#roygbiv
RED, like The RED EYES of
a RAVING BULL,
ORANGE, Like the VITAMIN C of
CITRUS FRUIT,
YELLOW, like OPTIMISTIC
which is BRIGHT and SUNNY
GREEN, like a CLOVER or the
COLOR OF MONEY,
BLUE, like the SKIES,
Just look up you'll SEE, and
PURPLE, A COLOR THAT IS
known for ROYALTY,
As they ALL COLLIDE and
DANCE IN SWEET HARMONY
DANCING around in CIRCLES,
PLAYFUL AS CAN BE.
The COLORS are so REMARKABLE,
as they do their COLORFUL DANCE,
It's so BEAUTIFUL and DELIGHTFUL,
as you WATCH and give it a GLANCE.
The RAINBOW COLORS TOGETHER,
gives a CAPTIVATING RAINBOW HUE,
A SIGHT to EXPERIENCE,
A WONDERFUL thing to VIEW.
B.R.
Date: 5/16/2024
Aug 29, 2024
Aug 29, 2024 at 11:22 AM UTC
There is not always a rainbow after the rain
Storm after storm, I feel the same.
There goes the sun, I still see dim.
He walks with a candle, and blew it as he came.
Terrified, to never see a light again.
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 1:21 PM UTC
You are light
I am light
reflected through the crystal prism of
time
and
space
Each of us shines with a million colors
Fractals that glimmer
in certain light
at certain angles
What really matters
is what you see
my blue isn't your blue
or red or yellow
Those colors are determined
by our place in
time
and
space
There is an energy
consider it magic
that flows and weaves
in and out
of every person
or place or thing
And like a spell cast
that energy becomes our luster
When the sun starts to set
and its luminescence shines though
that cut and shaped glass
window in the front door
we all have
It spills our hue
for all to see
You become a rainbow
I become a rainbow
our pigment splashed on
life itself becomes our personality
And much like we all have
our favorite colors
that's what draws us
to one another
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 12:42 AM UTC
Red is the colour my heart beats for her.
Rosy cheeks and glossed lips.
Orange is the taste on her lips,
so sweet and citrusy.
Yellow is the sun shining down upon her hair,
glistening and warm and happy.
Green is my envy of her beauty.
Blue is the colour I feel when
she is not by my side.
It is the rain when I am missing her.
Indigo is the deep attraction I feel towards her.
Adoration, admiration, amazement.
Purple is her hands,
how cold her fingers are,
And how I wish I could warm them with mine.
She is the rainbow and the I am the ground
for her and I will never meet.
I see her beauty from below,
gazing upon her colour and life.
She is a beautiful reflection and I am nothing but grass.
How I wish we could touch.
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 12:39 PM UTC
red.
I met you in the spring.
fresh flowers,
fresh fruit,
fresh feelings.
strawberries were my favorite until I met you.
pink skies told stories my mouth couldn't,
losing where I began and you'd end
we looked like complementary angles.
I swear everyday was 90 degrees.
orange.
sun kissed skin disguises itself as the brightest star in the galaxy upon my black sheets.
tracing the planets on your skin,
your freckles begin to resemble the big dipper.
knowing no matter where I am,
looking at you I'll know I'm close to home.
exploring where no one ever has.
yellow.
stars burn out every night,
leaving no suicide note to ease the minds of astronomers.
when you compared our love to the sun,
a massive star,
i considered that a good bye.
because eventually, some day, without warning,
the sun will die out.
what will happen to earth?
will it freeze over until another miracle happens?
will it survive for generations to come?
I don't have the answer, neither do you
When you compared our love to the sun,
a mass of unlivable temperature,
I shuddered.
green.
Ants march onto our blanket, declaring war.
We've been on their territory for almost 3 hours now,
maybe almost 3 days,
I wonder if in 3 years will I be as content as I am in this moment.
ants with Napoleon complexes steal my sandwich crumbs,
Blades of grass pierce my skin,
Surrounded the innocent laughter of children who know not what the world has at store for them.
These small things do not exist when I'm in your presence.
All I can focus on are the stories etched on your skin,
the insecurity in your smile,
and the innocence of our intertwined hands.
blue.
I still remember the day you compared yourself to water.
Saying that your life was a cycle,
Going through the motions was all you knew.
everyday I would drink you in and still end up parched.
I wanted more of you.
I dove head first into your sea,
not knowing there was glass on the bottom.
Ignoring the salt water in my wounds, I treaded along.
Poseidon had a death wish on you.
There were days where I found myself gasping for air,
drowning in everything about you,
sinking,
I wished for stronger bones to ease the pressure afflicted on me.
constantly breaking my back for depths you didn't knew existed.
I think I died long before I was washed onto shore.
Indigo.
Two people, one heart.
We've been going back and forth since the start.
Never sweet, only ****
Yet we stay together, never part.
Only started this relationship last season,
Getting harder everyday to remember the reason.
The sun sets everyday in our heart.
The moons light illuminates our despair
Too far gone, beyond repair.
Violet.
The freckles splattered delicately on your face mimic the coffee stains on this paper.
Both have the strength to start an addiction.
Before, I needed a cup coffee to start my day.
Now, a good morning message from you will suffice.
Drinking you too fast will result in getting burnt.
Though irresistible, I would rather enjoy it than to rush.
But leaving you to cool down isnt an option. The settled flavors never quite taste the same
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 11:30 PM UTC