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Purple

Contributed by brokensoul on Tuesday, 26th April 2005 @ 04:23:33 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



The color purple runs so deep,
the sound of s hurt childs weep.
Its the smell of blueberries on a warm summers day,
the heat of a vibrant sun ray.
The feeling of a silky bed sheet,
the sound of a woman grieving as her hope begins to retreat.
Its a wet tear sliding down your cheek,
a young girl who is abused, she feels so weak.
The sound of a 16 year old girl screaming inside,
mourning the loss of a love who died.
The man who marvels at his reflection in vein,
my tears which run down like acid rain.
The sweet smell of victory when vengance is won,
and then to find out your freedom is done.
The beauty of a sunset,
waiting to be upset.
The color when your best friend lies,
The feeling when a loves one dies.
The feeling of being in pain,
knowing your going insane.




Copyright © brokensoul ... [ 2005-04-26 16:23:33]
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Re: Purple (User Rating: 1 )
by mina-1 on Tuesday, 26th April 2005 @ 11:17:19 PM AEST
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A nice colourful write. An interesting and enjoyable poem. Thanks for sharing it. Well done.
Hugs,
~sue~


Re: Purple (User Rating: 1 )
by Channing on Wednesday, 28th September 2005 @ 01:48:48 AM AEST
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Very good poem, but it seems you repeat yourself too much at times (could just be me) but it is good nonetheless.


Re: Purple (User Rating: 1 )
by miss_jules on Wednesday, 5th October 2005 @ 07:15:43 AM AEST
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An artist named Franz Marc once described purple as "the ultimate sadness." I like this poem, and in some ways the repetition of themes (like a loved one dying, or tears) is effective, but also a little unneccessary. Great job, keep writing. :)




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