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Mon Oct 09, 2006 1:06 pm
deleted says...

My Blue Crayon committed suicide

An ocean away from loneliness,
I share in the plight of failure,
I use my blue crayon to speak of solitude.

Choose your crayon, make up a title, and write a quickie poem about it! I got this idea when I read Snoinks post about color syllables. It was not what I expected. I guess a was looking for color metaphors.

The first sentence is the definition as I apply it to the color. The second sentence is a bit of backround as to why, the third is the word I chose for the color, and the tilte is a creative summation.


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Mon Oct 09, 2006 2:17 pm
Ohio Impromptu says...

My white crayon is an art critic,
but it doesn't know what it likes.
Maybe if it has studied psychology
it's self-analysis would show us,
but in the box of crayons it gives two thumbs down to everything.
"It's all too colourful," the reviews say.

I really wish the poet in me hadn't died and left me to do this alone.
Gone, gone from New York City,
where you gonna go with a head that empty?
Gone, gone from New York City,
where you gonna go with a heart that gone?

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Wed Oct 11, 2006 4:14 am
aeroman says...

My Yellow Crayon is a Joy to All!

A happy ray of sunshine,
I bask in its warmth each day,
It brings joy to those who have none.
They haven't invented the missile that can kill an ideal.

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Wed Oct 11, 2006 5:55 am
Jiggity says...


Yellow is mine!! See the Avatar people!! This is an outrage.
Mah name is jiggleh. And I like to jiggle.

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Wed Oct 11, 2006 6:13 am
PointDexter says...

use the crayon of piss...

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Wed Oct 11, 2006 4:46 pm
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NO one is allowed to call dibs on crayons....

I chose blue, if anyone else wants to do blue, and put me to shame with your metaphoric proweness, which probably WILL be superior to mine, then by all means, do blue.

Same goes for yellow. or pink. or chartuse. or.... well you get the idea

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Thu Oct 12, 2006 1:47 am
pandoraswritings says...

The Black crayon is an outcast.

Shunned by those he once shared a box with,
Claims from others he isn't a "real" color,
Away from others he stays,
But he is happy yet.


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Sun Oct 22, 2006 5:44 am
bubblewrapped says...

Green Shores of Home

green is of meadows and
open ground, of endless horizons;
green length and breadth,
shadow and depth -
the green crayon is a sea in sunshine,
all peace and quietude.
Got a poem or short story you want me to critique?

There is only one success: to be able to spend your life in your own way, and not to give others absurd maddening claims upon it. (C D Morley)

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Thu Dec 16, 2010 12:49 am
Eniarrol says...

Okay I am the first person to post in like four years scary? Yes, I hope you like it

Red Anger

Red is of fiery hells
Etirnity of anger welled up inside Okay I know its not spelled right
Of red I scribble my hopeless rants

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Fri Dec 31, 2010 8:35 pm
Skorpionne says...

The unknown crayon is overwhelmed,
Too smudged with other colours,
Too lost in the stifling crowd.
Changing to please others,
And forgetting the true self.
Sometimes green, or blue.
Changing to gain favour,
Yet never truly gaining it.

The unknown crayon is the false friend.

(Okay, I know strictly speaking it's personification, not metaphors.)
I've learned so much from people who never existed - Unknown

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Mon Jan 03, 2011 10:17 pm
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ultraviolet says...

The brown crayon feels nothing.

The brown crayon is empty
For it is dreary and plain
No one loves the color of dirt
"Blah blah blah. You feel trapped in your life. Here is what I am hearing: happiness isn't worth any inconvenience."

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Sun Dec 25, 2011 11:08 pm
BlueAfrica says...

Like a crayon scribbling on a crisp white sky
or writing dreams across the ocean, space and time
all done up as one gift on Christmas morning,
my lips press secrets into a man's smooth skin
in the light of dawn and the star-strewn night
and receive too secrets shared from his.

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Thu Jan 26, 2012 12:39 pm
creativelyyours says...

Violet Hope

The violet crayon stands tall and sharp in its corner,
for hardly anyone to see.
Too stuck to dig out, so it goes overlooked,
But it sees its potential.
What a queen it could be.
~God is Love. Love like God.~

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