Yellow
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The rose of yellowis a quite dashing fellowwearing a golden velvet tux
his morning hellosounding majestically cellosinging he loves you much
I walked outside, thinking that everything was gonna be alright.
My eyes filled with pride, helping me through this joyride.
The trees are red, mixed with tints of orange and yellow.
u use a bright pen that is last to be
picked in the packet. may u speak ur true
feelings on paper and pray. she can’t see
where ur love starts and ends. but she has to.
The yellow man under the drawbridge saw that I was lost so
He asked me for my phone number today
For the third day in a row
But I said no because it wasn’t the fifth.
I feel like an artist,
Desperately trying to blend,
My darkened soul,
Into the rainbow that was once,
My mind.
I want to paint all my walls
yellow.
So when I wake up,
I wake to the color of you.
The color that holds every sunset,
every warm smile,
all those kisses on the beach.
My identity came with those around me because the ink cartridges on my skin weren’t enough
I am not black like the other black boys and girls
Their pedals burst the color of rejoicement
And lighten any room.
Anyone would be excited
To watch even a dozen bloom.
High, tall, and proud
Darling sunflowers grow.
You have many uses
she came into my life
the most electric lightning bolt
nothing delicate like
a squash blossom or
an english daisy
do you feel that
On this day I wore red
A color so beautiful and bold
I did it to be ahead
And hopefully it will have him sold
He, however, wore blue
Lazily humming, bumbling from flower to flower.
A little here, a little there,
Helpful little worker bees
Collecting nectar for the hive.
Tiny fuzzy bodies landing gently on soft petals
I realized, as the world before me was bathed in yellow and orange sunlight,
that I have been cold.
It is warm and homey and yet, I am cold. In my bones there's a sickening chill,
Yellow drips from the sky caressing my ace
I can taste its warmth on my tongue
It comes in many forms
A surprise Embrace
Strokes through soft locks
"It's a disguisting color!"
Well, mam, I beg your pardon.
But that color I just mentioned-
Happens to be my favorite.
"It keeps you awake."
Can't deny that one,
But that's the fun,
You're still pretty in the rain like sunflowers in the field
Even when your petals droop, yellow you are still
I am greed, want.She is need, lack.
I am anger and frustration.She is hope, tenacity.
She is yellowamidst the grey that I'm become.
But I am success, money.And she is poverty, dust.
all write on the living
and not much of the dead
on a garden of fully grown
big, gigantic and enormous trees
trees of full green leaves
are what is written about
As we drift west 'neath cotton wisps and buttes,
Cerulean and pearly white combine
To mock at spinach-green and call it mute,
And point it to the highway's yellow line.
little girl playing in rain puddles
herding fussy ducklings under rainy sky
raincoat swish-swish
wellies squeak and slurp
hungry beasts
gold hair, bright eyes
clueless and naive.
Yellow is using her for a pillow. Yellow is when she runs her hands though your hair. Yellow is the color of the flowers that surround the two of you. Yellow is the sound of the wind whistling through the empty field you find yourself in.
I was made like this;
created by a higher power, who took much of her or his time
to make sure she or he got all of this right.
How do you make sense of an upside down chair
when the sky sees the surface that belongs to the eyes of the earth
put it right side up again and then finally it is useable
yellow chairs bowing to the trees
There is a certain
Kind of feeling which cannot be
Explained—
Like the feeling when it rains, or
When someone you love
Dies—one which goes
Beyond words, beyond expression.
Feelings which can
Little girl, dressed in white
Sleeping in her room so tight
Unaware of what is wrong
As the world moves forward on
Until one day, a dorr gaped wide
Where walls before had stood with pride.
There once was a blonde girl whose color came from a bottle,
She was quite scrawny like the body of a model,
She'd never say that or admit to it all,
But it was true- her size was not fair at all.
Green is the color of envy
Red is the color of love
Blue is the color of freedom
While yellow is the color of fun
Black is an evil color
White is always good
Grey is the color in between
Why, my daisy,
Do your petals droop?
Fading, falling to the ground?
And why, my daisy,
Do you bow down to the wind
When gusts growl and roar with rage?
yellow was the color of innocence
the color of our freshman year
it was the shade of the v-neck you bought at forever 21, on our trip to the mall
yellow, the color of the cheesecake we shared for mary’s birthday
Yellow is the sun
Shining bright and true.
Yellow is the color
That makes up a palette brew.
Yellow can be hot
Like the sun shining bright.
Yellow can be cool
Like the lights I see at night.
