Life and Death in Color
I am the glossy cream essence of new life.
I am a dahlia flushed infant.
I am crystal clear tears trailing down a face.
I am the peach blush creeping up someone's cheek.
I am navy waves of depression rolling in.
I am the crimson blood beading on a cut.
I am the sangria bruise on your upper arm.
I am the coral ripped skin on knuckles.
I am scarlet lipstick smeared on a face.
I am charcoal mascara dripping from lashes.
I am chestnut hair being pulled in frustration.
I am the pistachio tint of an envious face.
I am a raspberry tassel on a graduation cap.
I am gold rings on a fancy pillow.
I am a heliconia wedding bouquet.
I am silver pearls worn on an anniversary.
I am the ivory teeth that from a smile.
I am the ashy complexion of the dead.
I am a sienna coffin covered in dirt.
Share This Poem
This Poems Story
The poem is an overview of someone's life as they struggle through their earlier years and eventually find happiness before passing away.