Best Prism Poems
socialism communism fascism despotism
buddhism catholicism hinduism zoroastrianism
territorialism colonialism imperialism expansionism
positivism relativism behaviorism existentialism
adventurism escapism negativism nihilism
puritanism fanaticism extremism terrorism
sexism chauvinism ultra-nationalism jingoism
hedonism epicureanism ~ stoicism asceticism
patriotism heroism altruism idealism
activism idealism individualism exceptionalism
atheism deism monotheism paganism
optimism pessimism cynicism romanticism
atheism secularism humanism utopianism
hypnotism mysticism exorcism surrealism
~ and what if there were a schism in each and every 'ism!'
Spring Prism
Prisms leap
From the wombs of raindrops
Born on bits of sunshine
Spring kaleidoscope
In flowing ribbons,
A floral bouquet
Joined then translated into
Flames of crimson roses
Beams of orange tulips
And rays of new chartreuse leaves
Beacons of pale bluebells
Purples shafts of hyacinth and lilacs
When color trickles into a sunbow
Like springs released
Bursting into a fountain of rainbows –
Light wakes hibernating hues of shadows.
Each Friday recedes in burgundy
Bathed ardently in Luna’s kiss
But, Sunday will dawn cerulean
With dulcet tones of lovers’ bliss
Bearing flavors wantonly consumed
I greet each hue voraciously
I taste the spectrum more than I see
My senses piqued peculiarly
As kaleidoscopic concertos
Obscure my sight in grand array
Each blending shade completes the phrasing;
Brilliantly, prism love songs play
*For Brian Strand's "Intervals" contest.
Note: The concept for this piece was inspired by those who experience a phenomenon called
Synesthesia.
an angel in white gown entered prism home, exited colourfully
your reflected love
a ray of sunshine on pain
lights up dark alleys
© Harry J Horsman 2018
Word Prism Poem 1-26-26
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Prisms
Solid clear crystals
carved with facets ~
geometric fantasy.
Splashes rainbows on walls
sings with color ~
humming bands of hues.
No eyes nor ear nor nose,
clothes waterfalls, full moons and coronas ~
makes sunbows without rainstorms.
Delight sighs at smorgasbord of colors,
gasping at beauty's pure miracle ~
gemstone prisms make awe sparkle.
An angelic being,
helping to guide and protect us.
Seen by some but mostly unseen.
They can ring bells,
and sing in the wind.
Even be heard in a soft whisper.
Looking like a fluffy cloud,
wearing a white flowing gown.
Wearing wings and a pretty halo.
Have not seen them,
but have seen the effects from them.
Have written about them.
Prism colored bracelets...
Dancing on my sun-blessed shelf,
Embracing one another.
Put me in a most mellow trance.
Coffee in an etched glass mug,
The day begins!
With purrs and a very warm, calico hug.
Panagiota Romios
3/21/2019
spaces spaces
the very first day where
you left the womb
traffic still running on
windshield wipers against rain
shaking meter
watching this foggy
sidewalk, your body inside
a million other lives
spaces spaces
either before or behind
you leave them
How am i to tell you?You bring happiness in my life,with every glimpse
of your love,with your each and every smile.How am i to tell you?you
bring fire in my life.You're the ray the sun shines through,You're pure
passion to my eyes.
Basic foundation of a basic shape
Triangle as the first layer
Of Understanding
Prism as the finest layer
Of Creation
When in motion it expresses rhythm
Standing still It immortalizes vision
Of articulating communications
Of evoking interactions
Of realizing the sign & symbol
Translated
Into a vertical infinite motion
Inviting appreciator
To be part of the forces
To go beyond realization
Vertical dynamics
Motion and movement
The stillness of
Isomorphic variations
In pursuit of finding correlations between things that may have once seemed separate
where simplicity breeds complexity and when energy epitomizes its own fields of existence
Let the city commences its dialogue
Between steels, greens, and everything in between
Pictorial linearity
a much welcomed sight
of such landscape ambience
Shattered opals flash
colored prisms aground.
Iridescent light
twinkles a rich cache
atop snow's lush white.
Deep hefty snow
captivates me.
Thick cream blanket
charms earth with glee.
Shining sun,
sitting low,
prime pose shows
Winter
Opals
Glow.
Prism
Driving wild
Bending over corners
Racing on curved rainbow colored roads
Without sleep my gal and I just keep on trucking
Like a couple of lost prisms fractured by the lightning strikes
In turn, we reflect on branching roads, break of day, and make our way back home
Created by: Earl Schumacker on 12/18/14 for Nette Onclaud’s “ ENCHANTMENT THROUGH A PRISM” ¬- Poetry Contest – Theme - #5 “It’s My Life”
All are prisoners locked in the prism of timespace
A few sail through cushioned from the rigours of hate
Yet none may opt out never losing the favours of grace
Would that it were nobler to suffer confined in space
Than be thought brave to overcome the fear of fate
All are prisoners locked in the prism of timespace
Fear of the Unknown plunges us all in utter disgrace
Though desperados fail not to open the ultimate gate
Yet none may opt out never losing the favours of grace
Most sport excuses to want to stay in this only place
Family mate duty cause unfinished work started late
All are prisoners locked in the prism of timespace
Yet others pray for the day of deliverance to save face
Wait in patience for the scythe to sweep clean the slate
Yet none may opt out never losing the favours of grace
Don’t we look around and wonder at this endless place
We call a living-space hoping for more on our plate
All are prisoners locked in the prism of timespace
Yet none may opt out never losing the favours of grace
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
PRISM
Rainbow comes after the rain
From seed comes the grain
It cannot happen the other way around
it just go all year round
Winter summer spring and fall
Whichever might fall
They arrive at their own season
At their own duration
All comes for a reason
Emerges in perfect time
sets their direction
And be at their prime
Not everyone show affection
To the beauty of the sun as it rises
Still it will shine to flaunt her passion
To us all who needed its raise
Life is beyond compare
The ups and downs who can prepare
Life continues
As the leaves continue to receive its morning dews
@Copyright Meline Ngo. September 7, 2015