Two different poems exploring colours as #metaphors.
What colours have you been at different stages of your life?
What does a colour do to you and how does each one make you feel?
Who decided Blue was Red anyway!?
Photo by Robert Katzki on Unsplash
Colours I’ve been
The world is white
when I am one
A blinding light
A life begun
The world is green
when I am three
A bud to leaf
a leaf to tree
The world is yellow
when I am eight
A bumblebee
No time to wait
The world is red
when I’m thirteen
A dare, first love
A beating dream
The world is black
when I’m eighteen
Power, strength
New cool, new scene
The world is purple
I’m twenty two
Adored, a prince
The royal you
The world is pink
I’m twenty three
Cherry blossom
Proud to be
The world is orange
I’m Thirty three
Horizons spread
in front of me
The world is blue
I’m forty four
A lapping wave
on a gentle shore
The world’s a wheel
I’m forty nine
A rainbow life
that I’ve made mine
A prism split
I’m young, I’m old
I’m past, I’m present
I’m green, I’m gold
The world awaits
a me unseen
Colours I am
Colours I’ve been
Dreambeast
If you have a dream
That won’t go away
That gnaws at your toes
With each waking day
That sings beneath notes
And swirls between stars
From lines in great books
It thrashes and gnarls
That paints your hope pink
Your force solid black
Makes wishes sky blue
And snatches fate back
From cinema screens
It leaps along light
And twists your insides
And stalks you at night
Then give it attention
Tame that wild dream
It’s there for a reason
Yet to be seen
A beast of the future
Only you own
Don't let it escape
Into the unknown
Train it with care
And boost its esteem
Spotlight it yellow
So it can be seen
Or dreams can turn crimson
erupt into flame
then vanish to ashes
and embers of blame
The beast doesn’t die
Just fades and goes cold
A grey, solemn dream
Burning out, growing old
So feed it with strength
Believe that it’s real
Nurture with love
And trust how it feels
Fight the dream-bruisers
Wish-batterers too
And splatterers of hope
Who'll be waiting for you
Let clouds line with silver
Find your pot of gold
Paint your own rainbow
Don’t be what you’re told
Feel the roar rumble
Hear every shout
It’s your beast of a dream
Just dying to get out
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