"palletes" poems - Hello Poetry

he will always be my heartbreak, the muse that comes with every unsung melody of a new lover. he will always be the scar that permeates through every touch and piece of love that others give now that he is gone and out of reach. he will always be bittersweet, and though i have moved onto better palletes, i will always still have a taste for his words that gave me the wings to write my own.

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Jul 3, 2018

Jul 3, 2018 at 7:02 AM UTC

callmesly

onwards

he will always be my heartbreak, the muse that comes with every unsung melody of a new lover. he will always be the scar that permeates through every touch and piece of love that others give now that he is gone and out of reach. he will always be bittersweet, and though i have moved onto better palletes, i will always still have a taste for his words that gave me the wings to write my own.

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Beauty is in the mind of a poet Beauty in words so vividly crafted To form the perfect picture From that tiny ember left from last nights fire Breathed upon and brought once more to life Like the phoenix from the ashes Great works become alive Yes, poets are artists Words the color palletes The pen wielded with such consummate skill The brush that paints the picture A poem can draw us into another world Alice Through The Looking Glass Narnia Poetry takes us there It allows us to sail wide oceans Takes us above the rain forest canopy Allows us to soar high with the eagles Takes us to places that inspire Poets and poetry

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Jan 4, 2015

Jan 4, 2015 at 6:32 PM UTC

joe-cole

Beauty

Beauty is in the mind of a poet Beauty in words so vividly crafted To form the perfect picture From that tiny ember left from last nights fire Breathed upon and brought once more to life Like the phoenix from the ashes Great works become alive Yes, poets are artists Words the color palletes The pen wielded with such consummate skill The brush that paints the picture A poem can draw us into another world Alice Through The Looking Glass Narnia Poetry takes us there It allows us to sail wide oceans Takes us above the rain forest canopy Allows us to soar high with the eagles Takes us to places that inspire Poets and poetry

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You were yellow, like dandelions and daffodils catching whispers of the wind. You were like the sun, a blazing luscious shade of bright gold. I was blue, like the light sky with white overtones. Blue like the wrathful sea trapped in a single teardrop. Tints varying from Cyan, Azure and Ceruleam. Our colours began to bleed into each other like the gentle caress of a brush against a palletes. Forming a lush green. I soon realised that you were moving away in an attempt to find other colours and combinations, As green was just never for you. We were two colours in a head first Collision, oblivious to the fact that we had to blend to become perfect. I was left barren and began to fade, Transforming to a lifeless grey. A mixture of black and white. When light and dark combine but neither win. In my monochromatic world, There was suddenly a flash of red. Scarlet and Vermilion danced before my eyes and lay smeared on my fingertips. He was Crimson like the sweet fragrant rose, burgundy like the blood in narrow veins. He was a sight to behold with tinges of auburn. He didn't mind my fading stains of yellow that you left behind like scars, He just focused on healing my once shades of blue. Together we mingled; Navy blues and Ruby reds, I turned from dull to bright. I was now sapphire and Prussian blue, and we created a shade of vibrant purple. He was still red, and I remained blue. But together we touched and turned into a beautiful lavender hue.

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Oct 28, 2017

Oct 28, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC

aneesa_xp

Colours

You were yellow, like dandelions and daffodils catching whispers of the wind. You were like the sun, a blazing luscious shade of bright gold. I was blue, like the light sky with white overtones. Blue like the wrathful sea trapped in a single teardrop. Tints varying from Cyan, Azure and Ceruleam. Our colours began to bleed into each other like the gentle caress of a brush against a palletes. Forming a lush green. I soon realised that you were moving away in an attempt to find other colours and combinations, As green was just never for you. We were two colours in a head first Collision, oblivious to the fact that we had to blend to become perfect. I was left barren and began to fade, Transforming to a lifeless grey. A mixture of black and white. When light and dark combine but neither win. In my monochromatic world, There was suddenly a flash of red. Scarlet and Vermilion danced before my eyes and lay smeared on my fingertips. He was Crimson like the sweet fragrant rose, burgundy like the blood in narrow veins. He was a sight to behold with tinges of auburn. He didn't mind my fading stains of yellow that you left behind like scars, He just focused on healing my once shades of blue. Together we mingled; Navy blues and Ruby reds, I turned from dull to bright. I was now sapphire and Prussian blue, and we created a shade of vibrant purple. He was still red, and I remained blue. But together we touched and turned into a beautiful lavender hue.

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While this usually means What would Jesus do I have a wiley scheme To share another with you Standing in the yard Around the fire pit Thinking we're goofs Not getting chairs to sit We are really cold both inside and out I'm think this weather needs a manual So I stand up and shout WWJD. We want Jack Daniels. Gentleman would be smooth Single barrel would be better But I'm to cold to move Wife volunteers so I let her She comes back with the Jack And a stack of cups Its okay that its old no 7 black Friends arrive and I say what's up We pour a round To **** the chill we are mired We begin to mound More wood upon the fire We empty the bottle with a little tear This tradition is annual Friend pulls out another one says have no fear he shouts WWJD we want Jack Daniels The whiskey, continuous pour No one is leaving here tonight Palletes on the floor The sky is clear and bright The party winds down Our friendship is unequal Nobody wears a frown Forged by WWJD we want Jack Daniels

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Sep 17, 2016

Sep 17, 2016 at 10:20 PM UTC

jed-johnson

WWJD

While this usually means What would Jesus do I have a wiley scheme To share another with you Standing in the yard Around the fire pit Thinking we're goofs Not getting chairs to sit We are really cold both inside and out I'm think this weather needs a manual So I stand up and shout WWJD. We want Jack Daniels. Gentleman would be smooth Single barrel would be better But I'm to cold to move Wife volunteers so I let her She comes back with the Jack And a stack of cups Its okay that its old no 7 black Friends arrive and I say what's up We pour a round To **** the chill we are mired We begin to mound More wood upon the fire We empty the bottle with a little tear This tradition is annual Friend pulls out another one says have no fear he shouts WWJD we want Jack Daniels The whiskey, continuous pour No one is leaving here tonight Palletes on the floor The sky is clear and bright The party winds down Our friendship is unequal Nobody wears a frown Forged by WWJD we want Jack Daniels

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