If she would be a colour,
She would be violet.
Her sweet innocence
Making me sweat.
What if I do something wrong?
Then she would be gone.
My pure little violet,
Had not enough time with her yet.
Oh my violent being!
She would be fleeing.
A horrifying threat!
Would loose my violet.
How painful that would be!
Would be crying on my knee,
My face overall wet,
Missing the violet.
So a violent violet it must be
Her eyes constantly lit up with glee.
My temper mixed with innocence
Would turn into some wildly lilac sense.
A sense I try to keep forever
A colour I want to miss never
My vision now painted fully lilac
Oh, how I wished I'd fought to get her back.
- Ann
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So, here's a poem including the colour violet because someone had wished for it ;)
I'd also like to make a few experiments including some of your ideas. So, if you want you can write me a line or a word and I'll write a poem including the line or the word somehow. I think, it'd be fun to see where this would lead to! Don't be shy and suggest something if you want, there's no right or wrong :)
- Ann
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Slow Dancing (Poetry)
RandomSlow dancing makes me see, What I want to express through poetry. - Ann ------------------ This is my poetry collection in which I show you some of my poems. Some are also included in my novels, others aren't. Feel free to explore this creative spa...
