Best Prisms Poems
Inside this temple made of brick and clay
the many shades of your heart
are the prisms of my soul
Pinioned and shackled to your fires
we are vaulted by our own desires
two lovers breathing as one
Outside this prison of hell stands my nemesis
buried behind its boulders I am decaying
like a rotting apple de-pitted then discarded
Bitwise assaults to my soul,
I summon courage and finally break out
of this ridged corrugated pas-a-deux.
Beautiful rainbow prisms fascinate and charm my gypsy soul,
They show me new light and loving ways, and make me feel whole.
They flicker and dance around me, with lovely orbs of light and love.
These fancy faerie like glitter balls are clearly designed by those above.
Our hidden dreams and wishes prance forth in their shine as is their duty.
Crystal balls, prisms, lava lamps, and other light givers are a thing of beauty.
Glamorous, exquisite, and pretty enough to catch a young one’s fancy,
I will follow my prisms to faerie land, where angels are all dance-y.
Take Sunshine and a prism
Or moonlight and falling tears
To make colors start to bloom
Hidden magic bent to make rainbows bloom
For Parise Pariku
a prism dance floor -
starlight-speckled grains of sand
under comet sky
glistening ocean -
billowy waves dance freely
engulfing prisms
surging waves seek land -
prisms waltz on the shoreline
in the moonlit tide
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, January 24, 2012
Who is this I have found
lying dying
on the ground
drowning in her
prose and woes
making not one
single sound?
Where does she go to
where does she hide
see how she’s swimming
against a recondite tide?
What have the Gods wrought
crumpled on this plot
corrupt with despair
her broken being
her petrified stare
shattered prisms
that I’m seeing?
Where does she go to
where to does she flee
see how she’s racing
from her heart’s plea?
Such is her duty
moonlit soliloquy
mourning chaotic losses
aching for her history
ever aimless to and fro
furiously seeking yet
tossed by an undertow.
Where does she go to
where does she rest
see how she’s hostage
of the demon’s breast?
Dare not intend to
scour this stain
from her smashed
and broken brain
sadly sit and watch
this show transcendent
from hell’s ascendant.
Where does she go to
where does she sleep
see how she’s locked
in the creature’s keep?
Who is this I have found
rotting degrading
into penury fading
choking on the
bloodied inexorable sands
of her once so
pristine inviolable lands?
‘Tis my love right there
I sob, I fret and stare.
Escape the shade
Evade the thought police
Slip into the shadows
So cool
Oh so cool
Fenced in, fenced out
Got you trapped in doubt
Don't believe me?
Rip away the veil
See the scale of the whale
When you hear their voice
Know it drips with poison
Got you spinnin' with their last surprise
Honeyed words don't mean a damn thing
Your heart shines brightest
We're victims of the game
Got us convinced we're to blame
So we hide in shame
All so they can afford fame
All the same, all the same
I dropped rhyme like it's hot
I ripped my own verse in two
I married prose and slang
Slinging these poems on street corners
I might be a poeteer
My mind is a prism
Of manic masochism
So perverse my verse is like anachronism
With each line break a schism
For society like Darwinism
And they don't need armies to check us
They got FaceBook and Google to do that
Truth is we're sucked in by social media
Selling our identities for likes
With love from Russia
They'll take until there's nothing left
Only then will everything be right
And there's no opposition to corruption
Prisms and masochism
Sign me up for Gnosticism
this faction of innocence of will
self destructing itself within
with a jagged brittle pill
a snowflake as simple as can be
embeds itself within the darkness
crying out my name
surender my soul unto your heart
but we are so many miles apart
could i never hold our hand
conundrum of prisms in the light
is a jail for my emotions
i cant see myself tonight
ever gentle my feelings are for you
locked up in this dungeon
far away from you
i wonder do you ever feel the same
imprisioned inside your mind
do you ever feel the pain
a snowflake as simple as can be
embeds itself within the darkness
crying out my name
Prisms Holes
Holes in my shoes
Black holes in the universe
Hole in the heart complete
And in the teeth
Create rainbows on the soul
Prisms bend the truth
Dance on a beam of light
Colors fracture in a curve
Seldom see reality or its worth
With empty pockets
Holes don’t know where they are
Disoriented, fall in too deep
Hold on to poverty
Illuminate tomorrow
*(These holes have 27% fewer cavities over the other leading brands fighting tooth decay.)
(This poem is NOT FOR CONTEST or dental use)
It’s an antique brass urn
Now the coldest day at noon
And the crystals snowflakes gather
There is a prism in my room
It's chilling, in here, I noticed, picking up your urn
Speechless, I stood, having nothing to say
In quietness, from my eye, as I began to turn
A white feather floated, lingering in a sun-ray
Dangling freely in the air, it looked, if to loom
Are you here? I sober, on this icy frozen day
In the silence, now hearing a specific tune
The one you so loved to hum and pray
That feather came to rest upon my lonely pillow
Is this a sign, I then asked, did you come to lay?
Outside blows the bare branches of a Willow
“Yes, once we were, lets be forever, if we may.“
It’s an antique brass urn
Now the coldest day at noon
And the crystals snowflakes gather
There is a prism in my room
©2015
Perhaps a visitation from a departed love one © 8 minutes ago, bonnie jennings spiritual • death
Do you remember
when it was early,
or when too late
falling in curtsied tide..
feet too deep in depth
where wandering shallows hide
and all our pirate secrets kept.
Am I still the stranger in your night?
so much you still don't know..
making my memory smile
watching love grow
you came shinin' to me,
a simple cell phone
your only light.
Like soldiers laughing nervously
as they march off to the front
realizing life's candle, their only chance
perhaps afraid, still feel want
and wait the call to advance.
Sat watching awhile under a tall tree
next to a carved stone
learned you've done the same
let days wander on their own
never dwell too much
the reason they've flown
yet
still so glad they ever came.
I see you through a sort of prism
one softly spun in sugar and fire lit
where wavelengths in light are most bent
in hindsight, bet your maker meant
to name you Violet.
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"Everything you've ever wanted is on the other side of fear."
-George Addair
crystal mornings ring in
knock-knock's down the hallway
sunshine thawing slowly
In my teardrops and prismed raindrops,
and in rainbow hues I glimpse your face,
with the grins and smiles I long to see.
If only I could hold you again in my embrace.
My darling daughter, I wish it could be,
but the only traces of you I'll ever see
will be in each teardrop reverie.
How I yearn for stormy weather,
knowing that soon a rainbow will appear
and once more I will see you there,
running down the lane without fear,
my laughing child without a care.
In the sunlight's prismed mirror
I glimpse reflections of your curly hair.
In my teardrops and prismed raindrops
you come into view and time stands still.
Memories of you enter my mind
of my beautiful child, before you were ill.
Though you are now beyond my reach,
I will never become resigned
to the boundary that lies between us,
for our two hearts will forever be aligned.
Rainbows laced with gray
hidden prisms glimmering,
the spark of a smile.
prisms reflecting
the light
duality
Angilar Shadows
Beams of light peeking through reflections
Cheerfully dancing over the walls and floors
Dipping to and fro in solar refractions
Every light building a tapestry if wonder
Fairylike flits of gold and silver
Gathering at certain points and then dispersing
Hiding in corners and cracks and then reappearing
Idly forming circles of synchronistic power
Just as it begins to rain and the dance ceases
Kindly replaced by shadows of raindrops instead
Like a dreary grey curtain with sound effects
Mastering the sound of light hoofbeats on the roof
Never-ending payyering on the wimdows
Out comes the sun again and the joy returns
Prisms pf multi-colored made me smile
Quitely returmimh in their silemt dance
Reeling in patterns of kaleidoscope
Shimmering images in bright welcome
The changing colors made me smile
Undeniably I will be sad when the sun goes down
Violets, golds, silvers, greens and yellows
Will be departing and resting for the night
Xtras will be arriving when the moonbeams shine
Yellow sends silver amd the commence the dance
Zigzagging across the walls again