Flashing colors

spinning new

colors of dew

beginning blue

flying tears

dying near

touching night

illuminating

my obscurity

jumbled, muddled

upended sadness

splintered cries

dripping eyes

teardrops flowering

where I bloom

midst of doom

red stains

out to sea

leaving me

staircase down

wan and drawn

faded, bleached

color gone.

Hues of the most beautiful and clear water have crept, leapt, fallen, trickled and streamed from my eyes. A translucent liquid blue comes up from the deepest coolest spring where peace and resolve lie. It gives the turquoise to me when I need to see that I can survive and that I will be washed clean of whatever pain needed to be washed away. This chunky natural stone’s color also brings with it happy tears. The ones of life that are uplifting and blissful. When turquoise shows itself again for those moments it is also a bath of sorts. It is just like a child in the tub with bubbles and toys surrounded and buoyed by the water.

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the color of my tears

is the shade of purple

mixing the fire

of hate and regret

with the blue ice

that froze my soul

these colors stand against each other

fighting for my attention every day

each showing

the strength

to overpower me

they mix and blend

until they shift

into a different state of matter

their atoms and particles

altering my existence

until they make me shed

the sweet purple tears

A perfect blend of love and hate

of the heat from a lover

that leads to a scorched love

fighting with the cold

from a storm that passed

leaving the ice at the bottom of my soul

my tears both smoldering

and freezing

creating the purple bliss of sorrow

tears falling down the pink cheeks

dripping down my dark state

and landing on my once crimson heart

Now only in the shade

of a purple mess

waiting for the white color of hope

a shade that would match

the love that was on its way

the kindness coming

through the fog that blinds me

the tears I shed will always be a shade of purple...

but not all of the tears come from sadness

My tears bleed pink –

the color of ribbons

tied to the ends of Her braided hair

an unworn cotton dress,

the nursery we can’t walk into –

those rosy walls, a mockery.

Pink: a cold bundle of skin,

where tears run warm,

like a delicate hand

wrapped around my finger:

the heart that stole my heart

then buried it

six feet under the ground.

I placed a part my soul

Inside satin lining,

Where we laid

Our dreams to dirt,

And I watched it

sinking lower and lower,

As the sunset died,

Slowly, agonizing,

In brilliant shades of pink.

 

Why are you asking for

these iridescent spheres

that have rolled down my cheek?

Is it our joy you wish to

collect... for a trophy

on a choker strung tight

'round another lover's 

arched and readied neck...?

Will you spear my lustre

and wear our very pain 

like a stud through your ear 

to show the indifference...

that you now long to feel?

It is you... in all of 

Life's opalescent scenes

reflected in these tears.

#ColorYouWouldGiveTheTearsYouHaveShed #Challenge 

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Tears of laughter crystal clear

Light brown tears for when I fear

Orange and red tears when I'm mad

Indigo blue tears when I'm sad

Fading pink tears turn from blue

When I am truly missing you

When I feel compassion call

Golden silver tears will fall

Many reasons for to cry

Reflected in the rainbow sky

The tears I cry are the color black.

The color of anger, the blur is dim.

My heart is blackened, my tears are grim.

I cry from anger, not from fear.

It requires a lot of hate for my tears to appear.

It doesn't happen often, but when it does,

my tears are blackened, like the night sky above.

Dark angry trails run down my cheeks.

They soil my pained face, I look like a freak.

Black so inglorious, black so unclean.

A black so achromatic, there is no sheen.

When you view Ebony tears I shed, journey very lightly, delicately you must tread.

The tears I cry

come in many different colors

because I cry for many different reasons

When I'm with my friends

howling with laughter

they are bright

a neon green or yellow

I want them to be seen

When I cry because someone

makes me mad

they are dark

they are the color of the sky

as a thunder storm rolls in

When I cry because I'm sad

because my heart is broken

because you gave up on me

they are red

because they hurt

and I can't hide them

I cry for many different reasons

but in the end

I feel better once the tears have come out

#poem #free verse #sad #tears #heartbroken #cry #happy #cry #friends #relationships

What color can I give to tears,

when tears have long left my life?

Emotion doesn't rise up these days.

But remembering back,

they were tears the color of salt,

bitter, yet tangy to the taste.

They have been silver,

glistening like a summer's day,

from laughing at friends antics.

Once upon a time,

they were red and callous;

anger made them that way.

Now, they are what they are.

Empty. Gone. Invisible.

None left to remember what was.

If I could give my tears any color it would be grey. Nothing else comes to my mind. Some tears I shed in the secret of my room, out of despair, a sadmess that totally engulfed me. In those moments rare as they were, I no longer cared about the world, totally blinded by my selfish desires and immeresed in my self-pity. Only considering the wrongs done to me. Those were the times when I was too young and imature to ever look at my own faults. Blaming others for my own lack of understanding. Then came the raging tears shed openly infront of others. Those I truly despised. Such was my hatred towards them since they were the ones out of my control. Making me think I was weak because I lacked the will to stop them in their tracks. Whenever I would get into a heated argument the waterworks would start to leak. Beginning as tiny droplets which I just couldn't stop no matter how hard I tried. Third were the tears of joy they would emerge out when I was radiating with too much joy. The combinations of all these different emotions just leaves me with this color. Since for me my tears are like grey clouds transcending with the least provocation.