They are colors. Any questions?
Blue.
Yellow.
Green.
Red is the color of death
And yet, it can symbolize breath
For blood is the essence of life
It counts for our vitalized strife
It stands for the anger we feel
But calls for a gentler deal
When sided to roses and love
Red is the simple and complicated confusion sent from above.
Blue can be calming at times
But then, in intensly writ rhymes
The color can mean all is lost
In confusion, and effort is tossed
An ocean of deaths and dismays
But sometimes, in brighter of days
The sea can be warming and kind
The sails of ships get a nice, subtle shove from behind.
Yellow, a dangerous sign!
It means danger follows behind!
Like poisons, and pain shall reside
The sensible sane man would hide!
And yet... it's a lavishly dew
That softens the surfaces too
The yellow that prettifies things
Can holler and screech just as loud as it sings
Green! Such a sensible air
When you find it, an order is there
So complex and progressive and slow
The green is the greener to go
And yet, in the dangerous wood
There lies a great beast, understood
The green could just mean that it's filed
Or the color could say that it's ghastly and wild!
What color are you?
Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2007-10-20 at 21:30
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Colors *
Red.Blue.
Yellow.
Green.
Red is the color of death
And yet, it can symbolize breath
For blood is the essence of life
It counts for our vitalized strife
It stands for the anger we feel
But calls for a gentler deal
When sided to roses and love
Red is the simple and complicated confusion sent from above.
Blue can be calming at times
But then, in intensly writ rhymes
The color can mean all is lost
In confusion, and effort is tossed
An ocean of deaths and dismays
But sometimes, in brighter of days
The sea can be warming and kind
The sails of ships get a nice, subtle shove from behind.
Yellow, a dangerous sign!
It means danger follows behind!
Like poisons, and pain shall reside
The sensible sane man would hide!
And yet... it's a lavishly dew
That softens the surfaces too
The yellow that prettifies things
Can holler and screech just as loud as it sings
Green! Such a sensible air
When you find it, an order is there
So complex and progressive and slow
The green is the greener to go
And yet, in the dangerous wood
There lies a great beast, understood
The green could just mean that it's filed
Or the color could say that it's ghastly and wild!
What color are you?
Poetry by weirdzarun
Read 566 times
Written on 2007-10-20 at 21:30
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