The Orange of Space
Orange is a figure
which grasps my eyes,
Orange is a color
that jumps and
spins. Orange is
a thing that's
not a bit shy,
it speaks right
out loud,
it stands by itself,
in the world of
colors, the world
where we see,
every hue of every color,
this is the color,
that I chose for me.
The Foam of the Stars
The foam of the stars,
the clouds of the sea,
the color of white,
and blue and green,
with delectable softness
they sparkle at me.
I love to wink back,
and ask them please,
to bring back my wish,
and to keep winking at me.
Explosions of Creativity
Colors are like fireworks,
bursting in my eyes,
leaving sparkles on my face,
making my heart sing,
smiling at me with delight,
like flowers of the sky.
Orange is a figure
which grasps my eyes,
Orange is a color
that jumps and
spins. Orange is
a thing that's
not a bit shy,
it speaks right
out loud,
it stands by itself,
in the world of
colors, the world
where we see,
every hue of every color,
this is the color,
that I chose for me.
The Foam of the Stars
The foam of the stars,
the clouds of the sea,
the color of white,
and blue and green,
with delectable softness
they sparkle at me.
I love to wink back,
and ask them please,
to bring back my wish,
and to keep winking at me.
Explosions of Creativity
Colors are like fireworks,
bursting in my eyes,
leaving sparkles on my face,
making my heart sing,
smiling at me with delight,
like flowers of the sky.
2 comments:
WOW! Awesome poems! You have a budding writer there! That is so great! Loved them all!
Her creativity is astounding! Way to go Hannah!
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