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Tyrant of Words
England 33awards
Joined 10th Jan 2021
Forum Posts: 5947

Poetry Contest

Write a poem on the colour you identify with today

Tune into yourself a little… tell me what colour you identify with today. Try and think a little outside the box and see where that thought takes you.


• New writes only
• One entry per human
• No visual / audio / video entries
• No limit on words
• No erotica
• Poetry, not prose
• Comp judged by host

Tyrant of Words
United States 151awards
Joined 11th July 2012
Forum Posts: 1831

The Resonance of Tears

Today the rain has been nonstop
The skies have been cloudy and gray
My heart beats with each raindrop
While my mild thoughts go astray

I relish in the sound of the storm
It’s a distant echo from the past
And though my skin is warm
A shiver comes to me very fast

Oh dear memory, why do you insist
In remembering certain drizzly days?
The resonance of tears in the mist
When pouring rain washed my face

Each droplet decorating my window
Is a reminder of the person I once knew
My old self wasted time is now lost in limbo
But remembering him makes me kind of blue
Written by wallyroo92
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Tyrant of Words
England 33awards
Joined 10th Jan 2021
Forum Posts: 5947

Thank you for starting us off 🙂

Tyrant of Words
Canada 43awards
Joined 30th July 2020
Forum Posts: 918

favorite color of the day

For a while it was
Canary yellow and glorious hues.
But then heavy clouds
Deep purple and blues.
For it takes only
A snap of fingers, a crosswind
A cross word
To go from joy and happiness
To a sea of storms
And nasty brews.
Written by robert43041 (Viking)
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Tyrant of Words
England 33awards
Joined 10th Jan 2021
Forum Posts: 5947

Thank you 😊

Dangerous Mind
United States 14awards
Joined 31st May 2013
Forum Posts: 654

Saxe (Color Comp)

This feels like static in my brain
On a cloudy, windy, yucky day,
When I am caught barefoot
Walking on the beach.

Waves lap at my toes
As I dig them
Into the cold sand,
And the winds wrap their fingers
Around tightening goosebumps
On my naked legs.

Sputtering with strands of hair
Blowing into my mouth,
I stare into the ocean
With eyes that have begun
To see the whole world in gray.

A serene melancholy accompanies
Me on my lonely walks,
As the tide comes
And I, like my footprints,
Seem to disappear.
Written by KittyFromHell
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Thought Provoker
Joined 9th Dec 2013
Forum Posts: 52

yellow said i am a canary

yellow said i am a canary                  
yellow  said i am a  banana                  
the canary said i am not a banana                  
the banana dreamed of wings                
when out of the blue shrieked          
canary is dead             
green laid envious punches by her side          
peach was bruised without a touch          
all the lives in the yellow submarine          
crushed in the depths            
dark with sadness  
poor poor canary          
red brought a rose to lay on the grave              
blue, too blue to speak,    
hid behind the heaving grey    
that blanketed the day              
white fell mournfully  
like tear hands on poor black    
wrapped now like a coffin    
round the broken bird              
lavender rose, spoke of the          
eternal fade and the golden          
moments that drip from the    
arching rainbow of time  
from the dreams of the dead              
dearly beloved  she said
we are gathered  here today
and every day wedded
in pigments of joy and pain              
she lives
in the buds of spring              
in the morning star as    
we turn from mourning          
in the diamond spark on the    
crest of the shimmering wave      
Written by 0913338 (Semaj)
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Tyrant of Words
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Thank you for your entries :)

Fire of Insight
United States 16awards
Joined 4th Apr 2019
Forum Posts: 205


conceived of sun and sky
that warm blue womb
that held me
and holds me still
and our bright star,
hot, delicious,
painting my vision red
and these thoughts that roll
and tumble,
these endless
waking dreams
that rake the shore
where i am whole
and holy
and swaddled in precious light,
and so very close
to free
Written by javalini
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Dangerous Mind
United Kingdom 41awards
Joined 1st Jan 2018
Forum Posts: 834

My favourite shades of pink

As in the rise of blood, it seeks to undermine    
and leave you so tongue tied.  
Ships plater, toss the rivet piping hot    
malleable enough for the strongest bond,    
anchoring the cold steel plate,    
these are the ribbons, that were implied    
Frilly billows of candy floss, tie the sweetest bow    
as on base metal, the primer painted, to attire    
The breaking strains, of dawns caress    
the day that turns to  hazy fire.    
 Cool of night tries to resist    
Swallowing regrets, as we sit and sip    
our glass of chilled rosé.    
Jet trails, highlighted like tomorrows aspirations of life.    
 comes the evening chill, anticipating the mauve.
 Reflections of affection, the glow as warm as mink,    
these are my favourite shades of pink    
Written by slipalong
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Fire of Insight
United States 17awards
Joined 20th Sep 2012
Forum Posts: 218

I Drink My Coffee Black.

Stirring sugar into it,
Is the vision I have of you,
As we sat sipping in the morning,
And the taste of your lips,
That still lingers,
Decades later.

Cream mixed in becomes,
The liquid chocolate of your skin,
Still brings tingling to mine,
And is a memory,
That delights my eyes,
Decades later.

Decades later,

In lament,
I drink my coffee black.
Written by J_J_Jay_Jr
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Fire of Insight
United States 17awards
Joined 20th Sep 2012
Forum Posts: 218

Faded to Gray

The memories have faded,    
And with them,    
Much of the pain.    
As those memories faded,    
The anger,    
Why him?    
Why not me?    
Bright colorful snapshots,    
Replaced by,    
A mellowed image,    
Washed out,    
Nearly lost to the fog of time,    
Nearly transparent,    
Of what once was.    
Bits still survive,    
In Sepia.    
I held your hair back,    
While you vomited,    
Your too much beer,    
You had at the party.    
Walking across campus,    
My arm around your waist,    
Your hand in my back pocket.    
Walking in the warm spring rain,    
Soaking wet,    
We were so very young.    
There are many,    
No longer vivid,    
Still warm me at night,    
Not forgotten.    
I thought of you,    
The other day,    
When Joanie,    
Breast cancer.    
Your wedding was the week,    
After mine.    
Yours ended,    
Mine is dying.    
I Googled,    
The name,    
I knew you by;    
I Googled,    
The name you took,    
Marrying him,    
Before divorcing him;    
Written by J_J_Jay_Jr
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Strange Creature
Joined 10th Jan 2022
Forum Posts: 1


There is something about black.
Something deep, solid, and steep
Something intensely beautiful.

It is to me a symbol of my own rebellion.
A rebellion against stigma,
A rebellion against insecurities, hypocrisy and caged black souls.
It is pride perfected in absolute charm,
Glossed in grace and dipped in solitude.

Black is beautiful, not sad.
It liberates me and connects me to an emptiness filled with love, hope and freedom,
Like the dark night illuminated by shimmering dotted stars.

I see it in cold, teary eyes of a broken child for its there that joy and strength rebirths.

I wore black again today, proudly upped my sleeves and my skin leaped with joy at the feel of that fabric hugging and caressing it.
It has an effect on me that makes me feel blacker.

It spells to me 'absence'
An absence of a bitter history of 2000 years of persecution, suffering and slavery,
And a destined dream of bravery and victory.

It's in the Kenneth Kaunda's, the Nelson Mandela's, Desmond Tutu's, Kofi Anan's, and Barack Obama's of our era and in that little voice at the back of our minds that whispers "you are worth every black diamond and everything more".

There is nothing to mourn about black
Really,there isn't.
Black is life
It's not bondage or shame,
It's a symbol of greatness typified in everyone of us,
Diamonds in the rough,
It is beauty refined.
Embrace your blackness child of the soil,
You are beautiful!!
Written by The_Mad_Thinker
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Fire of Insight
United States 1awards
Joined 15th Nov 2020
Forum Posts: 51



I gaze upon the black opal....
amazed in this phase of lucid haze
Speckles of violet vibrating vibrantly
dancing with flickers of red in my head
while glimmers of true Blue survived and arrived
seen dancing on the scene with the green queen
within sunset, unforbidden color hollers
without orange-ridden solar collars
beaming while dreaming, soon to be dead
Immortal in memories forever fed
by the new sun, golden and seemingly dreaming
upon translucent skies with lucid eyes seeing
rainbows shattered and scattered
upon a pitch black canvas
Alas - these things shall not pass
triumph now teaming with tragic
This is the color of Magick
Written by archie23
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