Crayons

A poem about coloring with crayons.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Crayons

 

Crayons you take me

Somewhere new,

Where my childhood

Won't seem so blue.

 

Your colors put

Me in a trance,

When I think about

The pictures of

Romance where

They take me.

 

Maybe we'll sail where

Christopher Columbus' ships

Blew their sails to,

Where the waters were filled

With pink mermaids with bright

Red hair.

 

Or shall I color a rainbow,

Where secret gardens grow

Cherry color dinosaurs

Who walked around

A long time ago

Eating brown fudgesicles

And gingerbread cookies too.

 

I'll show your colors to my

Mom when I get home,

To see if she cares.

 

For now I'll color my rocks,

Of the cave where I sit

When I'm feeling grey

With you.

 

 

Reviews

Crayons certainly have a significant meaning in my life.

[Akeen V.]

This is a great poem, that kinda brings my childhood back, coloring is so amazing.

[Madame Mystique]

I'm 23 years old and i refuse to give up my crayons i love them :D
Great poem

[Tina Kline]

This is a very fun and happy poem, it brings back childhood memories of hours spent coloring and having such a good time.

[Norma M Sutton]

Beautiful. Just a little imagination and crayons made the world a brighter place.

[momo]

oh the innocence of youth.. thats all i got. jk its good but i feel it to be too mature for a childs point of view.. unless it wasn't from a childs point of view then its good but if it is you dont need these lines

I'll show your colors to my
Mom when I get home,
To see if she cares.

all in all very good!