Colours

Blue but grey the rain-filled sky
Blue the salty tear-filled eye
 
Red the slow and sluggish blood
Drowning in its trickling flood
 
White the snows that daily start
Like the frozen icy heart
 
Black the empty silent night
Black the dreams that give such fright
 
Orange the sun’s weak winter shine
Like life’s cheap and bitter wine
 
Silver the light we finally meet
The light I cannot wait to greet
 
Grey the leaden pencil gloom
Scribbling alone here in this room
 
No colour can describe the pain
Knowing tomorrow it starts again
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About tonyjayg

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7 Responses to Colours

  1. Heather says:

    Would be good if you could get your poems published. Some of them are really very good

  2. tonyjayg says:

    I’ve entered three into the national poetry competition. Wish me luck, I could do with the prize money. Though looking at past winners, I’m not sure they like poetry that rhymes these days. Flowery prose and anything vaguely impenetrable seems more the thing.

  3. Me says:

    I agree with Heather. I think we need to “think outside the box” on how to go about exposing your writing. hmmmm … thinking.

  4. Heather says:

    How about your local library? Some libraries are very helpful in giving you wall space to have a small exhibition. Perhaps pubs too? If you put some in clipper frames or large Ikea frames?

  5. MM says:

    very poetic 🙂

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