered me.
here I am, death on earth. earth I am, both of us blend... to eternity.
no curse, no bliss.
no death to undying crisis.
you will never get the key, not on last blink.
die, girl with a poem. die on her last poem.
salvation whispers.
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 11:55 AM UTC
_I “borrowed,”
a customer’s purple shirt
“okay, I stole that shirt”
It looked too good,
with an ironic phrase in white words
“dreams do come true”
Do I feel guilty
about “borrowing,” that purple shirt
“I don’t really know”
But I’ll let you know
later on tomorrow, as I’ve hung it out
with an outfit, ready to go to church._
Feb 22, 2025
Feb 22, 2025 at 2:55 PM UTC