Word Color Poems

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Evermore

While wending my way one sunny day
in no particular direction
on stopping for reflection
I took a look at flowers by the rustic fence
beside a gnarled old

Untitled - Jackson Pollock - 1912-1956

They say a picture may paint a thousand words
but I can't read what he wrote
household paint poured onto a horizontal surface
ain't what I call works

The Prismatic Self

I say the word and feign a Freudian slip
From between its legs duplicities drip
Often doubling as a quip and tasting chalky, just a bit
History will

The Color of Judgment

They say that God is clothed in white,
A throne of clouds, a robe of light.
The angels, too, in linen gleam,
Like snowflakes stepping through a dream.
The

MULTI-HUED DAMSEL IN THE BEAUTY OF HER WETNESS

Out of the womb of seedless water came her birth,
And no less than always has been her silent beauty;
Radiant essence, crowning the earth’s heavenly throne:-

She’s

The Ink Speaks

You ask me—
how does it feel?
This slow bleed of words…
This quiet magic
made of pain—
and ink.

Let me tell you.

It feels like this:
The pen… hesitates.
Just for a

True Silence

True silence is not the lack of sound,
but a whisper hidden in the breath—
like rain waiting in the clouds,
or a word hovering
before it heals or

Color Blind

How can we understand each other's color,
When we use the same flavored word?
It's impossible to say it any duller,
And through our glasses the meaning is

My Old Holden Astra

24 seven, 
Eight, 
Nine, 
Ten to the second. 
Heaven ate my pancreas, 
Please pretend eleven likes me. 
Twelve times its elapsed,
Survival wasn’t even likely. 
Shelved

Colors

Colors

Blue the color of her eyes
That hid the pain 
The ones that ahead the tears 
When no one is near 
The ones that have the

Chapter 167--- DAMIAN DELILAH MALLORY HOLYANNA: Holly Damian and the Hakim clan

September   2051

Molly Dolly and Holly were busy celebrating the end of spring  inthe garden.  Sidney joined Adonis Kyon CJ and Damian

In Color

Sometimes I hate seeing pictures of myself when I was younger. Baby pictures, homecoming photos, the embarrassing high school Facebook selfies. The nostalgia is there,

Screaming in Silence

Screaming in Silence

In the depths of my soul, a cry echoes through
A scream in silence, only You can hear it true
Doubts creep in, like shadows

A World Of Life's Color

The watercolour of landscape
Always captures my heart
It's an excellent eye of the art
It's inviting to keep me smiling
The peculiar hand of technique brushing
Woven those intricate