Best Polychromatic Poems
R a i n ~ a misted mirror
coated in petrichor pain ~
fused with memories
pirouetting through the
veiled salt of the earth,
caressing the Pina Colada dreams
adrift in the icy-blue air,
amidst clouds soaked
in prismatic hues ~
arching like opalescent canopies,
to hide the despair I’ve draped
in dragonfly hues that no one knows
but the moon and his
merciful silver, forever stroking
the silken surface of s i l e n c e ~
homed within my
heart that aches…
And along with the thunder ~
came confetti of scars,
a piercing flash of metallic truth
revealing midnight rays
of how I’ve long been the storm ~
a murky sky of cracked constellations,
a rush of roaring torrents,
driving my thoughts to the honed
borderline of tremors and torture ~
teetering on forsaken fragility.
O dahlia dawn ~
I am the splitting tempest,
the spectral outline of
electrified lightning.
I taste the bittersweet flavors
of opaline stars ~
trembling in angst,
as fleeting sparks of the buried past,
too, feel the hurt beneath
the pansies of paradise,
where angels unfurl their
wings, sprinkling tears of hope
upon the battlefield of
shattered dreams,
lamenting the endless war
that burns in the olive-green
orchard of the grief-struck mind,
where fairy-lights
flicker neon hints of
prejudice through broken twigs ~
a pitiful perception,
amplifying the echoing embers
floating above puddles
of weathered lilies,
stained with dust and powder,
weaving a requiem for the
f a l l e n jewels,
walking through the trails
of bruises and tilted tulips,
bleeding poetry ~
beautified with
polychromatic phrases
and falcon ink that cuts
through paper promises,
leaving nothing but a restless reverie,
breathing in the quivering
warmth of quietude…
Categories:
polychromatic, angst, imagery, poetry, poets,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Fly me to the moon, my love
Let's embark our fresh new start
Hand in hand
We'll leave all the worries behind
And bury our glitters in the galaxy
Make them splendid
Like no other star
Or build our own castle in the ocean deep
Let the inhabitants be our witnesses
They'll dance through the waves
They'll sing melodies
Only our hearts could hear
As we explore our own realm
And make it polychromatic
Not even rainbow could ever
Dare to beat
See the birds in the velvet sky
From biggest to littlest
Humming and soaring high
Even the industrious ants
Paused a moment
Or the trees
Or the grass in the earth
Swaying harmoniously
Or feel the zephyr!
Touching our deepest skin
Delighted, honored and pleased
As we paint our very own masterpiece
Categories:
polychromatic, beautiful, celebration, dedication, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
I’m singing in colors of champagne sapphire
curating mauve rhymes from orchid twilight,
as bleached butterflies bloom and soar higher,
candles of love rekindle through moonlight.
Polychromatic phosphenes burn so bright.
Twin flames of technicolor fiesta,
paint dusky horizons from stellar heights
when blood rose within lies in siesta.
Aureolin strokes of firm faith transpire,
thawing blue icicles on frosty thorns
Tossing pastel petals dipped in despair.
Yet, stars above the raven valley mourn,
sprinkling pixie dust upon mellow horns,
Hoping someday there'll be no unseen tears
Pushing soulmates to the pyre in forlorn.
We rewrite neon swan-songs with no fears
Perhaps, black is the synonym of love,
woven to the silver wings of midnight.
Categories:
polychromatic, color, love, metaphor, poems,
Form:
Rhyme
Raging Red nailed by reason to controlled anger
Shaded disappointment lies deceit corroding grey
White like the bathroom cleaner You swallowed
The smell of empty boundaries transgressed
Rusty razorblades oozing blood and manipulation
Distasteful taste of rotting matter mottled flesh
Colouring outside a medley of confused emotions
A striking demonstrative match incinerating
Abusing trust respect compassion care and shooting
Salvos like a paint ball onto pained grave canvas
Surely a polychromatic cry for helping with the
‘What’ the ‘Self’ the self-destructive saturation
But mind you this is a chance now one opportunity
To link from dot to dot your bleeding droplets
Yours to own disown your brush to break or stroke
31st 2018
Categories:
polychromatic, depression,
Form:
Free verse
In the dark I stood hand in hand with you
At the laughing polychromatic field
Of illusory time with wings of blue
Expectant to have your crimson wounds healed
It was I who spoilt the mathematics
Enthralled by a pair of jingling pink feet
Rendering my sensors problematic
Choosing the hilly apples amply sweet
At its core were ravens that I didn't know
Take my ice in your fire and let me melt
So said I and waited for a blue blow
But met just stones that in the cottage dwelt
It was right that you couldn't forgive my flaws
Meanwhile time flew on the wings of white cranes
Both of us kept loyal to the love's laws
Had time sat intact at that romance lane
Nor do I need to erase the pink pain
Some aches seek preservation in white chest
I cherish living in the time again
Listening to the rain-drop sounds in breast
If I could just turn back the hands of time
I'd have burnt myself in your restless flame
I'm sure we could have gotten back the rhyme
Many knots I couldn't resolve in the game
How long will last this pain gnawing at heart
Some say you will return at a new dawn
Though I see no trace of grace in desert
Cups of balmy time for ever are gone
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October 11, 2019
If only we could turn back the hands of time
Poetry Contest : Sponsored by: Silent One
Categories:
polychromatic, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Everyone sees color differently
some color-blind
yet they know the texture and
warmth of shades, bland
grays more a product of heart
and not one’s eyes –
not all black and white, coldly set,
appealing only a stark contrast
some light embracing its
fine-line shadows
as midnights with stars and
moon in warmth of touch –
meet me in the polychromatic
moment, where all spectrum
shards of color im-prismed
are released, forever to unveil a
harmony unbreached….
Categories:
polychromatic, character, color, community, family,
Form:
Free verse
'Tis so, I adore a polychromatic Muse.
She's a plethora of jolly dramatic hues.
Not to bore yuh surely with rant sophomoric,
But her aura is purely phantasmagoric.
I hear people ask, “Am I her signif other?"
But fear she might see me as only a brother.
It is quite fantabulous and those sorts of things;
So we, the two of us, will be looking at rings.
Categories:
polychromatic, art, crush, desire, engagement,
Form:
Rhyme
Mysterious brain jewel radiation chamber
Prismatic refraction blue sapphire ruby emerald amber
Electromagnetic spectrum distribution
Tubular nerve net staccato syncopation
Chameleon shape blender shifter
Kaleidoscopic genetic mutation sifter
Polychromatic vector generator
Infinite recombination stimulator
Reboot jack gray matter rejuvenation
Press automatic driver repeat backbeat
Feedback reverb downbeat slack beat
Routine maintenance check
Dream sleep mode
Shut down
Categories:
polychromatic, technology,
Form:
Free verse
Imagine a life without holes.
An unstable world,a round figure of nothing.
A straight line,smells like ptomaine.
Holes are everywhere,white and black,
polychromatic,pretty and ugly.
Holes that you may fill,other you may not.
They can think,memorize,imagine.
Emotional holes,logical,positional,
in a chessboard,a second before a knight arrives.
Holes in my body,in your body,his or her,
screaming for pleasure,with or without morals.
Living there,breathe,judge the way you treat them.
A hole can kill you,can make you suffer.
They are in brains,in hearts.
In great losses.
When out of nowhere they are born,proud,
captivated eventually,died full of years.
Significant holes,in maps,in history.
They feed on hopes,feelings,aspirations,
organic,inorganic matters.
Holes reborn,only looked at us.
Naked.
Categories:
polychromatic, art, depression, funny, health,
Form:
Free verse
What a magical place, the beach.
Where there is no need to sing and no need to look back to the regrets of each day.
Where we can silently listen to what it is the waves try to tell
Where the rocks serve as the cushion where we softly lay down each painful
memory, that even though they hurt we want to protect.
Where the past becomes jealous of the present.
Where we patiently await for the waves to carry away the message in a bottle to some
safe and nonexistent destination.
Yes, the beach, where the cool breeze caresses the stress and sadness off our faces
Where crying in the rain is over-rated
Where every tear drowns a memory
And the waves crash against the rocks as if beating an odd
Where there is no need to sing, do you hear the wind? Do you understand its melody?
Can you feel its strength undressing every inch of every scar time has tattooed in our
lives?
The beach and its wide space where you can hear the eco of your silence screaming into
the air whatever it is that makes you silently cry.
Where every ray of sun burns the unnecessary and painful thoughts that float into space.
Yes, the beach where the silence is invaded by the splendid rudeness of the wind
Where you can build a castle in the sand, be the queen/king, and rule the world.
Where we can freely unleashed the Black Stallion inside our spirits that we are forced to
imprison.
Where you see the future shine in the polychromatic coral reefs.
Where salt taste so sweet.
The beach where 5:00 A.M. is the precise time to live for an eternity and 6:00pm the
precise time to leave it all behind and start all over again.
Categories:
polychromatic, adventure, dedication, faith, hope,
Form:
Free verse
I remember childhood carousel mirrors,
antique, ornate, intoxicating, glimmering,
glinting, gleaming, turning,
calliope piping, toy top twirling, shimmering.
I remember all those early years of yearning.
I remember grainy analog TV,
pallid, pasty-faced, fuzzy vestiges,
wavy-gray shadow-shades so giddy.
I remember the vapid, vacant egregious,
the dull corporate thievery of the airwaves.
I remember polychromatic butterflies,
splodgy, splotchy, wavy, Lepidoptera,
dewy glorious mornings playing in a puerile land.
I remember wispy pastels, childish whispered chimera hopes.
We all wanted to believe in the carousel.
I remember wooden yearlings swirling,
ponies pumping, rolling, my resemblance careening,
my semblance of being aspiring in glittery silvery sterling.
I remember so many seraphs pirouetting,
all silently streaming, mercifully redeeming.
I remember childhood carousel mirrors.
Categories:
polychromatic, childhood, dance, happiness, imagery,
Form:
Rhyme
Let's
Writhe pleasingly just below the pole, red, hot reggae style
Absorb the arousal created by bright melon orange sunsets, spreading deep rays still warm on the skin
~ComLetUs~
Admire the setting of the scorching core of light, center of the Solar System, Milky Way Galaxy, Universe as it dissipates in the blink of an eye, below the white frigid depths of the Ocean’s deep, cool, blue hue
Dance; gracefully toss back and forth, to and fro in the polychromatic afterglow
Sunshine Williams
Categories:
polychromatic, beautiful, dance, how i
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Unimaginable beauty:
I found myself walking alone
far removed from humanity
in a large meadow overgrown
with kaleidoscopic poppies:
oranges, blues, crimsons and yellows
each indiscriminately
commingled in this meadow
like an incongruous painting;
yet, in my eyes, a masterpiece:
A polychromatic blending
of hues quivering in the breeze
as I stood amidst the allure
of their stupefying grandeur.
Categories:
polychromatic, nature,
Form:
Verse
Bang! The Creator
Fourteen billion years ago, sky t’was vacant, stark and wanting
Bang! Floods in red, orange, yellow, yellow-white and the bluest of blue
The softer She pushed just extended the incandescent spawning
Polychromatic optics filled the void, which now gleans with stars of unparalleled hue
Rhyming Quatrain
Fantasy for Mystic Rose
6/23/2015
Categories:
polychromatic, creation, fantasy, stars,
Form:
Quatrain
Bloom in early morn,
polychrome bells twist on vine.
Bright sun brings your show.
Categories:
polychromatic, beauty, flower, nature,
Form:
Haiku