It's a pink kinda day

It is almost impossible for me to describe how I feel about the colour PINK. It is beautiful but sometimes its tacky. It holds a universe of meaning in its presence.

I will leave it to others to eloquently articulate in words what I feel about this hue.

I am oaring now 

In a pink river 

In a pink canoe

 with a pink feeling


On a pink Saturday!
Framarz Bagheri

Pink Trees

 – give seasons a severance

 – give growth a grace

 – give spring a scene


Pink Trees

 – give nature a nourishment

 – give trees a taste

 – give feeling a fervor


Pink Trees

 – give earth an element 

– give thoughts a thrill

 – give leaves a liveliness


Pink Trees...
give my vision a vibrant vibe 
&
 my heart a heavy hunger
Christian Hudak

Pink flowers; 
Pink pens;
 What about a pink life

; Pink stars
; Pink trees; 
What a pink life that would be; 



Pink shoes; 
Pink dresses; 
That is the pink fashion life for me!
Claudia Wilson

I have never see a pink cloud rain before. 
I have only seen a magenta bolt of lightening try to strike my heart,

 and
 Aqua tears trickling from my dazzled misty eyes, down my
 Flushed and lonesome cheek, though 
I have never see a pink cloud rain before.



I have never seen a pink cloud rain before.

I have seen spotted purple snakes crawling up my bedroom walls, and
 Transparent bubbles filled with dreams

 floating before my very eyes, though, 


I have never seen a pink cloud rain before.



I have never seen a pink cloud rain before, though 
I have seen a reddish sun cast shadows down upon a tortuous, rippling river; 


I have seen tears cascading down a sloping hill, and 
Gulls flapping their gentle, feathered wings atop some cragged cliffs, 

although 
I have never seen a pink cloud rain before.



I have never seen a pink cloud rain before, although 
I have heard eerie and commanding thoughts and voices 
That no one else could hear. 


I have had disturbing, stabbing thoughts that have injured me inside, 

though 
I have never seen a pink cloud rain before. 



I have never seen a pink cloud rain before, although 
I have slid down an icy mountainside on a very sunny night.


I have wept a sea of deep blue and purple tears, though 
I have never seen a pink cloud rain before.



I have never heard thunder clap behind a rosy cloud, or seen
Tears fall from heaven or have heard angels singing. 


I have had morbid thoughts of loss, death and suicide, 
While thunder clapped, and
 

These pink clouds could not rain.

 

Perhaps someday I shall see a pink cloud rain upon a 
Magnificent world, which I have created for myself,

 
Where tall green and golden reeds are surrounded by swirling water pools, and 


A hallucinogenic sun sets behind high and mighty mountains.


And there, people would be trustworthy and true to heart.

 No, I have never seen a pink cloud rain before,

 although, 
I have seen almost everything there is to see -
 Some good sights and some bad-


I have heard some screaming voices echo in my mind, although, 
Some quiet ones as well. 
I

 have seen some orange and, pinkish sunsets, and mirages in
 The fortress of my own mind, however-



I have never seen a pink cloud rain before, and 
I have never seen a pink cloud weep before….




Claudia Krizay