I can taste the color purple

Gasps! You have synestesia? Or is this poem coincidental?

I love this in every single way! No nitpicks, only positive comments from me! Keep on writing, you have a talent!

~Lindsay
"There is no honorable way to kill, no peaceful way to destroy. There is nothing good in war. Except its ending." -Abraham Lincoln

Hey there!
I like it.
Your descriptions are clear, and I felt as if I were in your place.
Your theme was likeable. )

Keep writing! I'll be reading more of your works.
Kudos to this great job done!

-KAT <3

I agree with all the above posts which say that the poem is "choppy" and could benefit from a bit of punctuating, but I really like what you're trying to do with it. The first part, the one with couplets, seems to be describing an experience where this color purple transcends the realms of mere color and becomes alive:

"I can taste the color purple trickling down the back of my throat
And feel the unraveling scent of a used bar of soap"

"I hear the way your hair curls as it twirls around my finger
And smell the warmth of your laughter as it dances in my eyes"

The second stanza is a little disconcerting for two reasons. First, you move away from the first image, which the reader is inclined to feel is important since it directly related to the title, and second, it brings in a different character: "you" which is only referenced one other time in the poem.

"People call me foolish or dillusional for describing what isn’t there
When all you have to do is open your eyes as if light were penetrating them for the first time"

I almost feel as if you can end the poem right there, or that this should be moved towards the end of the poem as you build towards a conclusion, and have more images and examples preceding the third couplet.

Then the poem shifts form,Based on the first stanza, it felt a little like I was reading a different poem altogether:

"Smell sweet roses
Wrap yourself up in a simple embrace
Hear the birds chirping in the morning
Taste the cool snowflake on the tip of your tongue"

You return to more imagery. The only suggestion I'd make here is that the imagery lacks a focus, and that unity becomes clear in the last stanza but it distances itself from the title, based on that I would suggest either you tighten and unify the poem or make a title change, maybe both.

"Learn to appreciate the little things in life
Live like there is no tomorrow
Explore every experience there is with all your senses
For no sense and experience is mutually exclusive
Paint your rainbows in the sky"

I do like the third and fourth lines, because they're true and put in a way that's not often said, the same cannot be said for the other three lines: avoid cliche

You can taste the color purple

This tag-on seems like you realized you may have lost track of the core-imagery, like what you described in the first couplet, and so in an attempt to bring it back, you just sort of tagged it on.

I like what you're trying to do, and like your message which seems to be basically that a color can be tasted, touched, seen, heard, smelt, sensed with the mind, a sort of call to embrace and feel the enormous intrinsic simple beauty of the world through out senses.

As I said before: This needs to be tightened.

The Modernist

Hey there. This poem was...... interesting. I as well got a bit lost, and found it hard to understand this. This is perhaps just me though, so I don't know. I actually got lost after the first two lines, after that, I didn't seem to get it till the last two stanzas. Other then that, and what the others have said, nice work.

A poem of greatness or what may have you. Nice, Great, Excellent and what not. Only I can say, try to check every spelling of the word for it makes your poem too odd to read at.

beccalicious94 wrote:I can taste the color purple trickling down the back of my throat
And feel the unraveling scent of a used bar of soap

I hear the way your hair curls as it twirls around my finger
And smell the warmth of your laughter as it dances in my eyes

People call me foolish or dillusional for describing what isn’t there
When all you have to do is open your eyes as if light were penetrating them for the first time

Smell sweet roses
Wrap yourself up in a simple embrace
Hear the birds chirping in the morning
Taste the cool snowflake on the tip of your tongue

Learn to appreciate the little things in life
Live like there is no tomorrow
Explore every experience there is with all your senses
For no sense and experience is mutually exclusive
Paint your rainbows in the sky

You can taste the color purple

Hi, beccalicious! Some of the images here are good, but you have some major issues that need to be addressed immediately to strengthen your basic writing skills. First, punctuation. Use it. There's absolutely none of it here, and that really destroys the flow. Think of it this way--punctuation tells the reader when to pause, and if there's no punctuation, then ostensibly this whole piece is meant to be read in a single breath. I doubt you want it that way. Secondly, the length of your lines. Honestly some of these lines are so long that it feels like prose smashed into lines of verse, particularly this stanza:

People call me foolish or dillusional for describing what isn’t there
When all you have to do is open your eyes as if light were penetrating them for the first time

Learn to appreciate the little things in life
Live like there is no tomorrow
Explore every experience there is with all your senses

I hear the way your hair curls as it twirls around my finger

You can taste the color purple

I can taste the color purple trickling down the back of my throat
And feel the unraveling scent of a used bar of soap

I hear the way your hair curls as it twirls around my finger
And smell the warmth of your laughter as it dances in my eyes

People call me foolish or dillusional delusional for describing what isn’t there
When all you have to do is open your eyes as if light were penetrating them for the first time

Smell sweet roses #FF0000 ">---> Should have some kind of punctuation
Wrap yourself up in a simple embrace
Hear the birds chirping in the morning
Taste the cool snowflake on the tip of your tongue

Learn to appreciate the little things in life
Live like there is no tomorrow
Explore every experience there is with all your senses
For no sense and experience is mutually exclusive
Paint your rainbows in the sky

You can taste the color purple

Hi,
I really enjoyed this poem. The imagery used it very detailed.
The one criticism i have is that i think this poem would work better if the poem had rhyming stanzas and lines. I just feel the flow would be more smooth, but hey - it's your poem.
Hope this helps and if you want me to review any other pieces I will.

this was a very choppy poem, and i thought it should have had a little more flow to it. I liked the idea behind it though, and maybe if you had changed your word choice, and fluxuated the lines a little bit more, it would be an excellent poem.
you also sound a little repetative in a couple places, but that could be easily fixed with one simple word change. Good idea for a poem though!!!

Hiya Beccalicious. Looks like I'll be your critique person tonight. I found a little nit pick.

beccalicious94 wrote:People call me foolish or #FF0000 ">delusional for describing what isn’t there
When all you have to do is open your eyes as if light were penetrating them for the first time