Poems

green

Green is a glow

Gray grass green

Gray was the world

And then came green.

I say her face was white

White and motionless

White was her lips

Trembling in snow

A white of not purity

But of blankness

She wiped out the world white

Then wore black framed glasses

To view

Something new

Yellow was her image

Not a bright sunset yellow

Silhouetting every fellow

Not of gold

That looks good old

A yellow dirty color

Without beauty

Yellow is the worst color

But nevertheless adds to others' beauty

Nothing compliments and brings out a color more

Than yellow

In her presence all girls shone

Prettier and kind

Giving a new wind.

Her personality was blue

Not a deep rich ocean blue

Not the sky that the birds call home

Not the color we make of dew

In deep blue she would roam

Happiness was a mystery to her

Something that seemed impossible for her to grasp

Blue were the days in which she lived.

Then I saw her

And I didn't want to ignore

The beauty she imprisoned

Never allowing to shine through

Hidden in black

A dark black

But then I tried to give her green

Nothing like green

A green that refreshes the soul

And makes the mind think anew

A paradise green

But she would not accept.

Scarlet was her rage

Red her fury

She didn't want to ignore

The mistakes that had passed

Red rude rage.

Orange when she cried

The scarlet started to turn

Orange her eyes shining through the black

I gave green again

Hoping she would accept

And seeing no choice she did

No other way.

Green did shine through and pink did she reflect

A fresh rose blooming

The cherry blossom welcoming spring

Her petal-like lips

Her lotus shaped eyes

A pink flower she imitated

A pink love blooming in my heart

She was pink

I was green

My green was hers'

And now her pink was mine.

Purple is dark

Purple is powerful

Purple swallows joy

But leaves a death sweeter than black

I see her still

Looking down I see

Orange tears once more

A vulnerable soul

And now she fades back to

Scarlet, blue, yellow, black, white

My green had refreshed her once

But she never accepted it.

                                                                          -milo