Black is the color of the bottom of a deep silent puddle,
Or the background of a midnight moon.
It creeps in on you when death is near,
And it surrounds you when you’re blind or can’t hear.
Black is the color you think when you’re all alone.
Black is where monsters live,
It’s where I don’t dare go!
Black has many feelings which we all express.
Black stands out from all the rest.
I like black best!
A poem I wrote in school. We were to pick a favorite color and explain why we liked it. Of course mine was in poem form! If you notice most of the examples are dark or scary – this poem actually shares how sad I was when I wrote it.
Julia Ann Ferguson