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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Delineation
By symbolisation
As the uttered word
Finds all hearts stirred
By the power of vibration
Coloured by their interpretation 
As of purity of their being
In resonation feeling
Marked by intent
With will bent
In surrender
In wonder
Co-creating
By experiencing
Stirrings in the heart
Wherein cognition starts
Anew at each given moment
Heightened by stillness quotient

12-October-2020...

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You’re only as good as your last.
—my spine, mid-fold

I enter a contest
like I enter most rooms:
looking for sound no one’s made yet.
I don’t chase strange—
not all weird is created equal.

Once I find it though—
the mirror says submit
the mask says edit
the stage says nothing,
but still demands...

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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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'I think, therefore I am!'
I write to bang and clang,
to play with words, cast spells.

Wrangle and entangle readers,
with thoughts dredged from memories,
resonating, reverberating within selves,
aligned on shelves, waiting to join in.

An audience of thinkers shaken not stirred,
by the clang and jar of poetic,
rhythms, rhymes, images...

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Okay then, I’ll admit it. Yes, I’m lazy.
Not quite the hardest worker ever known.
My talent is a Motorola phone:
to drink the colour of a mountain daisy
or taste a mirror (doesn’t that sound crazy?)
I need to keep it charged: I have to hone 
those Pasolini “pentals”...

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“let’s ink the void with soul’s emote ~
at peace within in God’s bliss boat”
            ~ quote by poet


In heaven’s womb, during deep sleep,
soul poised for a consciousness leap,
shallow breath synced with God’s heartbeat,
we fearlessly...

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