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The greening of my ex

Spent a day with my ex this Christmas season.
Both his hands were now green so I asked,
"what's the reason?"
Was he painting, a project, and they didn't come clean?
His pigment was tinted in a mossy green.
I touched a hand, pulled the skin, gently pinched.
He showed no pain, didn't even flinch.
Could he be turning into the Grinch?
He

Categories: pigment, humor, men,
Form: Light Verse

Palette of Picturesque Pigment

Her persona is like 
a portrait 
   of picturesque perfection,
embalmed in 
  bittersweet lavender, 
unseen within depths 
of tributaries of elixir.
If only they knew 
 the chaos that flows, 
constrained in 
a confined 
  gallery of grief.
Not everyone is 
  a master painter.
Some brush with brutal 
   bruised

Categories: pigment, dark, deep, devotion, i
Form: Free verse

Melanin

Wash away the sins of the father
Release your head from the sand
Try to start again
Or ignore the reaching hand

Who are you to judge over a body? A way of life?
A face growing weary and thin?
Restless, are we still so cold?
Are we a plague to ourselves, made of mildew and mould?

Pigment and porcelain statues refuse to

Categories: pigment, abuse, culture, discrimination, prejudice,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Pigment and Hue

The manicured,
The portrait,
Colours of the week,
Colours I choose,
Decisions to make,
Decisions I make,
The door I open,
The path I see,
The elements I allow.

The manicured,
The portrait,
Colours of the week,
Colours I don’t choose,
Decisions I don’t make,
Decisions that orchestrate themselves,
The door that opens,
Of its will and accord,
Gloom disperses.

The manicured,
The portrait,
Colours I admire,
Colours I'd always want to see,
They don’t always surround,
They

Categories: pigment, inspirational,
Form: Free verse

Pigment

In early summer 
the garden is full of color, 
as eyes watch in awe.

Categories: pigment, nature,
Form: Haiku

Just a Pigment of My Imagination

18 June 2019 6:03 PM

Am I red with anger
And filled with danger

Or red with embarrasement 
From being too passionate

Am I yellow with cowardice
Or sunny filled happiness

Am I blue with sadness
Or just from my shyness

Am I green with disgust and envy
Or just sick of those who are greedy

Am I black with a love grown cold
Or mournful

Categories: pigment, anger, anxiety, beautiful, celebration,
Form: Rhyme

Pigment

why hey plenty of days i got victimized by how dark this skin of mines appears.
but now that i'm older i no longer drop a tear.
those words still taunt me such as "blacky" from my peers 
although those hurtful words always grind my gears.
ive learned that melanin takes over showing me there's nothing to fear.

having

Categories: pigment, color, confidence, courage,
Form: Free verse

Pigment

MY SKIN,
ALL THE PLACES I HAVE BEEN
DADDY WAS A SLAVE
THE SWEAT AND BLOOD HE GAVE
TODAY I AM SURE HE TURNS ON HIS GRAVE
... POVERTY CAME TO MY LIFE LIKE A WAVE
DESTROY'D MY HOME, HOPES
I TIE MY NECK WITH POISON AND COMMON ROPES
IS IT REALLY A CHOICE? DO I HAVE A CHOICE?
WILL YOU LISTEN TO MY

Categories: pigment, life,
Form: Rhyme

The Pigment of Illustration

Rain falls
Lights brighten the space above the sidewalk
There on the corner stands a girl
She stands tall yet frail
Her face is in anguish, so pale
Pain clearly controls her
The emotion on her face is washed out like the light softly brushing the pavement.
She screams, tears stream but there is no sound 
No way to convey the truth
No

Categories: pigment, art, inspirational, introspection, life,
Form: Narrative