Shades of Purple

Purple, I love your 
majestic hues the sunrise

sunset

Elizabeth Taylor's

eyes and those
bruises- only

Small bruises

you left upon 

my shell of a body

my joke of a mind

My heart when

beating with

yours

Close your eyes 
let me kiss your lids
of purple

To sleep

dreamless, blissful
anesthetic sleep

Where dreams that are dreamed in
royal purple beneath calm waters
last

forever?

Author's Note

Add a poem ... quickly i have to write this quickly and ... it shows.

Reviews

[Jibey]

The image of the bruising reflects energy and erotic pleasures, the shell of a body... seems a bit of a brittle image -- and then, was the 'beating' heart intended as a play on the bruising? lol Purple is a very arousing colour for me.... deep dreams... yes, for sure... deep and accompanied by bruises... I'm just rambling lol

[Harley (arbiter)]

Awesome. I love purple aswell. Great poem!

[Fabric Pulse]

So pretty! Reminds me of staring at a rainbow you decorated yourself in your favorite colors. It's peaceful, serenity. =]

[Arabdha]

purple happens to be my favorite color..and this is such a lovely tribute to the majestic hues of purple and all that they stand for..

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

Purple bruises reflected in your words, good poem

[Robin]

Purple the most mystical of all hues , you painted captured all of its moods

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there is something regal and lush about purple...one of my favourite colours

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Purple is my favorite color. I think the old fashined Iris is one of my favorite flowers because of that...oooo velvet petals so lush and dark and dreamy! I can't wait until mine blooms!

[Rossen]

Quick works well, it shows talent, skill and gives color new life.
you are a true poet, pure heart shines through.Purply passion perfect!

[SpokenWord]

I was once in the art gallery of Philadelphia with a best friend and there was this vivid picture of a More, it look so real with details so grand that you could see the veins in his wrist and neck. It was stunning to me, then my friend showed me his favorite painting. God it was like the artist just tossed paint at the canvas, it had no logic to it, no pattern, no detail just splashes of colors that didn't match I thought it was horrible.

All poems don't fit into one category to be considered good, as a reader I don't look for meter, I don't even care if it rhymes or if all of the poem makes sense to me. No for me I look for enlightenment, entertainment, or something just to make me think or remember.

Your poem above makes me remember someone I love very deeply and how I felt when she was with me, how I slept like I was under anesthetics, how a single kiss from her made me see colors that didn't even exist. If one looks at your poem as a whole it is about love and it is about royal love which to me means a love that is deeper than the flesh. This is why I like this poem remember beauty is in the eye of the beholder and not always in the eye of the creator.