i spend all my days with someone
who doesn't care about me in the slightest
and hurts my feelings in the worst ways
but i can't let go of her
nothing would ever be the same
everyone says it'd be
for the better in some ways
but that's not how i feel
if i let you go,
i'm letting part of me go
and i can't let some of me go
without all of me going
so i keep you around to keep myself
i don't even want to keep mysef
i don't think you care to keep me either
but part of me still wants to believe
you'll have the same love for me you once felt
even if it was never real
i will peel myself open and open again
so you can get a taste of my fruit inside
and spit me right back out
only to come back for more
you never liked how i tasted
you just liked watching me peel open
showing you the most vulnerable part of me
you liked peeling my pith away
all of me wasn't good enough for you
you could only accept certain parts of me
and even though i changed to please you
i'm still not good enough
so i'll stitch my peel back up
until you're ready to try me again
Inspired by one witty Nate White, of Britain
I vote him in a year ago
Vainglory man with orange glow
We didn’t have another choice
The country spoke, a single voice
I hate him not, he is the boss
There’s way his power comes across
So much revealed as time goes
For us to find and him disclose
No class, no charm, no wit, but troll
No warmth at all in present role
No wisdom, honor, humor, grace
Insults dispatched when face-to-face
He can be nasty, don’t show soul
He bashes heads to reach one’s goal
Lack of nuance and spite don’t stop
Behaves like bull in china shop
Offensive, crass, with shallow scope
We pray and watch, while harbor hope
For better life and worldly peace
He's mostly driven by caprice
Not man of word, give and withdraw
Commits to Russia win the war
He shakes the world to see what comes
Yet some big plans are yielding crumbs
Ain’t no compassion, noble not
Aims cutting Middle Eastern knot
Amusing? No, this isn’t the case
Who are you, Mr. Orange Face?
August 30, 2025
sunset spark orange
flames touch with your poetry~
final exit stay
the sun is streaming
bright orange bursts of color ~
celebrates day's end
Orange peel. Scent fresh but bitter,
tangible in taste and air. A circle in fruit
that dangles and is turned, twisted from
branch. The challenge to keep the
peel whole, no break. Sink teeth into
sweet segments of dripping flesh.
Orange rust. A door, a gate. Age in crinkling
metal, steel ancient with salt and sun and
seasons beating what thought strong. Orange
rust of a family home, a flake for each child
who flies the nest. Rusted crisped wings. Upon
closer inspection the rust appears golden.
Not amber nor red,
neither start nor stop.
A forever-in-motion colour.
Sunset Haiku
orange tinted sky
sun saunters in sea to lie~
relish to the eyes.
an orange sunrise
softly kisses the petals
of dozing tulips
orange hued sunset
outspreads the serene welkin ~
the divine canvas
Placed : 2nd
Sinking vibrant ball
Life slows as orange light fades -
Good night, time to dream
When tint of duskfall weaves through a cloud
I spill lacquered paint on bays, ashore
my gold-red shades draping sand. Endowed
with citrine flame of sky , I soar:
Call me ambrosia too. Just outside,
nectar drips from marmalade nights
honey and cantaloupe bless my glide--
O I'm there...when slice of dawn alights !
Autumn is near
When nights on hours of the day do impinge
Softer are the rays of mid-day sunshine
Greenish leaves do start to pick orange tinge
Tall lupines linger low, curl down and pine
Roses slowly start to shed their petals
Lovely lavenders languish with crisp fear
Cooler air from grey clouds starts to settle
Purple pansies begin to drip sad tears
When birds flutter with less strength with reason
It`s time to hail the fall`s train which is near
Time to greet the coming Autumn season
With its splash of red saffron hues so dear.
The irony does not slide past me. My favourite song became my reality in two years time. A song that I loved but didn't understand now sits in my head burned into my mind as something I understand all too well.
I am a girl, and pink is okay
but orange is my delight
Give me orange or nothing at all
I like it in polka dots, plaids, and paisleys
Stripes are not my favorite, but I would take stripes
If it included the color orange
If you want to give me a combination of colors
I lean toward the preteen magazine covers of the early seventies
orange, pink and yellow would be the perfect choice for me
I would take them in a couch, throw pillows, or a new car.
If it is a car, please make it a Volkswagen bus.
I am a hippie.
orange sentiments stick out of the seriousness of today
tantalizing me, teasing me to want to laugh, sing and play
I feel younger, more worthy, a hero, someone who could be adored.
If you would have said I was a mere human I would have been floored.
In this summer month of her what would have been her 21st birthday,
I see bed of withering red orange tiger lilies and say,
"Your death reddened you, yellow flower, into an orange, then red."
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