Red Like blood dribbling out of a heart, Like a sun dribbling with light, Like love dribbling out of my soul For you.
Orange Like an orange fruit abundant with flavor, Like a sword abundant with heat from the fight, Like a warning abundant with fright For the oncoming storm. Yellow Like a wonderful sunshiny sun, Like a highlighter oh so wonderful, Like a sign so wonderful that people must obey it; If they do not lives will be lost.
Green Like a plant growing quickly out of the ground, Like a vest growing smaller after every wash cycle, Like your eye growing more wrinkled over the years From those wonderful smiling moments. Blue Like a open summer sky, Like a ballerina tutu fluttering open in the dance, Like a pond only open For one summer; this one.
Indigo Like the inside of my room with the light off, Like the inside of my eyelid when I sleep, Like the inside of a blackened piece of coal In the fireplace.
Violet Like the end of the rainbow, Like a ribbon in a box, Like the sorrowful balloon with a broken string From the fair.
In my opinion, blood is interesting because it's usually associated with trama and feelings, and it has a way of reminding us what mortality actually means. It's a part of us... the more we lose the more we lose ourselves.
This is a really interesting poem, I like the repetition throughout the lines. My only critique would be to use more sophisticated words for in the place of some of them. The tone is very somber and romantic, but that tone is broken a bit by the use of 'sunshiny'. Also, you describe 'indigo' as a black sort of color, but in the color spectrum world (which is described here in the rainbow) it is a blue-violet and is generally categorized as violet. Overall though, I think that this is a great poem!
I actually do like the poem as well, it gives me a lot of ideas for different styles to add depth to my poetry. For instance, what if you changed the title to "Colors", and then added a line about rainbows being inside everything if you can only look deep enough.