Best Prismatic Poems

"Poetry is important to the writer but I feel it is all about the reader." 
By Poet

Today as I open up my computer what will I see,
a contest looking back at me?
As I read the rules I must decide is this one for me,
or will...

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Raindrops freeze in rainbow of opulence,
gracefully strung in finely-stranded rows.
Dressing branches in frosty ebullience,
crystal beauties, bijoux vibrancy glows.

Gracefully strung in finely-stranded rows,
lavishing tree limbs in prismatic gifts.
Crystal beauties, bijoux vibrancy glows,
careless light captured does heighten their risks...

Lavishing tree limbs in prismatic gifts,
generous brilliant facade they...

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Spelling, syllable count, vanity, too simple, Simon! Be prolific, cruel, smart, up to par, above the bar, fit for the stage. Tap, tap, tap…
—by poet

The Prismatic Self

See the wooden stage, markers for my feet, bright lights, great expectations, critical analysis. Curtains will open any minute...

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"A silenced tongue weighs heavy against the soul," quote by poet.

 I sit amongst a single light, 
light illuminating a hand-built oaken desk,
desk with pictures of the past lay out randomly around me,
whilst I hear the whoosh of her oxygen machine droning on—
breathing life into...

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Written May 03, 2025, for contest by  Daniel Henry Rodgers

Word count:397 words, Proposed new word: "aspira-fear" mix of fear and hope

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In the quiet arena,
I confront shadows that loom,
What...

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this sun
is illusive
like mind
in thoughts
of you
and love

i stand naked
beneath unborn
memories
shadowless
alone

clouds above
aglow
in prismatic
tears
waiting
to give birth
to this emptiness
that swells
in my eyes...

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I am a dare-dreamer, a mask wearer
a soul bare-r (but not always my own); a word-weaver. 
I pull at thoughts like strings. Strings of cobwebs
and cirrus, frayed dungarees and threadbare memories 
until I warp and weft strings of thoughts into poems.
Sometimes I get caught in...

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Colors splashed upon a canvas
Expounding rhyme and reason
The paintbrush tells a story
Of love, trust and treason

A flux of emotions spread abroad
Fusing hues of green and teal
Blueprinting a love gone wrong
Phantasmagoric and surreal

Falling tears of cobalt blue
Emblazoned with crimson red
Blended well with vivid scarlet
Depicting a heart...

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Donna's prismatic eyes
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Colossians 3:17-25 KJV Bible
"And whatsoever ye do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God and the Father by him. [23] And whatsoever ye do, do it heartily, as to the Lord, and not unto men;...

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I write because silence was a tyrant
with a velvet muzzle.
Because childhood was a soundproof cage,
and I was taught to swallow every scream
like communion.

“Poetry is not therapy,”
the judge says—
but he has never been buried alive
under the weight of unsaid things.

This is not a poem.
It is an...

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Voices have a color 
like anger or happiness,
shouting from the rainbow
in palettes of sound
Voices have a color
like red, blue, or green,
painting the silence
—in brushstrokes of fire 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2021)...

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   "I try to share my  thoughts with Poetic touch through contests being Rational Analytic , 

   Courageous  and Righteous not Religious and surely not to win but to be seen on keen 
 
   eyes ...

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gauntlet of mirrors transparency personified
transparency personified when the curtain falls
in an arena of quick sand and impromptu judgement

the stage was well set though actually
it presented itself as rather empty
epic theatre art form at its vacant best

I placed himself at the very manifest epicentre
of concealed and...

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“This contest my poem will win,
because it will make the sponsor grin.”- By Poet


Poetry Soup gives in plenty the literary opportunity
to show-case the assorted skill of poetic creativity, 
emanating out of the fantasy fountain of imagination.
The torrent of words flows with the streams of elation,
ripples...

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