Best Kaleidoscope Poems
Round and round I go
Unfolding my spirit of envy and gold
The nascence of a new stone
Hazel room, vibrant lilac sky,
Deep orange haze in a tender place
Arms of sapphire and cornflower blue
Fuchsia beauty drips, covering my ruby lips
All colors drift
On the first day, we met
Visions of dark slate-gray fade away
Firing up the new-age gem
Turning and creating different stars
Magic mint skies
White antique petals follow the current of air
Opal dreams, clouds embedded with impurity
My heartbeat produces flashing colors
The palest amethyst bluebonnet forever fields
Flawless tear-drop streams
Diamond shaped love
Ruby Red promises to keep
Flowing into the deep
Every color spins new
The day I fell in love with you
Peridot lime green tint
A love as old and gray
Olive brownish sun
Honeydew skin
Our future, deeper than aquamarine
Every day you turn fresh new seasons in me
Changing the sequence in my colors and effect
Kaleidoscope Eyes
Reflect by the mirrors of you
Crystallizing everything
through a tiny lens
held firmly with hands
eyes gaze in awe..
with a simple twist
colours explode harmoniously
bright, sparkling,blinding..
the colours are stunning
so vivid, so alive
with truth as in life..
this ever changing vision
is but broken glass shards
not whole, not complete..
simple, plain, tiny pieces
they don't fit, they don't belong
different shades, different sizes..
fragmented, swirling on command
no direction,they stop; at one's touch
and through this seemingly disconnect..
therin lies their beauty
for these tiny glistening pieces
imperfect jewel tone shades, dance; together..
revealing the essence of life,
humanity and all who breathe
for they gloriously join; naturally..
to inspire joy, excitement, wonderment
the green piece could be a used wine bottle
tiny violet piece from a castaway vase..
regardless of their origin
these magnificant, illuminating pieces
unite as one and magically dance..
with truth as in life
beauty is as beauty does
fusing together, naturally, effortlessly..
kaleidoscope..
broken shards now glistening jewels
the spirit of every man, woman and child
is part of this most magical creation..
for every size, shape and gorgeous hue
is us; in every race, age & size
coming together, to create, to inspire..
tunnel vision seamlessly vanishes
as eyes are opened; captivated
at the wonderment, joy and harmony of..
becoming one; beautifully and with faith..
kaleidoscope.
My eyes, some days, a flirty blue,
wink cerulean skies at you.
Let’s dally in sun’s gilded rays.
A flirty blue, my eyes - some days.
At evening time my eyes flash bright
as emeralds in sultry night.
Come bathe with me in passion’s clime.
My eyes flash bright at evening time.
Romantic eyes, with whisper of
soft lavender for one I love.
In gossamer, I’ll mesmerize
with whisper of romantic eyes.
In early morn, a green, pearl-gray
reflects your face in velvet day.
This placid hue my eyes were born-
a green, pearl-gray in early morn.
(My eyes actually change color with the contact lenses I choose to wear
I saw them in the sunlight hovering
above the fragrant bushes on our street.
So many different hues of them! It was inspiring.
Beautiful bright ballerinas drawn to scents so sweet
were for me a wondrous and surprising treat.
So many kinds I witnessed; some rather large, some small.
On one shrub were butterflies pink-winged, but mostly blue.
Across the street were some that seemed dressed up for the fall
with golden flecks and orange streaks; then right around me flew
a group of twirling black-striped green ones ; soon my wonder grew!
Mysteriously, each multi-colored group began to drift
together with the other groups, but why? I only could surmise
that when I saw them all together readying to lift
into the sky, it was a gift meant only for my eyes -
art in graceful motion ascending - a kaleidoscope of butterflies.
Written May 14, 2016
Written: June 26, 2023
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In this vast realm of treacheries untamed,
Where existing accessories are named,
No spry remedies to heal the soul's plight.
We're left to wander through the darkest night.
But what's passed speaks through memories so true,
A reflection of the things we once knew,
Recall them as we dearth, with a twist.
Inserting our frame of mind, we insist.
Such as a kaleidoscope, time spins and turns.
Revealing the colors of all that we've learned,
Each moment is a fragment, a piece of the whole.
A tapestry woven within our souls.
The past is a canvas for us to explore.
A treasure-trove of emotions galore,
But what lens shall we exert to view it unfold?
Which perspective will we screen to behold?
Shall we adjust the lens with a gentle touch?
To focus on joy, the moments we cherish much?
Or twist it with force to magnify pain.
And wallow in sorrow again and again?
Perhaps we'll skew the lens to create a haze.
And blur the memories that our hearts cannot face.
The kaleidoscope of time holds the key.
To shape our past as we wish it to be.
So let us embrace this power we hold.
To mold our history and to be bold.
In the kaleidoscope of time,
We control the narrative and the rhyme.
Let us paint a picture of love and delight.
Of triumph and courage, shining so bright.
With each twist and turn, we can redefine
The tapestry of our lives is so divine.
Green…you always reflected in my peripheral
And kept watch as I tried to color my world
But there I lay in my blacks and my blues,
lifeless and faltering In monotone hues.
Through kaleidoscope eyes, I envisioned my skies
But the pot at the rainbow was storybook lies
so with nothing to gain and nothing to lose,
I just shuffled around In my blacks and my blues.
Never did I imagine you!, Green… to be my savior
But there you arose, out of my dark abyss
With your bottle green dress and scarlet kiss
Your emerald green eyes and unbridled bliss.
Now my kaleidoscope dreams have all been unfurled
Since you Green, have colored my world
You rescued my heart, Green
You rescued my heart.
Astound me with visual auroras
swaths of rainbows in chorus
that leap across lofty skies
strange intriguing patterns that rise
iridescent visions of midnight forests.
Mind bending colors turn sinister
haunting hues no longer minister
I awaken from dystopian dreams
seeking solace from simple means
I bask inside sunlight’s perimeter.
Written on 3/17/2018
(ALLITERATION)
Cows milked: mitigated mooing in the meadows then
Weaving on the warp, some workaholic women
Harvest of hapless halibuts on hooks
Bookish book-worms buried in books
A palomino and a pony patter on the paving
Hucksters and hawkers hawking every housing.
Ravers out on the razzle raising a raucous razz-ma-tazz
Beavers busy building beaver-dams but about it quite blasé.
Doves cooing in divine chorus
Frogs frisking out of focus
Horoscopes are hocus pocus.
Tidal waves of tsunami treacherously tread
Sea-anemones scattered upon the sea-bed.
Geraniums genuflecting in jungle-like gardens
Hunters wary of wandering wild-life wardens.
All this when I ventured about videotaping
Nature's much nicer even with no landscaping
These are direly different scenes from different parts of the globe
Perhaps like a space probe's kaleidoscopic poetic probe
( this poem has every letter of the alphabet except x)
Stained glass bits of past glory, shards of rainbows bright,
Once the star of Bethlehem like diamonds in the cobalt sky.
Oh, how we have fallen, slivers of ourselves are we,
Blood red pieces from His crown of thorns.
Once the star of Bethlehem like diamonds in the cobalt sky,
Now, mere broken bits are we, a kaleidoscopic sigh.
Blood red pieces from His crown of thorns
laying shattered beside the leaf green of Mary’s lily.
Now, mere broken bits are we, a kaleidoscopic sigh,
imprisoned in a hollow form no more to see the sun,
laying shattered beside the leaf green Of Mary’s lily,
a childish offering preordained, fallen glory, pretty toy.
Imprisoned in a hollow form no more to see the sun,
oh, how we have fallen, slivers of ourselves are we.
A childish offering preordained, fallen glory, pretty toy.
Stained glass bits of past glory, shards of rainbows bright.
woodland reflections
painted with autumn’s palette ~
kaleidoscope views
I live in yellow
More colors come to call me
Orange has the edge
12/29/12
Lights on Christmas tree.
Kaleidoscope of colors.
Beauty undescribed.
ATHENS DECEMBER 1983
COSMOS COLOURED KALEIDOSCOPE
A world so full of people,
Yet so empty,
Its vacuum is unbelievably painful,
Our cosmos surrounds us
In it’s infinite greatness,
But within, lies only selfishness.
A planet, a continent
A country, a town,
What does it matter if there
Is no meaning to
It’s very existence,
If for what we are looking
For, lies hidden beneath a
Lifetime’s experimentation?
A vision for a lust
Of living suddenly
Flashes past,
And as thirsty as we are to
Fulfil our innermost desires,
Grasp out and clutch,
At an unfinished dream,
Only to find that this illusion
Is not tangible,
Only imaginable!
Snowy dusks of silver skies;
frosty windowpanes;
icy diamonds on the trees;
pearleascent country lanes.
Bursts of amesthyst and pink
on plum and cherry trees;
nodding bluebells; azure skies;
lavender’s the breeze!
Poppies razzle dazzle red
beneath sun’s amber rays;
green’s the grass till withered brown
on fiery summer days.
Smells and sunsets cinnamon;
that orange pumpkin hue;
russet foilage and gold leaves
till winter’s rendezvous!
Aug. 22, 2021 for Chantelle Anne Cooke's Kaleidoscope Poetry Contest
For 'A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE no 1204' Poetry Contest
late summer morning
yellow goldenrod in bloom
monarchs out feeding
10/1/19
Contest: Writing Challenge, October -Butterfly
Sponsor: Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
* A group of butterflies is called a kaleidoscope.