rainbow
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Trust me: all mothers are incredibly special
Wonderful, beautiful and phenomenal
Without mothers, there will be no living
Disruption reigns in its place on high,
disorderly king of confusion --
with crown of blue, green and purple hues;
cloaked in red satin that stains our inner selves.
Bow down at the feet of -Royalty-
El color es irrelevante
A mí
Es la belleza natural
Que es absolutamente
Deslumbrante e importante
A mí
Color is irrelevant
To me
It is the natural beauty
Which is absolutely
Dazzling and important
To me
Why limit oneself to a single colorWhen one can enjoy all the colors of the rainbow?Look up and gaze at the stars. The clouds are lowBut only two colors are breaking the door.
Natural prism in the atmospheregood fortune should come our wayjust follow the leprechaun to the endand find what they proclaim.
Sometimes you just need to stand in the rain,
Let the moon beams shine on your skin like starlight
Feel the water drip down the brim of your nose onto your lips
Breathe in the night air and petrichor
typewriters and rainbows and there isn’t any rain here now
poetry and books and your hand finding mine
on the drive home
street light shooting stars
Dreaming under the rainbow
Crash from the high
There’s a tear upon your face
But do you remember why you cried?
Dreaming under the rainbow
Where are you?
You promised that you’d stay with me,
Shall we continue searching for the end of the rainbow?
Or appreciate the majesty of the colored lines
The pot of gold might change your financial situation
But don't we learn more through difficult and arduous time?
I just stood there
Almost paralyzed by your beauty
Yet, Letting your hurtful words cut me so deep I started to bleed from my wrist
My blood was as red as her matte lipstick
How many nights will I spend here
Alone
With tears running down my cheeks
Facing a darkness that surrounds the light in my heart
Waiting to be free.
For how long will I continue to hide my emotions
Even though the sky weeps with us today, tomorrow shares the warmth of sunshine and friendship, healing our sorrows in the light of rainbows.
Looking at you
Is looking at the wrong side
of a rainbow
Seeing your backwards colors
from space
Watching a world in awe
of your wonder
I feel like an artist,
Desperately trying to blend,
My darkened soul,
Into the rainbow that was once,
My mind.
In a pocket of city commotion,
A paradoxical chasm
An alley people embrace
Rather than avoid.
Willingly, I am submerged,
you were a rainbow
so i too became one to please you
yet you cut me so deeply
i burst into a multitude of colour
yet to you
all i'll ever be is black and white
Our love is the colors of the rainbow;
So bright and bold
In the lull of the sky.
Our love is Orange:
Warm and welcoming.
Red is fear,
Flashing through your eyes as it grows near.
Orange is enthusiasm,
Delightfully returning the witts of sarcasm .
Yellow is happiness,
Do you truly understand what it means to be locked away?
You see all my life, I have been stuck without even realizing it
To you,
the struggling rainbow after each dark storm.
To you,
my gorgeous warrior,
my faithful sun.
Do not stop fighting,
but if you must,
do not let yourself be silenced.
As the wind blows and
The rain pounds on my window,
You hold me tight and don't let go.
I fall asleep in your arms,
Waiting for a rainbow
That I hope will come,
The one that you promised was just
A yellow twinkle in your eyes,
A smile in your beautiful, red heart.
A bright future full of clear hope,
A clear, blue sky to paint your talent.
A lavender purple to show your grace,
if you were a colour
what would you be?
blue? yellow? maybe even green?
you might be more of a warm colour
such as red, orange, or brown.
maybe even a cool colour
but dont be down
The clouds start moving in,
obscuring the midday sky.
They layer upon one another,
blocking out all available sunshine.
The wind picks up,
rushing through the trees.
Red, as my family's faces,
Orange, as a pumpkin pie in November,
Yellow, as the plates that were on the table,
Green, as the salad in Thanksgiving,
Blue, as how I felt after telling them,
Twinkle, twinkle little Star
How we wonder what you are...
All of Rainbow's colors, stolen, by the
Chameleon.
Camoflauged shades and undertones
Asking when the right time is
To move on forward,
To leave behind things unbroken,
People not forgotten,
Actions never betraying a regretful tone,
May not be so hard after all.
Red is for the blood of our brothers and sisters spilt
Orange is for the heightened awareness of global warming
Yellow is for the joy felt when our rights were awarded to us
Green is for growth of knowledge society
Red, the colour of your racing blood when you first meet her
Orange, the colour of the risk you're taking to be with her
Yellow, the colour of your joy when you're with her
The biggest moment of happiness
they had in their life was
when you were born
with new hopes and
enlightened their courtyard
with smiles and immense pleasure
you were the precious gift
Rainbows have so many colors like all the people in the world
rainbows are clean like soap which we appreciate
we should be like the rainbow because the rainbow is bright
the rainbow is wide and diffrent
The gun that was held in his hands killed many and wounded more.
His actions wounded those in the inclosed location as well as those across the nation.
I have never been so horrified of what lies behind someones closed eyes.
My heart bleeds pink for the sexuality that the news reporters shove back into the closet. My heart bleeds red for the lives lost. My heart bleeds orange for the hope that the families would heal.
Life without love is like the sun without the moon,
life without love is like a flower that'll never bloom.
Life without love is like a star that won't shine,
life without love is like a poem with no rhyme.
Even when it is rainy
or stormy
God says
"smile beautiful"
he says this
with a rainbow.
So many colors
more than what
you can see
more that what
The Color Rainbow-Stella D’Vine
We are all humans.
We are all colors.
We all form part of the color rainbow.
We should all be in different lines to form a rainbow instead of a mix in to create chaos.
If the whole world were to look up at the same cloud,
what would they see?
If I peered through stained glass,
do I still see the same cloud?
Do you see me as I see me?
Meek.
A forgotten baby birdfeathers greyfeet unstable
Stranded by the waterborn alonebarely breathing
Eye of God watchingopen wingsorphaned young
Black curtains take center stage
Throughout the midday sky
Storm clouds take a bow
Lightning flashes introduce my debut
While thunder roars like a drum roll
Making sure my presence will not be ignored
