Tags : colours

Never-Leaving Colours

Never-Leaving Colours

A Poem by Anna von Österreich


I collapsed into your unsuspecting warm embrace,you saw into my chest, and my heart had stopped beating.In a subconscious delirium, I wrote poetry of ..
I'm wandering by

I'm wandering by

A Poem by Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere


I was trying to daydream, but my mind kept wandering. Steven Wright
Gravity

Gravity

A Poem by Little Birdie


We drove slowly through the sunset of Serengeti.
A Kiss by Dusk

A Kiss by Dusk

A Poem by Vex Dumas


It's hard to describe. The words speak for themselves. Also found in my book: Wandering Wonderings of a Weary Walker
Wings

Wings

A Poem by Johanna


I´m not sure about this one.. so let me know if there was anything you´d add or change.
That tis a beautiful day

That tis a beautiful day

A Poem by hanselwheresgretel?


When the haze lifts and creation begins. Art is when perfect imagination is projected on the imperfections of existence.
Favortie Colors

Favortie Colors

A Story by Wubbly


the seasons of falling in love
Dancing leaves

Dancing leaves

A Poem by James Dwyer


Inspired by fall walks where the ground is covered with a blanket of golden leaves.
Colours

Colours

A Poem by heylel


Blue is the colour of both the sea and the sky, of soft sea foam washing across sandy beaches, of cloudless nights, of summer days spent..
Untitled

Untitled

A Poem by Skylah Ginette


These men were mountains, But now they are changing colours, Shifting faces, different places In the rain.
What is Art?

What is Art?

A Poem by Blackheart


What is art? Is it when you pick up the brush and smear all your creativity on the canvas? Is it when you play with colours as you try to reprod..
Would it be right?

Would it be right?

A Poem by Umama Afzal


If I steal colours off the walls, and the flowers, and everything else that you touched, whether tangible or not, in the process of touching my l..
Mixes

Mixes

A Story by Georgina V Solly


Everything is a mix or a mix up.
Coloured Windows

Coloured Windows

A Story by Georgina V Solly


How someone's taste in decoration can be another person's ruin.
I used to say I hated orange

I used to say I hated orange

A Chapter by Lyn Anderson


don't knock it till you try it
The Room Where It Dreamed

The Room Where It Dreamed

A Poem by Anna von Österreich


I was toldhow when I was youngthere was a roomwhere the light came in.Out there in the halls of my own house,sat ivory walls strewn in golden sun-glow..
Neon Youth

Neon Youth

A Poem by maybaby


Just an informal poem about youth.
we

we

A Chapter by Lyn Anderson


truly one of my favourites of all time - simple as it is.