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Blind
The colors themselves though they may try to disguise,
form a beautiful picture from the rainbow inside.
Although the colors confuse and the shades run and hide,
I'll show you each shade and I'll stay your guide.
It sounds like a melody the pen on paper,
I'll be quick to step in should your hands ever waver.
At times it's a whisper gently coaching each color,
but together were something each color a wonder.
Color, tastes like skittles,
it's not the shade outside,
but the flavor in the middle
The shades feel like petals between calloused fingers,
Soft and velvety as rough hands guide their shapes.
Tiny drops of paint are cool to the touch.
A dappled canvas, a familiar love.
If you can't see the color it doesn't make you blind.
It just means you need someone to show you with their eyes.
The colors themselves though they may try to disguise,
form a beautiful picture from the rainbow inside.
Although the colors confuse and the shades run and hide,
I'll show you each shade and I'll stay your guide.
It sounds like a melody the pen on paper,
I'll be quick to step in should your hands ever waver.
At times it's a whisper gently coaching each color,
but together were something each color a wonder.
Color, tastes like skittles,
it's not the shade outside,
but the flavor in the middle
The shades feel like petals between calloused fingers,
Soft and velvety as rough hands guide their shapes.
Tiny drops of paint are cool to the touch.
A dappled canvas, a familiar love.
If you can't see the color it doesn't make you blind.
It just means you need someone to show you with their eyes.
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Breathless
I sink to the bottom of the pool
My body and mind fully immersed
Down here there is no one to be cruel
No one to make me feel cursed.
Down here only I exist
No one to disapprove
Down here there are no clenched fists
No one to judge my every move.
Down here I finally feel alive
No more trying to find hope
Down here I finally have the urge to survive
No one telling me how to cope.
Down here I only see beauty
No more scarring of my mind
Down here there is no constant cruelty
No more smiles to try and find.
Down here there is no happiness to feign
No more attempting to make peace
Down here I can feel no pain
No more trying to f
Literature
I'm Falling..
I'm Falling
Down and Down,
Into the uninvited.
My wings torn from my skin,
My feathers caught alight as they fell to the ground.
Down and Down.
I fall down.
In deep despair,
The taste of death poisoning the air.
Burning, decaying,
The harsh stench branding my senses.
I'm blind.
Unaware of time,
Oblivious to my surroundings.
Down and Down.
I feel pain and suffering,
A constant reminder that I'm still alive.
Down and Down.
But as I fall,
I think of you..
I'v Landed.
Literature
Glass
I always laugh when you refer to me as glass.
Not just because of the way you say it,
(glass-as-in-gas).
Or because I know it's a crack at my fragility.
Glass is pure.
I am like granite -
my body nullified from too many clashing traits.
Glass is transparent.
I am like clay -
illegible from all the plastered smiles.
Glass is unyielding.
I am like chalk -
easily broken and scuffed away by meagre things.
Glass is hung up on walls and in great cathedrals,
tinted for enhancement, but only ever painted on by fools.
I am hidden behind keypads and camera lenses,
coated in a thick paste of deceptiveness.
No, my love,
I was never glass. (Despite
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This was a chance to say something really special to ~S2DPro He's kind of had a hard time dealing with the slight issues with seeing colors and some of our best moments have been working together when it's me helping pick out the colors. Boo, it doesn't matter what you can't see...What matters is what I see in you.
When I first met you, you were the one who told me my limp didn't make me who I was and you'd be the one to carry me. Well now I'm telling you that it's been 8 months and if I could I'd do anything to be the same way. You're my best friend, and if you can't see the colorful spirit in you, it doesn't matter.
I Do.
Color Poem Contest!Color Poem Contest!
I've been encouraged to make this a news article, so I'm giving in :XD:
This form has taken off since I introduced it to dA, at least among my watchers. I've seen enough creativity come out of it to feel like a contest has the ability to produce some excellent pieces. The form is flexible enough to allow room for lots of interpretation, but rigid enough to still provide a bit of structure. I've never found an easier form to write in - no syllable counting, no rhyme schemes, no nitpicky details to fuss over (unless you want to!). So here it is:
Line 1 - Your color.
Lines 2, 3, 4 - things your color looks like.
Lines 5, 6
This was a chance to say something really special to ~S2DPro He's kind of had a hard time dealing with the slight issues with seeing colors and some of our best moments have been working together when it's me helping pick out the colors. Boo, it doesn't matter what you can't see...What matters is what I see in you.
When I first met you, you were the one who told me my limp didn't make me who I was and you'd be the one to carry me. Well now I'm telling you that it's been 8 months and if I could I'd do anything to be the same way. You're my best friend, and if you can't see the colorful spirit in you, it doesn't matter.
I Do.
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This is a very strong piece of writing. Some of the descriptions you used paint very vivid pictures, especially the line “The shades feel like petals between calloused fingers.”
The form of this poem seems to be a bit unbalanced. You started off using a rhyme scheme which disappeared after the second stanza. Rhyming is a good way to add rhythm to words. The rhythm you started with got confused when you broke the rhyme scheme. I would suggest maintaining the form you start out with, whether it is fixed or free verse.
Another suggestion I would make is to utilize commas and other punctuation. Some of your lines read with natural pauses. It would help to define the flow of your poem if you used commas to accentuate those pauses.
For example, instead of:
Although the colors confuse and the shades run and hide
You could say:
Although the colors confuse, and the shades run and hide