The Color Ivy

by Ramblings of an ageing Kid   Dec 14, 2011


Oh don't you color my voice with colors of ivy
Imprisoning me in my own room

My mind starts to shiver out sanity
You have put me through

My body is taunting to refrain of walking
Your faulty rues

My tongue is hesitant to talk
In turns and cues

My flesh is rotten
My words are forgotten

My senses decayed
My thoughts are strayed

My questions opposed
My loved ones disposed

And when I scream
When I cry out save my dream

You color my voice with colors of ivy
Imprisoning me in my own room

Can't you understand that
I despise your gloom?

Promises you break
Drenches into my intake

Of joy with grief
Weakens my belief

Destroys my creativity
Brings me toxicity
Within my veins

And when I tell my story
Howling in glory

You color my voice with colors of ivy
Imprisoning me in my own room

Why do you wish to kill me?
I never die yet I cry of what you put me through

Stones can't kill
Words can't kill
Bullets can't kill
Bombs can't kill
Lies can't kill

You can't kill an Idea, sir!
You can only torment an Idea, sir!
To grow fiercer and stronger, sir!

You can only color my voice with colors of ivy
Dashing to ravish yours in my own room

*I would like to Thank MeMe for helping me out with the title :DDD

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  • 1 year ago

    by ether

    This is an amazing write! I love "you can't kill an idea" - however it almost seems as though this poem belongs in a Sad or Dark category with the morbid themes throughout. I enjoyed the simplicity of the writing style, the short stanza's executed your message very well. There's good flow here too. Well written.

  • 5 years ago

    by A lonely soul

    This poem echoes a revolutionary's voice (Egyptian) seeking true liberation (democracy), from suppression, first by a dictator and now his henchmen (military). The 2-line stanza's carry the hidden sentiments very well. The poem seethes through your mind, and stands out because of the strength in the desire to breakthrough oppression.

    Oh don't you color my voice with colors of ivy
    imprisoning me in my own room

    I interpret it as ...don't you suppress my voice ...colors of ivy could be interpreted 2 ways: as a poison, or as the bright red colors of the Boston ivy (fall color Ivy), with red depicting blood as in more bloodshed. Imprisoning me in my own room.....depicts stifling in some form, in one's own home=country.
    The ensuing stanzas depict the intense anguish that builds within, with the desire to be free ...to be liberated from tyranny spanning decades.
    Very well portrayed throughout.

    The ending stanzas powerfully portray a revolutionary's thoughts and strengthening voice:

    Stones can't kill
    Words can't kill
    Bullets can't kill
    Bombs can't kill
    Lies can't kill

    You can't kill an Idea, sir!
    You can only torment an Idea, sir!
    To grow fiercer and stronger, sir

    And a superb ending rhetoric to the military rulers:

    You can only color my voice with colors of ivy
    Dashing to ravish yours in my own room

    (Judging comment 12-18-11)

  • 5 years ago

    by TJ Arizona Eagle

    An amazing write.
    You said so much in each line that the reader could completely relate too.
    Strong wording, full of passionate, and emotional value.

  • 5 years ago

    by Hellon

    I really enjoyed this piece from you. It's a very strong poem with a strong message and yet you have managed to get it across without it been too ''in your face'. I think this is because it had a melodic rhyme to it....like rap perhaps? Anyway, as I said, very enjoyable.

    My tongue is hesitated to talk

    ^^^^

    I think it should be hesitant?

  • 5 years ago

    by PinkyPrincess

    Wow, this poem is amazing! I love it from start to finish... I must say I imagined this poem as a song! I was thinking of how it would sound if you sang it, and I think it would be a pretty awesome song, maybe you could try singing it and see what happens!

    I really liked the title, and loved the repetition of "You color my voice with colors of ivy
    Imprisoning me in my own room" I think it adds so much meaning to the poem. You did a great job with this poem, and your poems always have passion and meaning to them =)

    Brilliant poem!

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