Human Color

Poem By Donna Lee Womack

There's a man upstairs, he's something Red.
He's just that type to be mislead.

The lady below, she's something Brown.
The one who has the curious frown.

The girl downstairs could be a Green;
A 'green' to me means never seen.

The rest I know, I'll call them White;
they're pretty much what I call bright.

LOL

I say I could be said for Gray...
to pass for evening, night, or day.

I'd rather be Coloful.

Comments about Human Color

Thank you Alex. Colors can be what you make them; just as you can be all you can be in life.: -)
i really like that: -) it's really sweet and i love the way you described people as colours it's cool: -)


Rating Card

4,0 out of 5
1 total ratings

Other poems of WOMACK

Defining Our Motives

What is a motive?
A reason or movement.
Of what could it be; Is it reality?
A move with precision;

I Thank You Lord

I thank you Lord for creating me,
I thank you Lord for disciplining me,
I thank you Lord for showing me;
Your mercy and grace I see.

God's Word Is Powerful

The power of God's Word is infinite;
it gives life to raise the dead.
A covering of protection that is
placed upon your head.

King Jesus

No matter what is painful,
life will mean you good;
Hold your ground and lean on Him,
your heart is understood;