COLORS for MOTHER,
Looking towards the blue sky
Every color camouflaged around the cloud
Tears of sadness began to dry
Watching all the colors display out loud
The dark needing to fade
The grey in my life finally made sense
Colors overlapping, forming a beautiful cascade
Shoulders of tense
I imagined your smile against the yellow sun
Giving light to all the matter of the things I've done
A warmness in my red heart-- together in the long run
Creating a new purple and pink sensation-- as one
My new rainbow doesn't come in black and white
Giving reason to follow the joy of light
A gift of colors remind me everything will be all right
A guide blazing throughout the night
Lavender plant blooming for the world to see
A garden of every color just for me
Everyday I see the sunrise, rising up in colors of glee
My Rainbow will appear everyday without rain, no matter how deep the sea
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet, the perfect skin tan
My sweet angel your the largest spectrum where ever rainbows span
I wrote this poem for my mom.
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2011
A Bridge Over Silent Waters
Never judge your fellow man
Before seeking your own reflection
Not the one that shines in a glass mirror
Seek it in the eyes of your fellow man
His eyes shall reflect your compassion or lack there of
When a pond has no ripples
Look for the lies, underneath
When you see the waves upon the water
Know that the winds are singing to you
Truth will always seek you out
Never close your heart to a strangers smile
His smile may bring you serenity or deception
Trust in your inner being to know
It shall open up towards the rainbows or seek refuge
To protect your soul
When you see a human suffering
Flea not inside your reflection
Instead reflect upon his suffering
Share the waters of your pond with him
This shall promise you both more rainfall
This was inspired by a poem written by Charmaine, she was kind enough to let me use a few of her lines in the first verse of this poem. Its amazing how when you read something it can open your mind to think of things you otherwise would not have. For some reason, maybe more because of his messages than his style I find myself thinking of Richards’s poetry as well. This for me is the beauty of the site, the inspiration one gets from fellow poets, it’s a great honor to have met so many, and to have shared so many ideas and views and opinions. More important than any poem is the laughter and smiles, this among friends is like giving away gold bars. (Although I do accept the occasional gold bar now and then)
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015
At the end of the rainbow, dreams unfold.
And some people say there is a pot of gold.
How well I recall a rainbow one day
that shone in the sky when a storm went away.
Rain pelted my car; I felt so afraid.
But as I neared home, it started to fade.
The sky, once so dark, grew more and more blue.
I thrilled next to see a rainbow arch through!
It bent toward the mountains, so beautiful,
a peace and great joy welled up in my soul.
No pot of gold at its end did I see,
but still there was gold and it beckoned to me.
The mountains were gilded with a bright gleam.
This is the magic that makes poets dream!
When I got home, I took paper and pen
and wrote of that beauty, God's promise to men.
Again I recall how my soul lifted.
At the rainbow's end, God's love is gifted.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016
I've never ever seen her face,
but in my mind, she's the color of love
strong like dark coffee
She wakes you up early in the morning,
gives you an energetic taste of loving
to get your day going
passionate fire flows in her veins
She's got crimson lips that blow words of desire,
to keep the flames rising higher and higher,
every time she speaks your name
smile is sunshine bright
She walk towards you in her canary-colored,
polka dot sun dress that accentuate her hips so well
Her graceful charm is so a-maize-ingly pastel
mood indigo can really touch you
She makes you want to love her always,
under ocean lit moonlight and clear cerulean skies
Embark on a passage of endless days
verdant valley of iris flower eyes
She's as a carpet of grass with enfolding arms,
wrapping you in her love
Bury your head in her bosom, safe from harm
sugar is the sweetest heart ever known
She has a boundless supply of caramel happiness,
taste the creamy richness of her sensuality
It's like roasted chestnuts offered to a welcomed guest
visions of a streaming, silky satin dress
She has a winter glow like pure virgin snow,
a gift waiting to be opened by a worthy beau
Beckons you into her ivory tower to rest
Forever gazing into her yet unseen face,
which in my mind is the color of love
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016
Oh my regal Eucalyptus friend,
Your tall rainbow trunk is rooted deep,
Stationary, yet your tree tops bend
In constant unison with the wind.
My camera can’t capture your awesome sweep.
Thin limbs try to reach the azure sky
While your trunk fascinates passersby.
An army of ants reveals a platoon
Moving over bark to their marching tune.
Your small leaves sing in susurrate song,
A Queen amidst trees where you belong!
© Connie Marcum Wong
We have this lovely tree here in Hawaii. The rainbow eucalyptus, Mindanao gum, or rainbow gum is the only Eucalyptus species found naturally in the Northern Hemisphere. Its natural distribution spans New Britain, New Guinea, Seram, Sulawesi and Mindanao.
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2014
There is a rainbow in my world today,
With every word your write my way.
Colors of emotions flow in harmony,
as they spread across the sky in unity.
Wrap me in your red, orange and blue,
fill me with the violet passion of you.
You make the sky shine after that rain,
softly your soul pushes away the pain.
In every luxurious line that you say,
you are the rainbow in my world today.
Copyright © Casarah Nance | Year Posted 2014
Lightning flashed, blinded my innocent, trusting eyes.
Thunder ravaged my soul, and forced out my cries.
Destructive winds threatened, ripped me all apart.
Raindrops, the tears that ever flooded my heart.
Dark clouds were ever-present, in turbulent air.
Yet, no winds could stir the flowers in my hair.
No longer waiting for that storm to pass the hill.
I left it behind, and walked away by my own will.
A rainbow shined beautifully, yet arched into a frown.
As every now and then, the rain still comes down.
I have stepped right over you, like scattered debris.
As the sun's rays now light down a new path for me.
For Shanity Rain's contest - "After The Storm"
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013
I could smell and sense
the showers coming in the air
with an approaching storm.
I inhale this
light little scent of heaven.
The rain will never dampen my spirits.
No umbrella for me tonight.
But, I don't mind,
I'll walk in the rain.
I savor this
sweet little taste of heaven.
The flavor is cool and refreshing,
with a purity
that is almost indescribable.
It is cleansing to my soul,
I can feel it
washing away my cares,
and making it okay to smile, again.
I experience this
gentle little caress of heaven.
When it soaks through
my jacket and my jeans.
My shoes splash
in the rain
with every step that I take.
I can hear it
tap dancing on the rooftops,
with invisible feet.
reflect on the wet pavement,
in pools of gold and silver.
The neon signs blink,
red and yellow,
blue and green.
Like drips of paint,
it puddles on the street.
to where there was none before,
only a flood of gray.
Now there is a palette
of fragrances to absorb.
Creating almost a rainbow
in the nighttime.
Written by: Kelly Deschler
November 11th, 2013
For Nette Onclaud's contest - "Fragrance Of Rain"
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013
With the sun shining on my right side
And the clouds pouring rain on my left
It seemed to me, I didn’t have too far to go
To reach the most brilliant rainbow I had ever seen yet
I ran as fast as my little feet could take me
Before the spectacle could up and disappear
My whole life, I wanted to scale rainbows
I may as well do it right now and here
When I reached the beginning I was almost blinded
The red and orange were hot to my touch
But when I grabbed a hold of the yellow and green
They didn’t hurt so much
I placed one foot on the blue; the other on the indigo
I used the violet underneath me, to point out which way to go
The slope started off steep; it took everything I had to climb
As up and up and up I went, losing all track of time
At the top of the rainbow I could see forever
The earth beneath me and the heavens above
I had never felt this feeling before
I’m pretty sure that they call it “love”
I just sat there in peaceful silence
With the colors wrapped around my limbs
If happiness was a deep blue ocean
I had just jumped in it for a swim
The time had come for me to descend
As the sun was starting to set
I slid down the rainbow like a playground slide
On a ride I will never forget
When I reached the end of the rainbow
I found disappointed people looking for gold
But fortunes aren’t found at the end of the rainbow
It’s in the journey – or so I am told
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2012
A Rainbow’s Magic
A rainbow’s magic reflects God’s majestic and divine touch,
Giving us a panoply of colored images which mean so much.
The wonder of God’s enchanted pictorial missives here on Earth,
Gives us an ethereal pause as we reflect on each rainbow’s birth.
A rainbow is God’s celestial medium of His images to treasure,
To help Man better understand Him and meet His deft measure.
The power of a rainbow is its picture-perfect aura of pulchritude,
Dazzling our visual senses and assuring us of Heaven’s certitude.
A rainbow’s very visage mesmerizes our human senses complete,
And embeds in us all God’s spirited message of His love replete.
A rainbow is a noble and supreme reflection of beauty at its best,
And of shades of heavenly images on Earth meeting God’s behest.
A rainbow’s magic is the power of God’s message to us on Earth,
Subtly preparing Man for his heavenly ascent and his soul’s rebirth.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, August 13, 2015
Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015
Medicine of this soul faraway with a dream seventh Heaven looking across a sea
the other night went for a walk strolling against a cold wind distant thoughts
Crying seagulls on the beach looking around even snow lying in the sand
it was quite an awakening cold cutting ice wind blowing across the brow
Listening to the echoing roars crunching of great cliffs tasting salted air
waves crashing thunder I thought of you as the surf sprayed on shores
Oh the moon as the winds howl laying golden whispers your name landing wishes fall on a star sparkling beams Heaven you came to me under a crystal blue white light
An angel fallen who found one miracle lost in this world drunken in the chalice of love
each drop dripping passion adoring loves beauty forever and always
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015
A white dove flies gracefully across vision
Shines as transparent pieces of ivory joy
I give you a Candle of Love, for inspire and encourage you
Blown gently upon a soft warm lovely breeze
Falling slowly like a ripe apple
With sad confusion, I promise you heaven
Everything will fall into place and gives you, perfect pleasure of life
Love whispering on wings fluttering deep
It is possible to change your tomorrow, if you seek your dream today
To watch the light change i pray for your beauty to return
My arms are full of flowers, the beauty the unfathomable grace
Reborn under a promise of color inside the mist bouquet dream
Written by Liam Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 11.04.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015
High on the clouds, a lustrous sight
Reflecting bend of arch’s delight
As noon dips low, the late gust’s air
Paints colors bright beyond compare…
In tints that wave from pink to gold;
Along curve’s end, I do behold
Such longing to embrace its charms,
To reach out gently with my arms
In one rare moment, wishes call
For burdens gone as lines enthrall…
These hush-like breaths, these humble swings
Impart a rainbow’s lit blessings;
When at last, dear omen of peace
Gifts our fine hearth with joy’s release!
What is at the end of your rainbow?
Couplet form only
Eve Roper's Contest
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016
We are all brothers and sisters born without hate
Naked we were born to earth with purity and innocence as Lily
Love has no barriers beyond our earthly grasp
Right actions coming from the right setting, it starts from within
Sometimes we feel we are living inside a bubble
To live a good life, we must think, speak and act correctly
Destiny paints our divine promise colors a rainbow
Everything's really just small adjustments in your life
The search for the true love with joy and confidence in this world
Let your light shine bright, love inside the heart last forever
Of life our guiding angels a choir heavenly glamor
Angels over flowing universe with its clean and deep strength
Written by Liam Mcdaid & A-L Andresen
11.03.2015 Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015
Just another brick in the wall
One by one by one
Trump thinks he has won
His wall is narrow as it is tall
His wall seems in fallible
His rhetoric rusts and soon will crumble
His wall it will not fall
For my army shall make it ever taller
For I have a message I wish to make clear
My army I send, so listen to this message dear
We shall march up to your wall of division and fear
With paints and markers and messages to forestall
Any hate you try to install
We are the children
Who write on the walls
Bringing hope and love and white doves from above
We have bullets filled with hugs and love
We shall drop bombs of smile filled hopes
We are the ones, who say no more
Our wall is a painting of our innocent love
Of mankind, and all races god created from above
Such beauty and harmony
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016
Conquering new territories climbing up the stairway
new beginnings hanging on the edge of a dream
an empire arises from dark ashes flash petals catch one gem
Through honeycombed dewdrops softly spinning clear
golden the sparkle upon your tabernacle silken touch
vision of deep beauty shines immaculate heart
Beholding rose gold sparkles
sugar coating light dazzling before the eyes
crystal sparks ignite rainbow gleams
Through a mist of tears travelling one picture
everything shrinks in your shadow perfect
sunbeams warmly come alive
Touching clouds dancing with teardrops
falling over an angel salted from the ocean
seagulls lament faraway distant overseas calls
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016
Soaring Hawk poised high
Back drop a deep sapphire sky
Winds in attendance
Mighty wings unfold
Caressing the Wind Spirits
They lift and support
Circling Hawk perceives
Rainbow circle on a cloud
Framed is his shadow
On oceans of blue
Snow hills of clouds seem to float
On silvered ripples
Waves swell as they curl
White manes gracefully flow
Rolling to the shore
Higher still soars Hawk
Wind Spirits on either side
Carry him upwards
Land and mountains meld
Lofty mountains crown the land
Hawk gracefully glides
Towards the shore he observes
His island in bloom
Festooned in colour
Hibiscus - Red, Gold and Pink
In leafy bouquets
Flowers - Pale yellow
Their sweet perfume exuding
Riding on the Winds
Romance in the air
Couples hold hands and frolic
An Island in love
Hawaiian Hawk proud
Sees everything - land and sea
Wind voices whisper
Of Rebirth, Growth and Culture
Hawaii has heard
We recently visited Hawaii, one of our favorite holiday destinations, once again we were carried away with the ambience and peacefulness of this Island Paradise.
In collaboration with my Husband Ron, our inspiration came while viewing the breath taking panorama from the 16th floor of the Hilton Hawaiian Village Waikiki Beach Resort. The Waikiki beach, the beautiful gardens and the mountains all formed the picture. But we needed a story and the Spirit legends supplied the theme.
All this got put together on the aircraft on our way back home to Australia.
We have tried to capture and share some of the essence which is the Spirit of this beautiful island, its rebirth of culture that’s embroidered in the legends of a traditional Hula dance.
The Red Hibiscus (koki'o'ula) is the flower of the big island, while the Gold flower mentioned - The vibrant, sunshine-hued Yellow Hibiscus (ma'o hau hele) is Hawaii's official National flower. In Hawaiian culture, Hibiscus is a symbol of old royalty & communicates power and respect.
The Hawk Kaha Ka ‘lo - the highest Chiefs where often called ‘lo – ‘Hawk with eyes that can see everywhere’
Ku Mahani ‘Rising Wind’ has a position of power grace and motion.
Ka Leo O Haukine ‘The voice of the Wind’, is so named.
The two Winds according to the legend, are the voices of ancestors who listen and speak through the winds. Together they are the Spirits that uplift the mighty ‘Lo – The Hawaiian hawk.
Some of the imagery described is seen from the aircraft as it would be seen through the eyes of the Hawaiian Hawk.
The circular rainbow, for those who have not been fortunate to have witnessed this rare phenomenon, it actually does exist.
POTD 14th April 2017
Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017
Trying to hide in conspicuous places
a night on the town in their false, plastic faces.
Sweetly they sweep through magnificent halls,
top-dollar galas and masquerade balls --
where always the wine is more bitter than sweet,
each girl wishing for love in her ruby-clad feet.
Perhaps scarecrows are thoughtful, and lions are brave,
and the tin-men know passion, such a boisterous parade
of hopeful young suitors, each waiting his chance
to find a young lady and win her last dance.
All tied up as prisoners with satin-silk chains
they listlessly dance as the hope from them drains.
A piano-man plinks only on the black keys:
pentatonic winds on a pentatonic breeze,
still not enough blowing to carry balloons
or to start raining houses from cyclic typhoons.
The evening draws on -- long beyond the moon’s rising,
a faint glinting of green from the city’s disguising
the envious looks in the eyes of the witches
and harsh threatening gales of the wind as it switches.
And no one is happy, none are finding their prize --
no one knows what they want, nor removes their disguise.
So the dancing is pointless, bravado is hollow
no wizardly magic can fix what will follow.
Shallow connections that lead nowhere, and quickly
the ballroom grows quiet, the witches grow prickly
the lions go fleeing, the scarecrows are clueless,
the tin-men don’t care, and that makes them the cruelest
For out in the public, among all the noise
some girls have gone missing -- and so have some boys
and in the dark shadows, all knew what occurred
but they whisper and gossip, and spread what they heard:
that it must have been mutual, it must be alright
they’re both grown adults, let’s not be so uptight.
And thus they all hide, in conspicuous places
enabling the culprits with false, plastic faces.
Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2016
Very many years ago
In the land of rich men called NO
Bobo, a poor man, had nowhere to go
"Give me a little space to stay", he pleaded, but lo
"Your place is out of the city," they shooed him and so
Outside he stayed in sun, rain and snow
Rainbows glowed, stars shone, sun rays blazed on NO and Bobo
Reality was that All the people
In the land of NO
Benefited Out of Bobo's Woes
For when Bobo died, (and 'twas soon)
The heavens cried, (so did stars, sun and moon)
All lights stopped shining, (darkness invaded)
The men started whining, (fear pervaded)
The rich men died (one by one)
No one did abide (no, not one)
NO was no more NO without poor Bobo
The rich did never know that HE had been their Rainbow.
Copyright © Jo Daniel | Year Posted 2017
I love the rain
Under my umbrella
Staring at rainbows
Wishing for dreams
My stomach is hungry, so it seems
I may be just a wee little kid
In the country rain
Still I know dreams do come true
As Anne-Lise brings my favorite ice cream
Smiles all, through and through
Laughter echoes in the Norway rains
Dedicated to Anne-Lise from Norway!!!!!!!!
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2017
At the end of a rainbow
Or so magic lore says,
One finds a pot
Black, ugly and fat
But filled with gold.
Would it not solve my wishes?
Would it not bring me fame?
Is it not worth the trouble
Of following a lonely trail
That leads to no place
Known in this world,
But only marked
With the rainbow's end?
Up rocky hills,
Down green lush vales,
To the delicious songs
Of gay bluebirds,
Or the harsh chatter
Of the crested jays,
Defying stormy days
Or blazing sunny days.
The flight from crowded,
Crime infested cities?
Is it a prize in itself?
So I plod on,
Always in search
Of the tail of the rainbow.
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2017
Sometimes when matters are in the gray,
it ain’t always black and white
There are times when emotions are deep blue,
canary yellow thoughts can make us wanna fly, shy away
Then, bright orange glowing memories
bring gentle, evergreen smiles
As time’s seasonal change sunset down on us
Being lifelong lovers, we got
amethyst purple hearts of courage
that beats with
ruby red rhythms of loving perseverance
Here at this humble, brownstone garden abode,
two pink carnations have budded and bloomed
Now looking at the graying of the skies,
we can see the rainbows in each other’s eyes
Reflecting the soul spectrum of our love
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
I celebrate the nimbus clouds
stealthy gathering in a silent sky.
No great claps of thunder to shock
my senses, no lightning bursts,
As the rain begins like tender tears
then cascades in stormy sheets.
Let the rain seep deep into my cells,
into my serene soul.
Let my passion grow until petrichor
is all that I breathe.
Radiance of the sun soon filters
through colored cotton clouds
Creating a rainbow in cool mist as,
diamond drops dazzle
my adoring eyes, mirrors my joys,
stills my hopeful heart.
My senses are glorified in the
aftermath of the sudden storm.
Rivulets from tiny pools run free,
sharing their sweet abandonment...
imbued and autumn hued.
Winds morph into balmy breezes
and all is at equanimous ease
except my heart yearning for more.
© Connie Marcum Wong
*Note: We seldom have any thunder or lightning in our tropical storms which makes them pleasant encounters. Some of us dance in the rain because it isn't cold.
TITLE: Hawaiian Storm
From My Diary: Nature - 5th Place
Enter A Poem Called, From My Diary - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2017
The gentle music flows
from every drop of rain,
as it just lightly taps
against my window pane.
The wind begins to whistle
it's own melodious song,
while the wind-chimes
dance and play along.
The soothing sounds cast open
the windows and doors.
I close my eyes and breathe.
The energy surrounds me as my spirit soars.
I hold out my hand and feel the raindrops
as if they were at play.
My breath now quickened with emotion.
I taste the rain on my lips as I embrace the glorious day.
The curtains blow inward
the breeze itself is warm,
my mind is so peaceful
in the calm before the storm.
The sky's voice trembles
from above a darkening cloud,
as the rolling thunder
speaks it's thoughts aloud.
The thunder awakens
the flash of light.
The part of nature
that sends some to flight.
I chose to embrace the power of nature
in the earth and sky.
And bask in the wonder
that fills my eyes.
The rain seems to be letting up
as it puddles on the green grass,
and the once powerful winds
are now calming down at last.
The gray clouds are parting
and a bright rainbow forms,
proving that something beautiful
can come from such dangerous storms.
My eyes close and I breathe
in the scent of the cleansing rain.
The brilliant hues of the rainbow
dance in my mind where I feel no pain.
The sun peaks from behind the clouds
just to say hi.
I feel the warmth against my face
as I view the beauty with a sigh.
Written by: Kelly Deschler & Nature Boy
For Jared Pickett's contest - "Collaboration"
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014
What blessed and sweet relief,
Is the long awaited heavenly rain.
For the many people, a too hot
Heat, the scorching sun has slain.
Water is Divine and sustains us—
Our minds, our bodies, every cell.
Without our blessed rainwater
Our earth would be a barren hell.
Our weather is ever changing—
Though we also need sun to survive,
It is the melting snow and raindrops,
In every form, that keeps us alive.
The trembling of our planet earth,
Tidal waves in a windswept sea,
Tornados, hurricanes and dust storms,
Avalanche and lava flows, plague humanity.
Yet the earth regenerates, after every storm
And flood, fire and quaking of our earth,
There comes a time of glorious peace;
A time of rebuilding, a time of new birth.
We all prayed for rain when the drought had
Burned our crops, killed our beasts and such,
Then damned the rain when flooding came
As people died, and torrid rains became too much.
We need to temper every prayer, to leave things
In God's hands, stop telling omnipotent what to do,
For every little prayer is heard along with our demands.
Appreciate the rainbows sent and bathe in every hue.
For Divine hands are always present holding us
And rain comes from our Divine Father's joyous tears
Which will be a constant in our lives, and will continue
To sustain us throughout the eons of our years.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2015