NAPOWRIMO Day #1

It’s the first day! Get your poetry muscles fired up. Most importantly, have fun!

Today’s prompt:

Write a poem on the color orange.

Post your poem to comments!

Reminders
Please read the NaPoWriMo page for details on how the challenge worksย  and how you can participate this month, no matter what your personal writing challenge is for the month of April. Please read How to Post During NaPoWriMo. Remember that work shared this month is shared in precisely that spirit: sharing, as opposed to critiquing.

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Posted on April 1, 2018, in NaPoWriMo. Bookmark the permalink. 72 Comments.

  1. Gabrielle Lovell

    Foraging through the undergrowth
    Flowers and life all around
    Life and love filled with hope
    Look, there’s another one on the ground
    Orange eggs litter the vibrant green grass
    Oh I hope the adventures last
    I hold the orange egg and break it apart
    Inside is a little chocolate heart
    I smile and look up to the sky
    Before I yell out the words with peace in my eyes
    “Happy Easter to you and you family,
    I hope you all get lots of candy!”

    ——
    Happy Easter everyone! I hope you all have a great day!!! ๐Ÿ™‚ โค

  2. It’s not very good, but this was insanely difficult…especially since orange is my least favorite color.

    Obscure, but known
    Through the sun you’ve shown
    Making an appearance at
    The duration of sunsets
    Warm, but fiery
    With your own personal diary
    Bright and torn
    The color orange

  3. Bold and exuberant
    Just like you
    Hard to ignore,
    Just like you
    Bright and sweet,
    Just like you
    No wonder itโ€™s your favorite,
    Orange is just like you

  4. Candles melting,
    The hot wax dripping,
    As flickering fire casts dancing shadows.
    Around the walls, the shadows play
    A game of cat and mouse.
    Outside, the Autumn wind whispers wickedly,
    Luring me out into a world of red,
    And yellow,
    Bright oranges too-
    Orange like the pumpkins filling the patches,
    Ready to be carved for Halloween nights.
    The cold and crispness of the world outside,
    Makes me happier still,
    As the candle continues to burn,
    With the light flickering red, orange, and yellow.

    • Gabrielle Lovell

      Ooh! I love your twist to this, I love the Halloween descriptions and the cool vibe to it! Amazing job! ๐Ÿ™‚

  5. Lydia Alailima

    FLORIDA by Lydia Alailima

    The sunrise
    Reminds me
    Of your eyes
    Orange
    Reminds me
    Of your courage
    The beauty
    Of both
    Make me feel
    as if I could boast
    About
    Your elegance

  6. (bit of a time crunch today, just kind of wrote down the first things that came to my mind when i thought “orange!”)

    it is an anomaly that catches me
    because i don’t see it so often.
    It is a pop in the world of grey,
    laughing yet stinging,
    sour yet fresh
    bold and vivid
    a breath of cool air,
    if our life was a color
    it would be orange.

    • Gabrielle Lovell

      Wow! I love how you described orange and how vibrant it how “poppy” it is, you truly described the beautiful color. Great poem!!! ๐Ÿ™‚

    • Ooh I love this! I used a similar illustration in my poem of how orange is such an interesting, contradicting color. Great job, Grace!

  7. Orange.
    This strange secondary color always catches my eye and mind.
    Let me tell you why.

    The word “orange” rhymes with no other singular word.
    Of course, “door hinge” comes close but no cigar.

    In its physical state, it reminds me of the nights when my insomnia comes to taunt me.
    I breathe in and out orange waves to calm my mind.
    Then soon orange turns to the black waves of nightmares and I am back where I have started.

  8. Soft orange like the sunset,
    If only I could have kept,
    The light that you forget,
    I could remind you,
    We would make a good duet,

    Vibrant orange like the sunrise,
    We would have shone so bright,
    Before the rising orange light,
    But you could fight
    no longer.
    So I stopped getting stronger.
    *******************************************
    I didn’t know if we were supposed to write a poem describing orange but I just sort of started using orange in the first line and just went with the rest ๐Ÿ˜€ Hopefully it still goes with the prompt, I realize it’s kind of sad but I hope it’s still okay. Leave any comments or feedback ๐Ÿ˜€ โค

    • Gabrielle Lovell

      Oh my goodness Isabella, this is so heartbreaking yet beautiful. I love everything about it, and yes, I feel it strongly relates to the prompt. I love the descriptions and I hope that if things are going this way for, they get better soon. โค I absolutely love it, amazing job. โค ๐Ÿ™‚

      • Thank you, I’m glad you liked it โค Thanks for worrying but nothings really been going sadly lately. I'm not really sure why my poems have been so sad, really I just like using dramatic words and conveying different feelings in my writing but, I'm really glad you loved it ๐Ÿ˜€

      • Gabrielle Lovell

        You’re welcome! I’m glad everything’s okay! I sometimes do that, make my poems sad when I’m super happy, I think its just a way of writing to make it more emotional. ๐Ÿ™‚ โค

  9. He told her she was orange.
    Her laugh was sudden and bright.
    โ€œYouโ€™re a poet,โ€ said she,
    โ€œOrange doesnโ€™t rhyme.โ€
    He gave a knowing smile,
    A small secret turn of the lip.
    She knew the look well
    After years of companionship.
    โ€œProve it.โ€ She challenged.
    He matched the glint in her eyes
    As he found a pad of paper,
    asked for a pen, and some time:
    โ€œShe was orange.
    Like the soft glow of a setting sun.
    She lit the sky on fire,
    Burned it like something wild and undone.
    She was warmth and brightness.
    In a city, the buzz of neon lights.
    The burst of soda pop.
    The crackle of camping on a starry night.
    Yet in a moment,
    Her tang would turn sweet.
    Something mellow and gentle
    Like freckles, flowers, and tangerines.
    She was a beautiful contradiction,
    Much the way orange was unpredictable and kind.
    But she was far too perfect to be encompassed.
    Yes, no sane man would try.โ€
    He stopped and he frowned
    With the insecurity of a writer
    Who just shared a piece of his soul
    And felt it wouldnโ€™t be good enough for her.
    She noticed the look quick
    And took the paper from his hand.
    His objections fell silent
    as wordlessly her eyes scanned.
    He studied her expression
    With heart and hope hanging upon his sleeve.
    And then all his worries were healed.
    No reason to fear or grieve.
    For she met his stare,
    Her eyes kind and features soft.
    โ€œThank you,โ€ said she.
    She smiled and he hoped she would never stop.

  10. This is so cute!!!! I love this, it basically encompasses how I feel when I let people read my stories or poems :b Amazing job the descriptions are completely perfect and just… AHH SO BEAUTIFUL!!! Seriously, amazing!!!

    • Thank you so much, Isabella! Your kind words mean so much to me. Iโ€™m glad you could relate to it! ๐Ÿ’—

  11. orange
    in the strand
    it is the grand
    mys-tery
    inside of me
    ancient land
    far east
    I hail my origins
    classic chinese
    Beauty
    with a mystery

    • Gabrielle Lovell

      Ooh! I like how you included almost every genre into it, history, mystery, etc. Beautiful job, I โค it so much! ๐Ÿ™‚

      • Thank you Gabby!๐Ÿ’– Your comment really encouraged me! I took a chance to 1.)Even write a poem (not my genre!) 2.)write a poem and 3.) Write a poem! ๐Ÿ˜‚And plus making it so personal (yikes!) It’s crazy to have an orange hair in my all black locks! I was adopted from China so I’ll never know the back-story on it. ๐Ÿ˜

      • Gabrielle Lovell

        That is so neat! Haha, that’s amazing your hair is naturally like that! ๐Ÿ˜€

  12. Sofia Cabrera

    Orange.
    Shines as bright as the dark,
    Could bring hope to the broken-hearted.
    It seeps into the world, bringing it’s
    Eternal life with it.
    It brings smiles, joy and fun,
    Oh, color orange,
    Summer has come.
    ——
    I just decided to associate it with summer, it was fun to do. Any comments are warmly welcome. Thank you so much everybody! ๐Ÿ™‚ โค

    • Gabrielle Lovell

      Aw! I love this so much! Summer is a wonderful time of year, and I love that season for the warm breezes and swimming and eating popsicles and I just really love Summer. You wrote this perfectly and I love how you paired orange with this. Amazing!!! ๐Ÿ˜€

    • Sofia Cabrera

      Ah, thank you!! I also love summer, what do you like best? Popsicles or swimming? (That’s a hard one, lol!) I’m really glad you liked it, thank you, Gabby! โค

  13. Alyssa Holmes

    O-R-A-N-G-E
    O for obscene, the language you find me to be
    R for Rebellious, the standoffish personality you seem to think I have
    A for Audacious, the way that I really am
    N for Needy, the only thing you say is my crutch
    G for Grovel, that’s what you’d need to do, to get me to even say hello
    E for Excruciating, because darling, that’s the only love you gave me.

    ———–
    idk if this works lol, I don’t really like the ending but here’s my poem!

  14. Mary-Kelly Reimel

    The heat of a warm, crackling fire,
    the fruity smell of citrus from beneath a tree
    The sunset the bids goodbye behind calm waters
    The spotted feathers of a bird
    A pleasing color to the eyes of both the innocent and guilty.

  15. I’m so late, also I don’t usually write poems…hows this?

    Orange

    Like the color of pumpkins,

    And the autumn trees.

    Like the wonderful sunrise,

    And the autumn leaves.

    Or the beautiful Tulips,

    Who dance in the breeze.

  16. Heather Simon

    Fire blooms boldly
    Orange wisps whip and crackle
    Wavering but sure

    Sun rose rapidly
    Orange streamed slowly, strongly
    Intense but serene

    Leaf will float freely
    Orange crinkles wearily
    Frail, dull, decaying.

    • Sofia Cabrera

      Wow, Heather. I love this poem’s imagery so much. You’ve really left me breathless. ๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’–

  17. Bridget Bishop

    In this world, we have failed.
    Tied fabric around our eyes, we followed our hearts.
    Made footsteps to wherever it sailed.
    There were better things; we had a taste for finer arts.
    Told to go back, acting like maniacs; we wanted our knickknacks And award plaques, but while searching for everything we only got kickback.

    I could light a flame and watch it burn, let it burn.
    I could let it go; watch it go and go.
    Feel the fabric burn, but it’s not going to hurt.
    It tied me to the boat, but I’m walking back to shore.
    I could light a match; watch it burn and burn.
    I could let it go, and go, and go.
    I could set my heart on fire but it would hurt.
    It already led me here where I do not want to be.
    So I could let it burn and burn.
    Bury it in fire; let it go and burn.
    It won’t hurt us anymore its gone.

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