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Colors

Blue sky's, Green trees, all this beauty brings me to my knees.                                                                                                                       

White moon, Yellow sun, playing all day just for fun.                                                                                                                                        

Red roses, Pink flowers, thinking about her for more then an hour.                                                                                                                

All these colors mean so much, but all these colors I can not  touch.                                                                                                               

A life with no colors is like a life with no brain, the less colors I see the more I go insane.                                                                        

Grey rain, Brown mud, many of lifes ended with a loud thud.                                                                                                                             

Black writing as i scribble and scratch on my paper.                                                                                                                                              

I wish it was over, I wish it was later.                                                                                                                                                                       

All these colors mean so much, but all these colors i can not touch.

— Tragic_Bliss, Feb 20, 2008

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poewriter58

18 years 3 months ago

5th line what happened

5th line what happened here? You have a great start in the first stanza of this poem the rest needs a bit of revamping. I'd like to see this one reworked will be watching for the rewrite Chrys
RSScheerer

RSScheerer

18 years 3 months ago

Colors

I remember those teachers telling me that my work was not "real" poetry. I also remember how I ignored them and continued to develop my own style. You're going to get to yours as well. Exercises like this one are necessary "evils" in the meantime. ~ Ronda

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