Best Chameleon Poems
Autumn's beautiful changes
- radiance glows
carved out of the rainbow
The chameleon adjusts the colors
- the display is magnificent
The thirst that rises from the soul
long drink glass with ice cubes and fruit
- autumn's honey breath
Exploring multiple dimensions
Beauty is meant to be appreciated
in trusting kisses
My queen, at her death
you were a momentary ornament in gold
- affection gracious
Shadow of the chameleon grows
In the faults of the earth the last act is shown
with a soft voice that caresses your ears
Every stormy night, she rests in the earth's temple
Let
your
talent
flow and grow
as
words
on an
arid world
An encouragement to all PS poets
inspired by your poetry this morning as I read and replied to my PS mail.
She’s a chameleon
The reflection
Of her surroundings
Changing on a whim
With the world around her
Unrecognizable
One day to the next
Swaying with the wind
No one knows her
Least of all herself
Toying with the hearts
Of those around her
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on March 16, 2019
In youthful exuberance I become a culture bandit
Well exposed, but never really learning.
Modernity taking a toll as Papa and Ante chased the goods
For my sake they said... No mistakes... deed was good
Nanny TV with her bright inviting light
My imagination on wide escapades around the world
And farther altering my personality by giving me languages, dress codes, and even an accent.
So I stole, other cultures infused, fitting in everywhere or so I thought.
And Yet
In all my juvenile delinquency I could never, tell an adult to his face you are wrong
Revering old age; what is that, where is that from?
In my Success in Corporate with policy of first names and no regard for age but ability and brain
I could never bring myself to say Pat.
Aunty Pat can you please email the document to me
Wait, what? Am I not her boss.
So I stole…. Other cultures infused, fitting in everywhere, Or so I thought.
Drawn to the immaculate white of that gown
Instinctively I top it off with a colorful Kente Scarf?
The height I can rock in these 6 inch heels
but how Royal the Ahenema slippers makes me feel
This perfect perfect pony will do well with…. no not pearls or sapphire;
Animal bone necklace and earrings
Oh how perfect my manicure will be accessorized with these….no not diamonds
Bamboo bangles
I will wear the jeans, But only with that tank top with Adinkra symbols
So I stole… other cultures infused, fitting in everywhere… or so I thought.
My true culture grasping at my core
As I gasped, when that little boy called his father’s friend Larry
When He picked the carrot stick with his left hand from the bowl serving the community I died
Though it didn’t make sense because as a right handed person I would say my left hand is as clean as dried
I smiled brightly when that couple spoke Twi, while we waited for the A- train on the subway
My Culturally biased heart coveting a conversation
So I stole, Other cultures infused, fitting in everywhere
A cultural bandit … infused with other cultures… blending in well, or so I thought.
Without need of Affirmation, I have Ghanaian blood flowing through my veins
I know the voice of my people, the beautiful colour
Of the soul that makes a Ghanaian.
In the mother land or not. Ghana comes with us.
From generation to generation Ghana is us
Perfect Culture Chameleons
We fit right in
Ghana is our heritage.
In youthful exuberance I become a culture bandit
Well exposed, but never really learning.
Modernity taking a toll as Papa and Ante chased the goods
For my sake they said... No mistakes... deed was good
Nanny TV with her bright inviting light
My imagination on wide escapades around the world
And farther altering my personality by giving me languages, dress codes, and even an accent.
So I stole, other cultures infused, fitting in everywhere or so I thought.
And Yet
In all my juvenile delinquency I could never, tell an adult to his face you are wrong
Revering old age; what is that, where is that from?
In my Success in Corporate with policy of first names and no regard for age but ability and brain
I could never bring myself to say Pat.
Aunty Pat can you please email the document to me
Wait, what? Am I not her boss.
So I stole…. Other cultures infused, fitting in everywhere, Or so I thought.
Drawn to the immaculate white of that gown
Instinctively I top it off with a colorful Kente Scarf?
The height I can rock in these 6 inch heels
but how Royal the Ahenema slippers makes me feel
This perfect perfect pony will do well with…. no not pearls or sapphire;
Animal bone necklace and earrings
Oh how perfect my manicure will be accessorized with these….no not diamonds
Bamboo bangles
I will wear the jeans, But only with that tank top with Adinkra symbols
So I stole… other cultures infused, fitting in everywhere… or so I thought.
My true culture grasping at my core
As I gasped, when that little boy called his father’s friend Larry
When He picked the carrot stick with his left hand from the bowl serving the community I died
Though it didn’t make sense because as a right handed person I would say my left hand is as clean as dried
I smiled brightly when that couple spoke Twi, while we waited for the A- train on the subway
My Culturally biased heart coveting a conversation
So I stole, Other cultures infused, fitting in everywhere
A cultural bandit … infused with other cultures… blending in well, or so I thought.
Without need of Affirmation, I have Ghanaian blood flowing through my veins
I know the voice of my people, the beautiful colour
Of the soul that makes a Ghanaian.
In the mother land or not. Ghana comes with us.
From generation to generation Ghana is us
Perfect Culture Chameleons
We fit right in
Ghana is our heritage.
A male frog was playing near the swamp, being watched by a chameleon. The frog sensed someone is watching him, but cannot clearly see where what he senses stands.
From the bent bark of a tree near the swamp, the chameleon with constricted eyes slowly moves close to the frog.
The frog saw the chameleon and said, "Why are you watching me?"
The chameleon said, "I am fascinated by your glossy green skin."
"Thank you," said the frog, "but you are more fascinating because you can change colors -- camouflaging anywhere without being noticed!"
"I may be, but I look ugly and nasty to everyone." replied the chameleon.
The frog said, "Everything on earth is fascinating and everybody is beautiful."
"What made you say that?" asked the chameleon.
"When I was born, I was ugly too. While growing up, many of my kind didn't play with me because of my appearance."
"Can we be friends?" the chameleon asked.
"Right now, we already are. Just think beautiful about yourself and forever to everybody you will always be!"
Wearing a suit of many colors,
he made himself visible to few others.
Hiding in the shadows for years and years.
One day right before me he just appeared.
Being shy, this chameleon tried to hide...
from the feelings buried deep down inside.
He then turned yellow when he said to me...
you bring me sunshine on a cloudy day.
In all my years I've never felt this way...
and there's something else that I would like to say...
Now turning red he said you have my heart.
From this day on let us make a new start.
Then turning blue...he said please marry me,
my love for you is as vast as the sea.
So...this is how this story came to be...
he blends in nicely with my family...
their all birds living up in a tree.
Gee...wasn't that how it's suppose to be?
P.R.Deremer
The Strychnine Chameleon
Such playful things
My playful dreams
Bananafishbones
And wild mood swings
So strange is behind me
And strange is my place
Laughs screaming so LOUD
I fell far from Grace
Strychnine Chameleon
Designed so unique
Laughs screaming LOUDER
I’m fearing my fate
Love~ lies to leave me
Despised turned to hate
Laughs even LOUDER
So dark in my mind
Crisscross me chaos
It’s me I can’t find
Death comes then leaves me
So painstaking, what made it?
Cynic of colors
~This pain, “I CAN’T TAKE IT!!!”
Strychnine Chameleon
The needle in my vein
So vain
I’m only happy when it rains
My reign
So tragic how it all began!
Wicked I stand
Arm raised
I solute
My god praised
Filth
Repute
Strychnine Chameleon
Black and death are my soul
Sick in my taste
So sick in my hole
Suffering upside down
And suffering for more
My misery
The penetration of my agony
No death does part
Bleed me all
In treachery
Bleed me all
Eternity
So
Give me you
And suffer me
Sacrifice
This soul of mine
Consequence
In this world of mine
Judgment comes
No tomorrow’s mine
With sleight of hand
Why doesn’t panic set in?
“WHY DOESN’T PANIC SET IN!!!”
With these pictures of you
Why doesn’t my easel set true?
It isn’t enough for me to love~
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I sat one evening in the park
upon a bench I thought my own
but as the dusk got down to dark,
I realized I was not alone
I hadn't seen from where he'd come
or got a strong look at his face
but he was there, green as a plumb
where had so long been empty space
He beamed a right polite 'Good day!'
but when I made to shake his hand,
he seemed from sight to fade away
like seaside foam into the sand
Then, as I stared in disbelief
down at the empty wooden seat,
his silhouette in bas-relief
appeared again, from head to feet!
I found this process very strange
but he explained as best he could,
he hadn't left, he'd only changed
his coloring to match the wood
We chatted when my wits returned,
his pattern shifting now and then.
He was a reptile, soon I learned
and called himself 'Cha-me-le-on'
As topics changed, I noticed that
his coloration changed in kind
and I could tell, throughout our chat,
exactly what was on his mind
Now, poker is my favorite sport,
I rake in fortunes with the card,
in part, because those of his sort
make taking babies candy hard
At that, I left but told my name
and address and the time of day
that I was next to hold a game,
inviting him to come and play
Game day arrived and he was there
but came in late to join the fun
and though he dived into his chair,
the show already had begun
I poured a scotch and dealt him in,
explaining how a hand was played,
then sat where I could watch his skin
and witness any change it made
Then he allowed us all to see,
a wealth bound tightly in a wad
that, awed, I vowed eventually,
would come round to myself, by God!
A patsy if there'd ever been,
I got him taught as best I could
but plotting, thought, "If this is sin,
then please, don't ask me to be good!"
In my delight, I failed to spot,
until the night progressed a pace,
my guest caught every other pot
with not one hint wrought on his face
and as he smiled, I realized
that though my friend no clue had shown,
I'd bet you twenty mint that I'd
supplied him plenty of my own!
Thus, Lizards Poker isn't fun
and you must hold your empty seats
if you meet old Cha-me-le-on...
He's just cold-blooded, plus - he CHEATS!
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chameleon syndrome-
perpetual changes
where e'er wind blows....
Note: For Chris' "Yet Another Senryu Contest"
Carlos the chameleon likes to wave at passersby,
But none of them wave back at him which makes poor Carlos cry.
He stands there by his house and waves as loudly as he can,
They all ignore him, that’s not fair, he doesn’t understand.
It’s not that they don’t like him, yes he’s loved by one and all,
But none of them can see him ‘cos he blends in with the wall.
Caped chameleon
glided on the wings of Sky:
camouflaged with Wind.
Chameleon
Colorful, Slow
Looks, Changes, Hides
Turns colors in fear
Lizard
Chameleon - Friend or Foe
A tree dwelling lizard with sticky tongue,
Changes its colours to suit its purpose.
Native to Africa, furthest south,
A shrewd and calculating reptile.
Stereoscopic eyes scheming projections,
Uniquely adapts and conforms.
Cunning deceptions, misleading intentions,
Ensures self preserving survival.
Skin rough and weathered with tiny scales,
Exhibits shades of envy, jealousy.
Seldom evoking strong emotion,
It adapts its colours to company.
Its Camouflage often mistakable,
Chameleons fill the forest.
Playing dead in presence of predators,
A self promoting carnivore.
A Chameleon is a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Red, red, red is all the man ever sees of his family.
With all that's going on, the orange-faced man has been unhinged.
He could've shone like yellow but he's too busy hiding from the crows.
Oh look who's here, the wise-looking man in blue has joined the queue
Right behind up comes the man in indigo looking all depressed.
When the mysterious man in violet arrived, everyone disappeared.
I'm a chameleon with the skin of a thousand rainbows
The voice of a thousand instruments.
The identity of a thousand people
The genuine me lays beneath a thousand meters.
For the dread of predators still lingers.
Notes
This poem is dedicated to all the people who are/has been bullied as it mostly reflects what became of me after being bullied. I no longer choose to reveal who I really am, but rather decided to behave like other people depending on various situations in fear that others may prey on my true self. The first 7 lines are of the colors of a rainbow to signify hope and the several outcomes of being bullied while the lines after is mostly what became of that man, aka me.
Hope you guys enjoy it and don't ever let bullies dictate your life, stand up to them with your friends and family, don't face it alone. :)