Sentiments of loneliness and yearning poured into an orange color poem. I gatherer all sorts of orange colored objects to place in a picture. A book. A handbag. A Tea Kettle. A Fan. A shoe. Nail polish. A necklace. And an bean bag that my son insisted on buying. At the end I looked at the big pile and realized that I own lots and lots of things that are orange. But, enough about me, let’s get into the poem.

What makes us feel attracted to a certain color? How do we assign sentiments to shades and hues? Contemplating these questions I came up with this orange color poem.

Orange is not my favorite color

I am lonely
I am lonely
I wear an orange dress
to cheer me up
Reminds me of the sun
a subtle embrace
intensity of your gaze
Orange is only my second favorite color.

With you I wore rain and wind
Your heat
was enough
to brighten my days

This longing
colors my days
with shades and hues
salmon
carrot
rust

I am a bee
I dance
to pollinate
a heart

I am lonely
Orange is not my favorite color
Love is not humiliation.

I reserve an empty space
for you
to dress me with

I am lonely
I am lonely
believe it or not
orange is not my favorite color

Here is another poem on color that you might enjoy.

What do you think of this orange color poem? Would love to hear your feedback.