Billy Loving

Colors - Poem by Billy Loving

White, the clouds up above
As pure as the wings of a dove
Red, the color of the rose
Blood from the wind as it flows
Green, the color of the trees on the mountain
Moss in the fountain
Blue, the color of the sky
As I sit and watch the time pass by
Black, the darkness of the night
A star that fills my sight
Yellow, the buttercup in the ground
As I lie and look around
Purple, the mums in the pot
As I search for what I've got
Brown, the dirt in my hands
Shifting of the sands
Orange, the fruit from the tree
It's deliciousness so pleasing to me
Gray, the final color I see
Laptop waiting for me

Topic(s) of this poem: color

Form: Couplet

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 6, 2015

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