This is a different type of poem. It doesn’t rhyme and also goes a different direction with the subject, which is a color. Most people see green as an envious color, but I see it differently. I see it as the hope and dreams I have. It’s funny because I wrote this poem a few months ago, so it’s pretty old, but anyway, here it is. A poem about my favorite color.

The color surrounds me

Not as envy

But as life

As a bright new hope


For future dreams

To become whatever the heart desires

And to keep my mind from danger

The danger of boredom and emptiness

Green – Prompt response

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