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Cold love3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Yellow Umbrella ParadeA plastic up all tipped up in shades of blue
might seem to you
like a true
Ha to do
and apples cores
that lost their lords
whilst lustily biting a their skin
might be chagrin
to those whom don't think so much
of yellow umbrellas
A parade
A dancing sea
A golden sun against a sky
so bleak
Yellow umbrellas might come to life
and in their passion at such a life
might turn about
swirling
twirling
feeling free
and turn upon their would be masters
and stab and slash with spokes and matter
destroy with a frenzy
those who might enslave
might think the rain
less noble on their precious heads
Umbrellas yellow
Turn down insteaYellow Umbrella Parade4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Yellow UmbrellaIt was a rainy autumn day, the first time I saw you. I remember it being cold because I had forgotten to take a coat with me in my haste. The wind blew rapidly into the trees, sending crinkled red, orange, yellow leaves into frenzied dances. Some were strong enough to hold on to the safety of their branch. Others were pulled to the ground, down, down, down.

I was fuming that day, so much, that I thought I would burst into smoke. All in the past two weeks, my parents bombed me with the news that they were getting a divorce, I had been busted several times for picking fights with some idiots who decided to stick their business in my personalYellow Umbrella8 months ago in Short Stories

Yellow UmbrellaYellow umbrella

A gift to a little girl

Before her heart stopped.Yellow Umbrella2 months ago in Haiku & Eastern

RaindropsGrey sullen clouds, the hue of ash, up in the air,
and the streets around me all dreary.
The rain falls steadily, like the tears of angels',
smashing down onto the sidewalk,
drip-drop-dripping -
raindrops on my yellow umbrella.

A sad little tune fills the room,
stealing my tears, mistreating my poor heart.
It's all about that blue-green-eyed girl,
and how much ache this absence brings.
Silently, my tears roll down my cheek, smashing down on my floorboards,
reminding me ever so strongly of raindrops on my yellow umbrella.

Passion, stirred to life by spring's first rain,
mingling with the sweet scent of her breath.
Our lips lock,Raindrops2 years ago in Free Verse

Yellow UmbrellaShe’s the
Yellow umbrella
Blown and broken, in the tree
Now the bright side’s on the inside
And it’s screaming to be seen

And if you could see it
You would smile

Just like yellow umbrella girl:
Upside down, for a while

She promised
She would fight it
She could fight it, and she’d win
But it’s quiet when spokes are spread
And the rain is on her skin

And if you could hear her
You would smile

Just like yellow umbrella girl:
Inside out, for a while

Left here
Now she’s hanging
Yellow stranger, in the tree
Left for dead or not much better
An exquisite tragedy

And if you could saveYellow Umbrella4 years ago in Free Verse

The Yellow Umbrella

Lie with me on a crooked field
We'll watch the shooting stars
(They're really planes).
And we'll read embarrassing poetry
Together.

Such was a happy yellow umbrella.
Now a broken bumbershoot
We're no named, no faced stowaways,
so we'll use it as a parachute
to jump off this dark red train.
And onto dark red gravel.
Who needs blood anyways?

We're not walking off into the sunset
you and I (I and you) are chasing the lonely sun.
Bathed in orange and pink, your cheeks look so sweet.

We've forgotten if I gave or stole those kisses
(of the summer sky)
Oh, what salty lips.
Such lips that I'm sure to miss.

The rain comes down, it'sThe Yellow Umbrella8 years ago in Free Verse

I'll Take My Check, PleaseI'll Take My Check, Please
~

It was too nice out to be alone, trapped inside. I was just thinking of how much better my life would be if I had someone to spend it with. True, I had friends, really close ones at that, but I mean like a lover. I want someone to hold onto when I'm lonely, someone to tell me they love me like they've never loved anyone else before. I don't know. Maybe I'm just being a hopeless romantic. But it happens to people, so I'm not really that hopeless, right?

I stretched my arms above my head, and turned the television off, deciding not to mope around all day when I actually have off. I sat up from lounging on the couI'll Take My Check, Please2 years ago in Short Stories

The Yellow UmbrellaThere was nothing unordinary about my day so far so that was why I was so surprised to see the shock of yellow in an otherwise colorless area.
The clouds had blocked the light of the sun, casting a gloomy darkness over everything. Rain hadn't yet begun to pour, but it's apparent threat was enough to make it seem as if it was. There was no cheer in the day. It had gone as slow and dull as the weather. My walk home was simple, only a few blocks. It was nothing to worry about seeing as I was old enough to walk home from school, and I do it often.
Yet today was different because it was gloomy. I was never a person to bask in depression, yet herThe Yellow Umbrella5 months ago in Short Stories

Daffodil RainDaffodil Rain

“It’s raining daffodils,” you say.
So I pull up the umbrella
And turn it inside out
And we catch enough brilliant petal rain
For the blazing butterfliesDaffodil Rain4 years ago in General Fiction

Masquerade QueenCome with me and you
will see, behind this mask I
am the Killing Queen.Masquerade Queen4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern

Paper Stars, Yellow Sneakers

To paper stars and yellow sneakers
To fearless girls with lavender hair
To bright umbrellas and finger paints
And to people who don't have to pretend to care

To balloons and birds and beaches
And to lovely peonies in the spring
To sparkly nail polish and to swing sets
To the shiny bells who sing ring-a ding ding

To acoustic guitar players
And believing in all you say and do
To daisy chain headbands and loud music
But most of all to youPaper Stars, Yellow Sneakers2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Dead Blue1 year ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Something about JohnI tear my umbrella to shreds
I'm glad the weatherman promises
nothing but the wet skies of May.
It's little yellow pieces shift across the floor
as the lobby door opens and a crisp wind pulls shivers across my arms.
- - -
I look up from my perch on the stairs
to see a man
who breaks up the lobby's artificial silence with his confident strides.
A woman who has been sitting on the edge of a cheap red sofa
(staring out the window for quite some time now)
jumps up to greet him. She quickly tries to grin.
- - -
He greets her with a kiss
and they talk a little.
Something about the weather,
eight months,
a coffee shop and her niecSomething about John5 years ago in Short Stories

Swan of the LakeThe swan of the lake

Once broke the base of her neck

The beautiful beast Swan of the Lake2 months ago in Haiku & Eastern

The Yellow UmbrellaA fascinating thing
occurred to me
one morning.
I was walking through
the city park,
which is really just a few clusters of trees
and a small fountain,
when I noticed something
out of the corner of my eye.
A yellow umbrella
was tumbling through the air
above the trees,
having been caught in a strong gust
(it was a very windy morning,
you see).
I stood and watched
as it floated lazily
across the sky,
accented brightly against
the white cotton clouds.
For a moment,
it passed over the sun
and was lost in the brilliance
of its golden light.
The whole thing
was almost hypnotizing to watch.
Then the wind died down
For The Yellow Umbrella5 years ago in Free Verse

Remembering How to Drowna lengthy band of orange
(orange [n]: a color between yellow
and red in the spectrum, an effect of
light with a wavelength between 590
and 610 nm)
now surrounds the place i once called home
(home? no definition.)
in a broken oblong spray
across a plank of memories (six four)
it all comes back now.
(now [n]: at this time or juncture in
some period under consideration or
in some course of proceedings described)
here i am, alone
(orange, previously defined,
is no entirely physical boundary)
i cannot leave (sweet intellect).
this game
(accidental [adj]: haRemembering How to Drown6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Girl With the Yellow UmbrellaThe Girl with the Yellow Umbrella
Have you ever had a position that you took with you everywhere, from school or the Zoo, to dances and Girl Scout meetings? Well, I do. I have a big, faded, yellow umbrella that I had acquired five years ago.
When I was eight, it was given to me by my dad, right before he left for Iraq, a couple of months before he died. I know it seems like a stupid thing to give your child, right? Wrong! We had an agreement before we left that I would take care of his most prized possession.
The umbrella had been his great, great, great grandmother’s, passed down in the family through the girls. The reason it beloGirl With the Yellow Umbrella5 years ago in General Fiction

Yellow Umbrella2 years ago in Concrete Poetry

yellow umbrella's secret那风雨交加的夜晚,
手里握着黄色雨伞的男孩顶雨走到巴士站.
巴士站巴的座位全湿,
他只好站着,
小心翼翼的把雨伞折起.
好冷, 他没穿外套.

不好意思,我迟到了,
他没说什么,
他一手接过我递给yellow umbrella's secret3 years ago in Emotional

Death carries a Yellow Umbrella

Death carries a yellow umbrella

I didn’t remember much of who I was or where I was or how I got here. The only thing I remember is a name, Hezekiah, which must be mine. Everything else is incomplete thoughts and memories floating around. I felt like a cold empty soul with no body floating through an empty void. I realize I must be dead. If I am then I feel no different than when I was alive. I still feel empty and alone.

“Jael?” The phone crashes to the floor. “Are you still there?” I am stunned and everything turns to a blur. I scatter to the closet leaving the phone on the floor. At last I find myDeath carries a Yellow Umbrella3 months ago in Settings

Plastic CarsCling tightly to the ropes of memory
So that they may strengthen your bond with childhood
Remember the gentle sway of that oak you climbed
Or the harsh, biting pain when you fell out
There is no pain, like your first noteworthy injury.

Remember your fifth birthday
With balloons, friends, and innocent cake designs
Be it, Barbie with, her glittery, slinky, pink dress
Or the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles with their assault worthy weapons.

Remember good night prayers and blankets tucked to shoulders
Where mom and dad would wait to place a kiss to each cheek
And would have a "Till the morning" upon their lips
Where soft whispers, never Plastic Cars3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Blaire Ch. 1Rain fell softly onto the roof of the bus stop, ricocheting off of the night-blackened pavement. Alone, I stepped under the overhang, folding my umbrella with a soft rustle. A stranger entered a few minutes later, shaking loose droplets off of his arms and hair. He smiled and said hello.

Bored and apathetic, I muttered a greeting, keeping my eyes on the ground and the water splashing up from the pavement. Little starbursts of light reflected off of the drops of water, miniature fireworks in the night.

A chuckle came from the left. It wasn’t an unkind sound, just amused, a little curious. I glanced towards its source. The man was laughiBlaire Ch. 14 years ago in General Fiction

Do I Leave things Be?D O I L E A V E T H I N G S B E ?

And as I step back and take a look at this

There is so much distortion in what I'm seeing

I'm only a broken mirror

What do I do to make things right?

This is more than a simple question

I've lost almost everything from the past

I feel as though I've left everything so unfinished

I can continue to walk away

But it only brings me pain

Is this process right?

Its not the way to fade away

I can't decide whether I should disappear completely

Or stitch us back together

I'd give an explanation if I wasn't so filled with fear

I've been looking for someone to connect with

I've been looking for someone tDo I Leave things Be?3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics

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