The Colours

by geheim717

Published June 14, 2011

And the trees
I envy them;
How they stand tall and proud
while their summery world dies around them;
in burning shades of red, fiery oranges
and glowing yellows.
I run through their peaceful rain
and crackle through their bones
that lay rested as piles of leaves on the ground.
I want to eat them -
stuff their vibrant colours into my mouth
and hold their sorrowful song forever in my heart.
I want to shed my sins
like the trees do.
I want to hold their colours
forever in my heart.

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Rubz
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Rubz wrote a review Review · Jul 3, 2011

This poem was full of imagery I could see every scene you painted with your words! I personally don't like to read my work over because I keep changing it, but it does help catch silly mistakes sometimes ;) You wrote friery I'm pretty sure you meant fiery. Other than that its wonderful!

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Deanie
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Deanie wrote a review Review · Jul 3, 2011

Wow, a very beautifully written poem. I really like it and I couldn't find a single thing wrong with it. My favourite parts are:

geheim717 wrote:I run through their peaceful rain and crackle through their bones
that lay rested as piles of leaves on the ground.
I want to eat them -stuff their vibrant colours into my mouth and hold their sorrowful song forever in my heart.
I want to shed my sins like the trees do.


Beautifully written and beautiful imagery

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AlmondEyes
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AlmondEyes commented Comment · Jun 14, 2011

your poem was powerful and thoughtful, so keep writing.

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MamaLama95
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MamaLama95 wrote a review Review · Jun 14, 2011

Powerful, definitely thoughtful and a lot of interesting and compelling imagery. I don't think 'summery' is a word, but I could be very wrong, so I apologize if that's the case. Nice and simple, and good use of punctuation - something you don't see often in poems nowadays. Congratulations on some great work.

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Silverdragon150
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Silverdragon150 commented Comment · Jun 14, 2011

I have to say, this is a nice, simple poem. I especially like how you use figurative language to make the trees seem like living beings. I believe that you have a good title for this, and lots of good description. Keep writing!



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