Okay, I wanted to try out an idea for a challenge.... We tried this in my creative writing (only we pulled out crayons and got that color). Let me know what you think about it!
Allright here's how it goes....
First scroll down and look at the colors....
Find one you like....
Click on it to find the name....
Write a poem about that color. (The color's name should also be in the title)
Allright here's how it goes....
First scroll down and look at the colors....
Find one you like....
Click on it to find the name....
Write a poem about that color. (The color's name should also be in the title)
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on Jul. 27, 2007 at 2:05 AM
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Group Admin
on Jul. 27, 2007 at 2:08 AM
I couldn't get all the colors I wanted to up. Too long of a post... Sorry you'll have to work with what's here I guess. I'm not even sure which ones got deleted since it wouldn't show me which ones I was clicking on when I edited.
Oh and the name will be at the top of the screen when u click, not next to hue!
Rianna ~muse support~
Oh and the name will be at the top of the screen when u click, not next to hue!
Rianna ~muse support~
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Crystal, Group Owner
on Jul. 27, 2007 at 4:22 PM
This is wonderful! Once the kids are in bed I'll pick a color and see what happens :o)
Hugs & prayers ~ Crystal
Hugs & prayers ~ Crystal
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Group Admin
on Jul. 27, 2007 at 5:36 PM
I can't wait, I love your stuff ! It'll most likely be tonight, maybe tomorrow, before I can do mine. Now I should go clean.... ~sighs~
~hugs~
Rianna
~hugs~
Rianna
by
Group Admin
on Jul. 30, 2007 at 12:55 AM
I posted it in here because I have way too much time on my hands right now. heh. Also, another admin (Deanna) pointed out it made more sense to keep them in here together. I agreed. ^_^
Carribean Green Memories
Carribean Green
haunts my thoughts,
the memories
sharp and poignant.
I remember shells
sparkling upon the sand,
as they throw back the light
from a newly risen sun.
I remember the waves
cresting upon jagged rocks
and blackened sand,
carribean green swirling with black.
I remember the way
we sat in silence,
awed by a beauty
so far, unsurpassed.
I remember the love
that was formed and lost,
in the swirling waters
of carribean green.
~Rianna
Carribean Green Memories
Carribean Green
haunts my thoughts,
the memories
sharp and poignant.
I remember shells
sparkling upon the sand,
as they throw back the light
from a newly risen sun.
I remember the waves
cresting upon jagged rocks
and blackened sand,
carribean green swirling with black.
I remember the way
we sat in silence,
awed by a beauty
so far, unsurpassed.
I remember the love
that was formed and lost,
in the swirling waters
of carribean green.
~Rianna
by
Crystal, Group Owner
on Jul. 30, 2007 at 1:43 AM
I'll add mine here as well then ~ I'm looking forward to reading MORE! C'mon, guys :o) Pick a color or two!
In The Black Of Night
Wrapped around me,
a shroud I cannot shed.
Consuming me in nothing,
binding me and blinding me,
stealing stars from my sky.
Weightless it crushes me.
Invisible it surrounds me.
Voiceless it deafens me.
Caresses me . . .
with fingers nonexistent,
leaving goosebumps
upon my skin,
seducing me to sleep.
A blanket of black
slowly covers my eyes,
the night devours me
till the sun begins to rise.
In The Black Of Night
Wrapped around me,
a shroud I cannot shed.
Consuming me in nothing,
binding me and blinding me,
stealing stars from my sky.
Weightless it crushes me.
Invisible it surrounds me.
Voiceless it deafens me.
Caresses me . . .
with fingers nonexistent,
leaving goosebumps
upon my skin,
seducing me to sleep.
A blanket of black
slowly covers my eyes,
the night devours me
till the sun begins to rise.
Hugs & prayers ~ Crystal
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Crystal, Group Owner
on Jul. 30, 2007 at 9:56 PM
Desert Sand Upon My Skin
Softest rays
of gentlest light
awaken me
to the dawn
of new day.
Not yet ready
to relinquish
the night,
silently
I remain to
slumber.
Arms of love,
the color
of windswept
desert sand
wrap me
in familiar
comfort
with warmth
that rivals
the now
risen
sun.
My husband always has such a beautiful tanned glow about him while I am whiter than white, with the exception if more than a few freckles :o)
Hugs & prayers ~ Crystal
Softest rays
of gentlest light
awaken me
to the dawn
of new day.
Not yet ready
to relinquish
the night,
silently
I remain to
slumber.
Arms of love,
the color
of windswept
desert sand
wrap me
in familiar
comfort
with warmth
that rivals
the now
risen
sun.
My husband always has such a beautiful tanned glow about him while I am whiter than white, with the exception if more than a few freckles :o)
Hugs & prayers ~ Crystal
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by
Group Admin
on Jul. 31, 2007 at 12:34 AM
Shocking pink
My hair's done up,
some new style.
I watch a girl walk by,
as I leave my chair behind.
Electrifying,
unreal,
shocking pink's the color of the day.
Head to toe,
some new statement I suppose...
Shocking pink:
Hair.
Nails.
Clothes.
Shoes.
Eyes!
Have I grown this old,
to be caught so off-guard
by a color such as
Shocking Pink?
My hair's done up,
some new style.
I watch a girl walk by,
as I leave my chair behind.
Electrifying,
unreal,
shocking pink's the color of the day.
Head to toe,
some new statement I suppose...
Shocking pink:
Hair.
Nails.
Clothes.
Shoes.
Eyes!
Have I grown this old,
to be caught so off-guard
by a color such as
Shocking Pink?
by
on Aug. 2, 2007 at 9:42 AM
heh I clicked on Mahogany, and it just so happens i wrote a poem a while back that was kind of about mahogany. I'm creatively (and emotionally) exhausted at the moment. Sorry i couldn't come up with something fresh.
Mahogany Hair And You Are Free
Vagrant spirit freed,
stallion makes the world his home;
shy muscles ripple.
Mahogany Hair And You Are Free
Vagrant spirit freed,
stallion makes the world his home;
shy muscles ripple.
by
on Aug. 7, 2007 at 11:22 AM
First of all there is some really good work in here. I am almost ashamed to put mine in,it sounds like a kids rhyme. I thought I clicked on a color of blue, but it turned out to be in the black family called Outer Space.
Outer Space
If I were in Outer Space
Would I feel out of place?
In the dark void, would I feel at home?
Among the the stars and planets would I roam?
Would my family go with me?
To study the comets and their history
Moons ,asteroids, and galaxies
Outer Space is filled with mysteries.
Would I live in Outer Space?
And marvel in its grace
It just goes on forever,
To get to the end, would take forever!
From there I could always see,
How the people on Earth would be.
Maybe I'm not the only one,
Who wants to live this phenomenon.
Outer Space
If I were in Outer Space
Would I feel out of place?
In the dark void, would I feel at home?
Among the the stars and planets would I roam?
Would my family go with me?
To study the comets and their history
Moons ,asteroids, and galaxies
Outer Space is filled with mysteries.
Would I live in Outer Space?
And marvel in its grace
It just goes on forever,
To get to the end, would take forever!
From there I could always see,
How the people on Earth would be.
Maybe I'm not the only one,
Who wants to live this phenomenon.
by
Member
on Aug. 20, 2007 at 2:23 PM
Hehe...how appropriate that the hillbilly picks the color "denim" !! Here goes nuthin...
Denim Dreams
His dark wavy hair showed beneath his cap
his sun tanned arms were strong as he worked
I remember how his eyes sparkled in the sun,
how his shirt clung to him, in the heat of the day
and, how he looked in that dirt covered denim
I remember the night we shared,
the feel of my fingers through his hair
how his strong arms wrapped around my waist
and the feel of his calloused hands against my skin
Its been years since I've felt his touch
but, I still feel it every night as I drift into sleep
I see his face in my thoughts..
and, in my denim dreams.....
Denim Dreams
His dark wavy hair showed beneath his cap
his sun tanned arms were strong as he worked
I remember how his eyes sparkled in the sun,
how his shirt clung to him, in the heat of the day
and, how he looked in that dirt covered denim
I remember the night we shared,
the feel of my fingers through his hair
how his strong arms wrapped around my waist
and the feel of his calloused hands against my skin
Its been years since I've felt his touch
but, I still feel it every night as I drift into sleep
I see his face in my thoughts..
and, in my denim dreams.....
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on Jul. 27, 2007 at 2:05 AM