Purple

Color poem written for English. Don't know how good it is or how well it actually reflects me so... Yeah, but any comments you have to make it better are appreciated.

Purple is changing

Never the same as right now

Volatile as storm clouds on a summer’s day

But more resilient than lone lilac in a wintery field

Purple is poison in a witch’s glass

Misguided into a beloved king’s wine

 

Purple is over analytical, yet searching for simplicity

Never satisfied, but always working

Trying for impossible heights

Looking and looking and looking

For anything that’s true

Thrown in a world of falsity and lies

 

Purple just wants to be different

But ends up just the same

Almost pink in happiness

Almost black in despair

Purple is always almost

But never all the way there

 

Purple is not the life of the party

Yet not the one in the corner

Knows how to have fun but also when to hold the horse’s reigns

Never without friends but none would I call mine

Distant as mountains on a horizon

But closer than most realize

Purple is sunset on a blood splattered field

Silky velvet of a child’s favorite bear,

Who is much too old to play with

Beautiful at distance, yet grotesque close up

Self-serving and deceptive

 

Purple is an inch of ice on a bottomless lake

Filled with exotic aquatic life

That no one will ever find

The silhouette of a silent lone wolf

Against the moon filled night

 

I hate purple and purple hates me

Twined together by an intricate spiders web

We’ll continue our dance for the rest of my life

Filled with desire, a lust

For something else

Something endless

Something real

Though deep down we both know

That it never was and never will

Be ours to hold alone

Reviews

[Poetic Tuesday]

This is absolutely amazing.