Question

My poems

Answer 1

The color of strawberries at harvest time
The pigment of roses blooming after winter frost
Lights lighting up a city at night
Reminds you of your friends tail lights so you won't get lost

The color of the sunset and my favorite fruit
And my dad's favorite tie
Pumpkins, flowers, clothes galore
And it is not one of the colors for Fourth Of July

The sun on a bright summer day
And it reminds me of a girl who's a bit shy
It always seems happy, oh so bright
It's great color, yet no one can have it in their eye

Freshly cut grass during summer time
Full of jealousy and envy
And like a four leaf clover on St. Patty's day
At times it can be bright and friendly

Ocean waves crashing into rocks
Beautiful bright sky on a cloudless day
Oh so sad sometimes
And the little violets wrapped around my archway

Royal silk wrapped around crown jewels
And the color of my birth stone
It's a color not worthy for someone who works around mules
A popular color for girls I must say

Answer 2

At the station I quietly wait,
I see the crowded track and mutter, "Oh this ride shall be great."
My feet began to walk as the train pulls up,
I get on and the train speeds up.
I almost fall and it goes swift,
My hand reaches for the pole as my mind is a drift.

Voices chattering as I slip away,
Then I am rudely brought back to the day.
The train slams to a stop,
And a seat opens up, and that is where I plop.
I get a window seat and I am glad,
The person beside me was a man in plaid.

I continue to look out the window at the falling leaves,
And all of the people in long sleeves.
People chatter, people sleep,
But not one minute goes without a peep.
People snore, babies babble,
And we pass the tattoo parlor that looks like a castle.

I get off the next stop,
Passing a local cop.
The flowers line the trail,
As I try to walk, but I fail.
I trip right on my face,
And that's not the worse of the case.

Answer 3

Crunchy leaves under my feet,
Spider webs on a public bench seat.
Trees almost bare,
No more leaves to spare.
Scarves and jackets hanging everywhere,
And leaves are blowing through the air.

Pumpkin pie and coffee,
And a hint of toffee.
Wet leaves in the raining days,
All around the corn maze.
Cinnamon and apples,
The scents all going through the air as the bells ring on the chapels.

Children playing in the leaves,
And the mother heavy breathes.
Coffee brews at the nearby cafe,
And there meows the local stray.
And my pen scratches the paper,
As there goes another skater.

Answer 4

Ah, another fellow poet, nice to see the additions to the writing section continue :)

Answer 5

@Shadow Yeah, I like to post them on here as well as some other sites so other people can see them

Answer 6

The sky is falling,
I can hear a voice calling.
"They're waiting, they're waiting," They call to me,
I try to look, but it is all black and I cannot see.
Then I fall into a rainbow tunnel,
And it move down like a funnel.
This is all a dream,
But that isn't the way it seems.
It seems so real,
The air and everything I can feel.

I pop out of the tunnel and I'm greater by various animals,
So I reach out fearfully and see if they are tangible.
They are and I find out quiet,
The tiger bites my hand and I grab a stick.
My hand begins to bleed but it doesn't look normal,
My blood and hands look colored and abnormal.
My hands are blurry and so are my knees,
And I suddenly feel a strong breeze.

I call into shock as I'm carried away,
And then I'm dropped into a pond and it makes a loud spray.
The water begins to raise up, running from me,
And this is when I begin to see.
I wake up in a sweat,
Like soaked and sweaty, my shirt a bit wet.
It seemed like a dream until I saw my mum,
And she's colored different colors as she says eats her plum.

Answer 7

Eyes are like oceans
You can drown in them for hours
Memorizing the colors and speckled
Or how the specks look like petals on flowers

Eye are like oceans
You can get lost in them like you can at sea
Instead of dying you fall in love
But falling in love may cost a fee

This fee isn't so simple
Not like 25 cents for an overdue book
It can cost heartbreak, jealously, or sadness
It's so irresistible and it catches you with its hook

Answer 8

These are so deep I love them you are so great at writing poetry. :)

Answer 9

@Mal87 Thank you so much!