The color never seemed to matter to Jeff
If you wanted to make it fluorescent orange and lime green, he was cool with it
Nothing seemed to phase the man
That’s when I figured out the dude was extremely color blind
Tint (an acrostic poem)
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Rock (an acrostic poem)
Reaching down for a nice hefty stone
Old cloud gray in color, it was smooth and rounded
Caressing it fondly, he rejoined the mob
Knowing he was without sin, he threw first
Paint (an acrostic poem)
Picking the right color is so important to create the correct atmosphere
A shade too dark and it puts people in a somber mood
If its too light they will feel not grounded in the space
Now if you go for a wild color, well that just causes people to go insane
That’s why the world believes in beige, and why I avoid it like the plague.
Meadow ( an acrostic poem)
Meandering through the tall grass
Enjoying the soft sunlight trickling from the cloud speckled sky
All while admiring the punches of flowery color
Dotting the serene landscape
Overhead hawks played among the updrafts
Winding down a perfect day
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Glare (an acrostic poem)
Gazing into the bright light
Left him feeling quite monotone
As all the color left his supersaturated world
Revealing very little detail of what was around him
Everything just seemed more of the same
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Color (an acrostic poem)
Can’t see black and white
Or the subtle shades of gray
Look close at that rainbow
Orderly and vibrant
Resplendent in nuance
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Lips (an acrostic poem)
Luscious red color coated hers
It made them look so kissable
Pursing them together, she burst into giggles
She loved the feel of a fresh application of gloss
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Moist (an acrostic poem)
Mile after mile spins by as I pump the pedals
Out of every pore pours the tears of exercise
I am covered in a river of exertion
Shifting the color of my shirt three shades darker with saturation
That’s without counting the humidity
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Crafty (an acrostic poem)
Cutting out yet another bunny body from a paper plate
Ruth smiled to herself as her plan was coming together so nicely
All she needed to do was first attach the head and legs
Finishing it with a bit of color, cotton balls, and a bit of perfume
To think Stevie would unsuspectingly bring it home to his dad
Yet his dad would be horrified to realize that now Ruth knew he was married
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