I will wear purple

  • pauline hague
    8 years ago

    Hi i am new to this group, but am looking for a poem, with the words when i get old i will wear purple , ??? can anyone help please.

  • Faithless
    8 years ago

    Within a minute

    At times you accidentally close your eyes
    drown within your daydream of purple sky
    you spread your wings and start to fly
    like a feather you feel so light

    within this world there's nothing to hide
    there's no argument nor there's a fight
    all your troubles can be push aside
    as your time is no longer tight

    the truth overrides all the lies
    all messages sent has been replied
    when it comes to lunch, you're thinking korean or thai?
    indulging into the cuisine that you never tried

    Ever so beautiful are the butterflies
    you run around the garden of giant bonsai
    you don't want to part from this lovely sight
    cause everything here just feels so right

    But the light seems to get more bright
    colours turn from purple to crimson sky
    butterflies starts to die, the green grass start to dry
    you open your eyes it's only a minute to five

    Office Crush

    There she is sitting there
    in front of her comp
    feeling cold, she wrapped herself
    with her purple sweater to keep herself warm

    Silky hair, flawless skin
    she looks lovely wearing her black hairpin
    blessed with a beauty from deep within
    she's like an angel born without a sin

    we passed each other a couple of times
    but neither of us said a word
    we didn't even try to flirt
    we just kept focusing with our work

    I wonder what's going through your mind?
    are you stress trying to meet the deadline?
    maybe it's time for you to sit back and unwind
    clear your mind and sip some wine

    though i tried to give you some subtle signs
    at times our eyes are as good as blind
    we just carry on doing the things that we're assigned
    forgetting where to draw the line

    Having to sit across of you
    I had the greatest view
    but instead of chatting up with you
    I just sat at my chair and talk to Andrew

    Little Purple Girl

    Little purple girl lives in a purple world
    Little purple girl likes to laugh and giggles
    She lives in a life full of bubbles
    like a princess she lives in a castle

    for her breakfast she only have cereals
    and morning soda that pops and fizzles
    with the sound of hot steam from the kettle
    it gently reminds her of her skittles

    her favourite book is Hansel and Gretel
    she looks out the window and she saw a beetle
    eating its way through the red delicious apple
    she quickly records the events on to her journals

    as petals from the purple flowers unfurls
    she releases her beautiful curls
    puts on her black and silver bangles
    but tries not to be like the other girls

    She's off to school wearing her fashion label
    she sashay through the hall just like her idol
    seducing all the hot boys never seems like a hurdle
    cause she's sugary and sweet just like a model

    -Well i don't know if this helps but yeah...
    all of the above poems are written by me

  • Ray Smallshaw
    8 years ago

    Hi Tasteless if you are interested the format for this poem is below. It was chosen as the UK's 22 out of a 100 favourite poems in a book called The Nations Favourite Poems and is currently 18 in the the Poemhunter.com top 500

    Warning by Jenny Joseph

    When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
    With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
    And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
    And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
    I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
    And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
    And run my stick along the public railings
    And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
    I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
    And pick flowers in other people's gardens
    And learn to spit.

    You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
    And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
    Or only bread and pickle for a week
    And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

    But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
    And pay our rent and not swear in the street
    And set a good example for the children.
    We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

    But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
    So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
    When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.