21.11.19 @ 7:41pm. I tend to write poems to people who mean the most to me on their birthdays. This was one i had worked weeks on for my friend named Kendra, who had been nicknamed by us all as "Rainbow". I have chosen not to modify or update this piece as it is one of my first detailed pieces i had spent so much time on, so i apologise in advance if the writing style is not the same as previous works.
red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet
The heated little fiery flares that dance in greeting through the air
and the bold deep flame that hides more secrets
are almost like the kids who want to keep its
colour in their pocket
but it brings out her bravery;
a place of where her past hides she grew that bravery
she made idiots cry and
made herself who she is through the life she lives
and to teach those kids that there's more to her than just it
that there's bravery in following your heart:
that's what she is,
the deep red that burns within.
The amber that shines in morning meadows and covers the earth like a carpet
brings us a feeling of light and warmth on even the coldest of days
she hugs the earth from worst to best
and makes sure we're all okay
for that of the orange of such a kind
gives me a feeling i welcome
because i've never met someone who hugs your heart just so;
no, i've never understood how she did it,
but the warmth that comes from her
is that from the warmth of her heart and her smile
yes, the fire-like colour of her,
of that i call art.
The yellow that follows, one of the bright sunshine and one of the prettiest stars
one of the finest colours that creates gold masterpieces worth millions
a colour of such emotion of the days when you truly shine
like the gold that created you inside
may those days continue to be as bright as the light i see in you all the time
you're that of the lighthouse, and that of a beacon of hope
the Gold that brings such a high importance to many;
the many that want to take away your light
but they can't because you're more than just that:
you're more than a colour
you're more than a scrap of gold looked upon;
to be used and to be built and broken
time and time again
no, your heartwarming smiles
are what's worth it. that of true beauty which many would pay for
you hold it. you became it.
that of the colour of worth.
No, not envy, green is not that bad, no colour could be so unjustified as that of the
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