Gokhan
03-10-2006, 01:47 PM
This is my first poem posted on the Literature Network forums. I hope you will like it. Feel free to write your opinions as I will be highly glad of getting constructive critisicm.
Colors Of Life
by Gokhan
Blue, as freedom regulates the forlorn sky
Among flying creatures upon our cry
Tempted by the standards not tend to simplify
Agreeing its domination for peace to nullify
Red, as rage convinces weak minds to falter
Untouchable for the need by any individual
Regret shall come to finalize after the arrival
Yet the disturbance already altered the mortal
Black, as death foredooms the closing of hearts
Last stop before the eternal compromise
Eyes are shut to not seemingly witness the sacrifice
A try of reaching the Lord under his disguise
White, as pureness reflects the hidden quality
Sacred amazement towards an unknown facility
Confronting any illness by a belief to carry
Celebration for life to emphasize its own beauty
Salvo of colors, as life is based on their balance
A recent creation after white and black’s severance
Request for blue’s control is spoken by mind’s willingness
Red ought to be conquered to keep the state of hopefulness
Colors Of Life
by Gokhan
Blue, as freedom regulates the forlorn sky
Among flying creatures upon our cry
Tempted by the standards not tend to simplify
Agreeing its domination for peace to nullify
Red, as rage convinces weak minds to falter
Untouchable for the need by any individual
Regret shall come to finalize after the arrival
Yet the disturbance already altered the mortal
Black, as death foredooms the closing of hearts
Last stop before the eternal compromise
Eyes are shut to not seemingly witness the sacrifice
A try of reaching the Lord under his disguise
White, as pureness reflects the hidden quality
Sacred amazement towards an unknown facility
Confronting any illness by a belief to carry
Celebration for life to emphasize its own beauty
Salvo of colors, as life is based on their balance
A recent creation after white and black’s severance
Request for blue’s control is spoken by mind’s willingness
Red ought to be conquered to keep the state of hopefulness