Colors in a bowl
Like my heart open wide
There is no organization
Only hurt and long lost pride
My long lost adoration
Was you sitting by my side
But now I know how far I'd go
I know I have to hide
Colors in a bowl are swimming
Like sherbert ice cream
The colors, always brimming
Make me want to scream
Will they end up slimming?
I'm running out of steam
The colors, the colors, the colors in the bowl
What do you think they mean?
They mean only to console
Maybe, maybe, maybe to be lean
And feelings and thoughts--
That are only unseen
The cover flips over the bowl
And I'm finally ready
My sadness is on parole
And the colors in the bowl.
Like my heart open wide
There is no organization
Only hurt and long lost pride
My long lost adoration
Was you sitting by my side
But now I know how far I'd go
I know I have to hide
Colors in a bowl are swimming
Like sherbert ice cream
The colors, always brimming
Make me want to scream
Will they end up slimming?
I'm running out of steam
The colors, the colors, the colors in the bowl
What do you think they mean?
They mean only to console
Maybe, maybe, maybe to be lean
And feelings and thoughts--
That are only unseen
The cover flips over the bowl
And I'm finally ready
My sadness is on parole
And the colors in the bowl.
Author notes
One of the first poems I wrote for AP. So many people have commented, but no one really guesses the true meaning of this poem. It still almost makes me cry every time I read it. No one will ever understand, but some people say that it is ice cream. Though it does seem like it should be this, it is really a simile describing a situation in my life I never want to relive.
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Comments
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Reminds me of all the happy thoughts of someone when we shared the best of times as companions, and how all the moments feel now to taint those memories and make them hurt, the the flame of love raging out of control and leaving me with a billion degree burns all over my (metaphorical) heart.
Sometimes it's not unlike a tornado come to raze an old, abandoned haunted house and disturbing the spirits trapped there to be left in an undescribable disembodiment.
Anyhell, whatever this write may be about, it is very good.
I liek that yuo rhymed ice cream and scream in such a good manner.
-cheers
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A person sits at a table, absently staring into a bowl of melted ice cream and trying to make sense of his/her life. The colors swirl and blend, and he/she tries to find meaning in them. Great poem.
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I think you could have explored the theme a bit more by edging away from a rhyme scheme, but I definitely like what you did. I liked the repetition in the third stanza of the colours and 'maybe'.
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Okay i like the way this poem sounds but I am not sure I get the meaning and I know I do not understand this line.
"Maybe, maybe, maybe to be lean"
I like the way it is wrote regardless.
Good luck
Thanks for entering,
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Great job, I really like this! (hah, i love icecream) Keep it up!

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Wow!!!
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this poem tells me everything! it explains and describes the situation really well.
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