7th Grade Rainbow Anthology
The Color Gray The word sounds scratchy in your throat It itches your neck Like the inside of a lamb’s wool coat All things gone, faded All things lost, forgotten It covers life with a blanket of blandness Gray is as flawed as everything it touches Gray gives off a gentle vibe Inviting you to binge watch Family Guy all day The emblem of my tech-obsessed generation As strong and powerful as chains Gray is both day and night Balancing them like a scale It is as unwanted as a broken guitar But as coveted as the Holy Grail By Kevin Taylor
Untitled Poem About Blue Blue Mike and Ike in a blue bowl, eaten only by me While a YouTube video Called “10 Hours of Relaxing Music” plays in my head All the candy lined up Along the edge of my desk Forms an ocean Swimming with blue dragons Slowly I must transition into my homework Dragons surround me, Briefly setting my papers on fire Blue shades of Microsoft Word, Google Docs The background on my Gmail page when finally I finish, I eat more blue candy And a dragon flies up to my window I climb on and ride Into the navy blue night By Ben Arthurs
Neon green TM The smell of sour apples picked from a tree The taste of gatorade With the feeling of bubble gum Minecraft slime oozes through its veins Radioactive With attractive, with addictive With rubber hitting the floor You can never get annoyed by A color that wrapped around us Gets in your mouth Your mind And your fist A color you release Pulled by green gravity Found at the center of the universe By: Justinian Lee
Maroon An underrated color Made up of black and red And tastes of creamy red velvet With white frosting When I take a sniff I smell a dark, raspberry smell Almost like a Warhead As I grasp it I graze burgundy sandpaper And feel powerful A portal opens in my mind And I dive into its contents I travel into a fictional land Roamed by pirates I see a vessel With crew piling the helm Captained by a man with fire hanging from his beard The ship’s sails are a blend of black and red And a ragged flag with skull and bones hangs from the mast Maroon An underrated color Nicholas Lubaev
Running in the Bull Run Red is a bull You run and scream Just like the bull runs But YOU ARE the bull Everyone's laughing at you You’re playing field hockey Copy their words, trying hard Not whack them with your stick You stomp through the hall But get up from class with confidence And sometimes it’s tears of fury When the person you're mad at Tries to comfort you You snatch your arm back That’s. True. Fury. You smell like beanboozled Jelly beans and cashmere pink perfume You taste like a flaming red Cry baby, like fire and ice Frozen with realization You Are It By Izzy Smith
Green Green is nature-smell of orchids the blades of the freshly cut grass against your skin trees blowing in the wind Green is happiness-and little kids running around the backyard on a summer night their moms watching from the porch their dads barbecuing ribs Green is freedom-being able to walk outside, And breath the fresh suburban air of Lake Forest, Without a care in the world By Mary Lee
Gr_y The ever alternating sound of halls filled with chatter And the shell of silence In those that are empty . Two spellings, another duality The muffled noise of mourning doves flying away and a single car driving by. The unnoticed noises of life passing. Grey is waiting To be discovered. White: swirling in endless energy Black: trapped in monochromatic melancholy Maybe we have seen wrong and Black is swirling endless energy White is trapped monochromatic melancholy Gray is the mediator Neither is right Neither is wrong Grey can represent both White is the dawn’s glow Black is the dusk’s shadow Gray is twilight The witching hour Grey is your reflection in the window, slowly changing year by year Anton Walvoord
White A new beginning A fresh start Cleansing your palate To reign in a color scheme Stays true to its word Resembles a promise Loyal by your side Even as you seem to walk alone Nature’s hat and North Face coat in winter Gentle as a snowflake landing on your nose Ice cream on Saturday nights While Netflix loads Matching the percents as they get higher by the second. You will find it at the end of the rainbow Just to the left I’m there holding the colors in place Bringing them all together Libby Blodgett
Blue
BLUE IS THE FEELING OF HAPPINESS - A BIRTHDAY LAYING IN THE SUN ON A WARM SUMMER DAY - WITH A GLASS OF LEMONADE UTTERING SIMPLE PHRASES OF JOY - WITH THE FEELING OF FLOATING IN THE SKY ENJOYMENT; PLEASURE; HAPPINESS BEAUTIFUL; EVERLASTING; FUN LAYERS OF WARMTH ON A COLD WINTER DAY UNDERNEATH THE LAYERS OF THE SHIMMERING OCEAN EVERYTHING SUBMERGED UNDER A BLUE ----By Charlie Bernat
Like the Other Girls Light blue isn't you It’s the sky; it’s everywhere You’re ordinary. You love Star-bucks and wear make-up. You think just like everyone else And wear the same all star black Adidas shoes. You’re girly and sassy. But too ordinary. You stand in a crowd and say, “I’m not like other girls.” You look down And your shoes are black Adidas and you are all wearing Ivivva. Sure, little blue, you are Not like the others. By Izzy Smith
The Void Frightened on a moonless night. The bitter taste of black in your mouth The dark side of the brain. The smell of tar stings your lungs. The ringing in your ears that doesn’t stop. The cold touch of ice on your skin. The void in evil’s heart. between friends torn apart. inside the hater’s eyes. The blackness within us where our thoughts go to die. All is black. By: Jonas Kobza
This Poem Doesn’t Need a Colorful Title An intense rush of color A loss of words My heart thuds in my chest as my hands get clammy Even the smallest “hello” comforts Sweetly acidic, artificial From unknown faces, an outgoing smile I close my eyes and soak up the warm beams that hit my skin I radiate energy I climb up the tangled vine Grasping mother nature’s frail hands They help me up and I’m sure I’m not alone Silent streams appear every time they shape me make me stronger It’s broken ankle, a fight, it’s a dumb joke and I can’t stop laughing, a classic guy-gets-girl in the end I can stop and take it in Art holding onto the stem
The things I take for granted red, orange, yellow , green blue, and purple Were not pumped out of a machine But started in the roots of this flower By: Hana Uddin
Pink Ballet shoes worn by a little girl stumbling onto stage The hot lights blind her Like applause She believes She’ll be famous Picking out the tinted jelly beans on Easter Leaving the toxic ones Black and untouched Sprinkles on a cupcake Sinking into the frosting Plastic specs bleed color Tasteless, essential A rare gem A delicate vase A baby's blanket Washed and worn thin By road trips and tea parties One by one a bud awakens Petals on a flower bloom With diminished delight Potential eclipsed Silently, wilting Into the earth Felicity Whidden
Re(a)d A thick liquid Pouring out screams DANGER DANGER DANGER Sending panic through your veins The hexagonal shape In front of your windshield All caps: STOP Knowing you can’t stop Or you’ll be late The eye watering, throat burning, nose sweating Taste that makes you run for water, A taste that can make your lips curl upwards in a sweet smile The shape on a card Making your face feel hot Feeling your own heart beating for someone Cheeks flushed A black and white page Letters put together forming words Words binding into sentences Stories bleeding A signal of pain, Sign of law, a taste of sweet and spicy, a human connection, The color that must be read To be seen. -Evalyn Lee
Seasons of Blue Blue sounds like ocean waves The salt spray in the mouths of kids Sitting in the hot sun along the shore Blue tastes like a melted jolly rancher As a faint smell of vanilla and coconut lingers Like a tropical night in Hawaii It feels fuzzy and warm Like a blanket on a winter day Wrapped around me as I curl Into my soft overstuffed chair in the corner of my blue room -Olivia
The Gold Trophy I skate into the middle of the rink and tug my dress of gold and lace. A small hole in my tights catches my eye A golden voice announces All the places And says my name I glide toward everything golden I kiss it and it tastes Rich Powerful Metalic My fingers skate around its cold rim The trophy smells like pride as I clutch it to my chest I feel new, ready to burst Like a green grape Gold is a Trophy A lucky gift I glide back and stand tall -Anna Ferdkoff
Red The Earth is red Looks like a minecraft bed Tastes like a sandwich without bread Smells like a hospital full of dead Sounds like a episode on YouTube Red Feels sticky like a cherry airhead Tastes like old pencil lead Kiesha Bland
Red Hot peppers, flames, train horns Blaring through the tunnel Blood on your tongue Its residue on your white shirt The sound of the mathematical textbooks slamming shut The heat that bounces off my body And turns me into flames The red expo marker Squeaks across the board Like a bloody footstep in the white snow I look up, glimpse an octagon or another Sign that tells me to stop At the top of the paper: That sharp red F -Sophia Maggos
Hot Teal Balloon I fly high in the sky I look at every inch Of the vast teal Sky in the distance I feel the teal splash Me in the face It’s like catching snow With your tongue in winter It hits my dry mouth and it Tastes like teal gatorade From a local 711 down below The warm teal sky snuggles me Like Tyler’s soft couch It smells like a summer Storm coming to my house I fly back to my bed for sleep The rain pelts against my window I drift into slumber I fall asleep to the color teal By Kaiden Britton
Lime Green A whisper being passed around A mossy brick wall against your back An old Buggy that doesn’t run anymore A moldy uncut lime growing fur in the fruit bowl When people wear me, they spread rumors Nobody thinks of me as human I am an alien of sorts But I want to be trusted Lauren Berish
Red
Sweet taste of blood Having a Bud Emergency of civilians Freedom of Millions Fighting with gun People having fun Kids fighting in war Lake Foresters wanting more Starvation in North Korea Oreo O’s in South Korea The rotting flesh of people The small victory of people D Day in France B Day in France The realities of adulthood The lies told to kids Everlasting fear in war Calmness in US By Maxwell Mullarkey
BLUE Blue is the glassy clear royal blue ocean A city of coral and fish It tastes like rich sea salt caramel It feels like gentle waves Caked with bubbling foam and seaweed Rolling and breaking on your feet Before you jump into the ocean Escaping dreadful sunburns The waves sparkle in the midday sun Suspended in the cloud-dusted pale blue sky A perfect blue day By Daniel Crawford
Red Screams inside your head When you burn your tongue On hot soup You taste red You feel red when you're sitting near a fire The soft heat hitting your face The color of a rose So beautiful Until the sharp pain of a thorn Slowly pierces your finger intensely And draws out the deepest color that runs through your veins Brooke Mordini
Gray Gray is classy I dress up, try to Match light shirt And black leggings Don’t be bland I always thought I leave but will be back I bring the bright colors But then SHUT I am happy without caring I can do sweats with sweaters Black shirt and leggings Don’t have to match Too bright: everyone will stare Go on: I don’t have a smell Or taste. I’m bland gum I am a tempurpedic mattress. Everyone hates But I’m like, I mean I’m gray: Who cares? By Izzy Smith
Red
Roses are love and thorns Romance and agony Bricks build new beginnings. Bricks tear apart old memories. Royal ugliness, evil like the devil, death. The eye of a hurricane is catastrophic. Sly nd secretive, like a fox. Sharp, spicy, and deliciously sweet. An aroma that tempts the air. A fruity, clean, fluorescent smell. Velvet cushion. Deeply, richly, highly Desirable. Ava Trandel
Orange is tacky For cringey people It is heat in Florida Sweaters and carpet Mostly in daylight You try to make a youtube video With your parents phone Because “you don’t want to waste Your storage” but you fail. That’s orange. You go back in time to “your younger self” And try to impress But little you is disappointed. Orange smells artificial Like anesthetic at the dentist’s office It’s the after-taste of ugly Orange-flavored toothpaste. Or baby aspirin. You want more Orange suddenly Until you don’t. But then, sunset comes and only it can calm you By Izzy Smith
YELLOW Yellow is summer, sweet The lemonade stands we had as kids People laughing, cheering like the bright morning sun Shining in the hot humid air It feels like a sticky cold marble table And its smell burns in your nose The color it brings is eye shocking Like staring at the sun for too long The bright happiness that tans your skin Our important words are covered in the color YELLOW BY: Posy Connery
Brown
I’m reliable, everywhere you look I’m there The color of wisdom smooth and deep like an old man sitting in his leather chair with memories of a full life like fertile soil after a flooding loaded with nutrients I tell a story every time I’m viewed People are divided Like at an election Some support me, others dislike me One side says “Go home!” The other says “We love you!” but either way through love or hate I’m the one
-Sean
Magenta The end of the end of the day has begun The final cloud passes over the land Before unveiling the stars, a curtain unveiling a stage One last blast of light Made by a faraway Sun Amplified by cloud. And there it is slowly reeling from red and descending into purple. Magenta. Continuously Conflicted Purple looks greedily from one side Red looks pleadingly from another like two adults in a custody battle Spoiling their child, angling for the spotlight of best parent. Magenta has to make a decision But doesn’t Instead she is her own epiphany Of color
Evergreen is Not a Color Rain Dripping From leaves A laugh In the midst of tears A morning Covered in dew The cool air So fresh you can taste it Pine needles On a white canvas Of snow -Claire Kaplan
Yellow Is failure for failures You fail in school, trying to be light blue Yellow smells like sunshine It gives you sweet daylight But it burns Clouds are better. No one likes yellow It’s the color of blonde hair From a bottle or salon It tastes like you're being drowned By the giant wave in the ocean In Florida after having fun With your sister. You taste the salt And all of a sudden All face ends hurt. Your throat, your nose Ears and eyes The sting is real Get the hose and rinse off Get back out there By Izzy Smith
Turquoise Clean slate of snow, a cold line Of it on the branches Bluish smell of pine needles Middle of winter Waves crash into jagged Rocks along the coast Bitter spearmint of a new piece of gum Stinging your tongue Cool summer afternoon Iced tea on a beach The popping of bubbles Drifting towards the sun or hitting a branch Shy girl Speaking in class Knees shaking Palms sweating Calm once it’s all over Abby Trejo
RED It undulates within you It stands beside you It bubbles beneath you It gazes down at you You feel it take over Every nerve jitters Your head spins Your teeth clatter The apple rolls Your eyes water Your mind expands You grasp it Hanging by a sliver You are empty Your hands burn It falls beside you It’s gone. Redding