-An old write from some darker times, with my own colourful photograph I was lucky to witness.
Thank you everyone one for participating! This is a competition and a collab with 20 amazing writer! In the last slide there’s a hint for next month. Love ya all!
You are your own version of everything and let's love that (pics r from google and Pinterest)
Red is the color that begins the night,
Characters composed in shades of laughter and love.
A quick article about why colour segregation is important. PLEASE READ TO THE END!
I see a rainbow inside my head.
My life was a monochrome of black and white. (Poem on the color in the world. Enjoy!)
My knees are the colours of plums and queen olives. Not a serious poem, dinnae fash yersel's
Sunshine will come back, so will your heart.
*An approach to the struggles of an author, packed with alliterations and animations.*
This was one of my first poems posted with a few edits to go along with todays prompt :)
Written by: @genevieve
© Genevieve Kubica
I don't need my family or even a lover to light the spark for an explosion of color
I want the clock's hand in a spiderweb
I miss the feeling of your misery
When the meds work, the colors come back.
Three unrelated tanka poems. I've read so many on here that I wanted to give it a try!
Existential questions at the border of a bridge.
WARNING: sensitive topics