Rainbows

Rules;

- If you comment in this thread, I disqualify you for my competition. So, here's my advice, post your poem then compliment someone through a message.
- 2 poems per poet, however long or old.
- Collabs allowed, but counts as poem per poet.
- Use your imagination, only allowed to use 2 colors from the Rainbow, cannot use all of them.
- You have two weeks.

Go.

A competition about rainbows.... I've seen it all now

kourtnissixxx said:A competition about rainbows.... I've seen it all now

The only part of it that is about rainbows is describing your emotions with a color or two. Otherwise, it's not about rainbows really at all.

This may not exactly fit, if not let me know and I will delete it.


'Twas under the rainbow, we first met.

I was young.
You were older.
By
One
Day.


It started out cloudy.
The weather.
Your mood.
And our relationship.

I was laughing.
You were crying.

He'd left you.

And it was starting to rain.

I offered my umbrella.

You were angry that I had laughed.
And walked on, as the rain started to fall.

Gently at first.
As was my apology.
I held it over your head.

You glared and said, "Why?"

That I'd laughed?
Or that he'd left?

The answer was nearly the same.

You view the world, thorough pink tinted glasses.
To you the world was a fiesta of love shaded in pink.

He couldn't stand your pink view of the world.
Your pink definition of love.

As the rain tamed, the sun emerged, a rainbow framed the sky.
And your tears dried.

I saw the gentleness, the softness.
behind the pinkness, that drove him away.
And my laughter was at his loss.

At you, I would never laugh.
With you, I hoped to share many laughs.
And hugs.
And kisses,
And silent glances.
And intimate moments.
And life.

It was your view of the world,
though pink tinted glasses
that drew me to you.

You came to call me your "younger" man.

And I called you my "ol' lady" in turn.

So, dearest,
That's how it began,
under a rainbow filled sky.

somewhere over the rainbow/
it's still raining/everyone is still complaining/
about the same things/my brain stings /i'm still sippin liquor from the same springs/
yella as ever/every failed endeavor/
and the jaundice from my liver/
makes me wish i was a different fella/
i'm here to tell ya/
the deep dark misty blue/has nothin to do/
with the reasons i'm considerately killin you/
let's do humanity a favor/and cater/to fake shits and haters/
this is where i got my bad ass behavior/
i see red but feel blue this is just a taster/
silver bullets for lightened grey lycans/ your golden savior hyping/ and whateva your fn gay grey creator might send/
your life's end/
followed by disregard from a religious prestigous[did you really have to make midgets?] hall of famer/
i'm a caucasion  no namer/
lookin for someone to blame /a lion tamer/
it's a no brainer/
pourin booze in the crimson slice/durin imprisoned human sacrifice/
and preyin my god give some dudes lice/
i'm rude right/but you would'nt bust a tool/if you had 2 in a fight/
somebody tell me/how red can hell be?/
when the blood stain on my shirt is brown after it get's filthy/
chill b/
sit back/and relax/go ahead and get fat/
like you was trudy/from the facts/
of life/mr rot is not/nice/
hell leave you/ blue and black and yellow all over/
he's never sober/
searchin for a  green four leaf clover/
leavin you just hangin around, in my fridge downtown like some brown/ 4wk left overs................

Did I have to use two or does one suffice...?

dum dum dum dum and i want it painted black

Lost_Angel said:Did I have to use two or does one suffice...?

One is fine.

Your still smiling somewhere
While Calling me a prick somewhere
Under a rainbow somewhere
Somewhere the sun will always shine

I think i'll find you someday
I'll have to leave everything behind someday
And join you, under a rainbow somewhere
Somewhere were we'll fit in fine

I can imagine what you'll say
I've missed you, you'll say
As I join you, under a rainbow somewhere
Somewhere we'll share one more glass of wine

As you brush your hair
And I'll decide the world is fair
As I watch you, under a rainbow somewhere
Somewhere maybe a little bit Devine

The Red

Red is the sexiest color
Only next to black
But black is not a color

Red is primal
Animistic, cannibalistic
There something about the color red
When all is said
Is just a color after all

Red is dead
The best the worst
The texture
The feel
The look of blood
But red is just a color after all?

If red is death
Then green is life
But life is dark
Red is sex
Red is lust
Red is lost
Red is light
And red is fear
Red is all around us
Red is here.

Dead Poets In The Red Room

This is the room    
To end all rooms    
dark, red and wet    
like somebody's womb    
The start of it all    
The start of the fall    
 
I’ve seen the dead poet's in the red room    
they exists in the back of your mind    
Your friends from youth    
Removed from space    
To this soulless place    
There masks adjourn the red tiled walls    
Blood like cement, lines the floor and walls    
There was blood on their hands    
Blood on demand    
 
Devoid of color    
The red makes you mad    
We don’t belong to our own life time    
We are pathetic and sad    
 
Under the table a prophet lay    
He would not tell us,    
he would not say.    
Jesus Christ was buried here    
To flow his tears,    
takes courage not fear.    
 
This is the end of the road    
All exits closed,    
All souls are lost at the station of the cross    
This path leads to the weak the needy and the lost.    
 
This room is an abyss    
made from one man’s creation    
A platypus of endless screams    
Your soul a generous donation    
We tear apart at the seems  

Children screaming for mother    
a sister finds her brother    
broken, soulless she weeps    
the dead poets in the red room has taken him    
leave your secret's at the door    
the red room has taken us all!

Scarlet Winds

 
In warm colour dreams ribbons of red blow
where flowers come apart in fierce scarlet winds
ruby gossamer protection upon my weathered form
as I lay in the grass of fire that soothes with no burn
 
 
 
 
I grip the edges of reality and hold onto this tightly
as I watch carefully the miles ahead with wary eyes
always trying to perceive the stirring that is only felt
in knowing of what I can never deny is truth within myself
 
 
 

And the scarlet winds blow in ribbons across the plains into the miles stretched ahead
 

 
 
Feeling the weight of the heavy invisible nothingness
sucking my life when eyes are tired and weakness prevails
forming itself with psychic intentions to drain living energy
in black shadows I can see what attempts to make me fear
 
 


And the scarlet winds blow in ribbons across the plains into the miles stretched ahead

 
 
 
In knowing of what I can never deny is truth within myself
the fear that I lack drives me into the realms of shadows
I take back all that was stolen from the essence of my existence
and bind it in red ribbons and reminders of sharp edged realities
 
 
 
 
 
In warm colour dreams ribbons of red hold me
where flowers sway in the soothing gentle winds
ruby gossamer protection that envelopes my form
as I lay in the grass of fire that soothes with no burn

Never forget me

Ah the vibrant blue
One true of a hue.
And as if on cue,
I see the soft glow,
Of a pretty rainbow.

Ah I see the blue,
And I see the violet,
Resonating from the water.

Oh that color true,
Yet there are those who try to defile it,
And are staining Father.

One night I meditate,
"I ask you Father sky,
That I may know why.
Why is it that you cry?"
He did not hesitate,
And he answered clearly,
"So that you may hear me,
And never forget me,
For long have I looked after thee."

i love the colour yellow, it shows my grand daughters pearls; as it shines down on us; from another world. she says rainbows are beautiful; a smile splits ear to ear, i would love to slide down them; her innocence brings me to tears.