Best Rose Colored Glasses Poems
Rose colored glasses
a fantasy view perceived
splendid get away
almost not wanting to leave
everyone should own a pair...
I see you through rose colored glasses
And that's why I give you so many passes
I don't see any of your imperfections or flaws
The person I see puts me in such awe
I see you as absolute pure perfection
And I know it's just my heart's perception
But sometimes the heart sees what the eyes can't see
It sees all the right and let's all the wrong be
I see all the things you have conquered and overcame
All the reasons you are the person you became
I see the person you can be; the one I know you are
To me you are an illuminating bright shiny star
To me you are as bright as the sun
When I 'm around you I don't see anyone
So these rose colored glasses I must wear
Because If didn't there'd be too much glare
-C.A.Saputo xoxo
If grass is always greener on the other side of the fence that means I would have to mow more grass
Just try in the imagining of this
And the point of it all try not to miss
His Mother told Him that they were all out of wine
Then Mary told the wait staff to follow Him that all will be fine
Zacchaeus was a tax collector
And amongst the people he was quite a specter
Knowing His Name and that he was a sinner
Jesus called him down and then ate at his house for dinner
In seeking out a Samarian woman at the well
To her lost soul of His Glory He would tell
She ran in the gathering and telling of her whole entire town
As in His Kingdom this simple harlot will wear a crown
In a remote place 15,000 stood at Our Lord's feet
But only one of the many had anything to eat
Jesus took those two fish and five loaves of bread
Twelve extra baskets were still left after all were fed
This woman was caught in the act of adultery
Her stoning is what all had really wanted to see
Jesus simply bent down and began drawing on the ground
And soon not even one of her accusers could even be found
The point in all of this being
Many people will read yet so few of them will be seeing
Look at the Words written in black on white
And allow the Holy Spirit to give you sight
Dedicated to my Aunt Patsy
Prayers can't feed starving children:
as bloated bellies can attest.
Yet, this truth's unpalatable:
near impossible to digest.
Dangled in front of hungry eyes,
promises, raise expectations.
And faith defies reality:
fueling false aspirations.
Predictions of times of plenty
are garnered from kernels of Hope.
And yet, seeds of conformity
are sown on a slippery slope.
Paradise is a fantasy:
fictitious; there is no such place.
But religions preach that there is:
struggling to maintain a straight face.
Rose-colored glasses tint our views:
lacking substance or solutions.
And so, we fortify belief:
through illusions and delusions.
When I wear my rose-colored glasses
I see lovely pink grasses
and the sky is pale pink
not grey.
I get lost in romantic dreams
of secret schemes
and I spread my pink wings and sail away.
My heart beats faster
and my head spins
in a rosy world
where happiness never ends.
Smiles and sweet kisses fill my head
and love is warm and red.
We live apart
from this cruel world without heart
where kindness and true love are free.
I dance for you
and you laugh for me
as a rosy sun shines down
and my favorite word is "we".
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: 2006
"All Rights Reserved"
We put on rose-colored glasses,
that blur reality's vision.
And block out any wrongs we see,
ignoring the plight of the poor.
To disguise life's uglier side,
we put on rose-colored glasses.
And focus our sight straight ahead,
cheerfully wearing our blinders.
Tinted with alternative truths
that we so much want to believe.
We put on rose-colored glasses
to camouflage anguish and tears.
Seeing the world through filtered eyes;
humanity escapes our view.
And overlooking injustice,
we put on rose-colored glasses.
Through rose colored glasses
I see your faults
Your lies
But I vowed it all
When I came to your bed
Even if the thorns scratch
The rose still offers me
Besides my pain
A sweet aroma
My love for you
©? Brenda V northeast 29 Dec. 2011
I didn’t have my rose colored glasses
when I saw the things I shouldn’t see
when I heard things that I shouldn’t hear
when life was just to complicated for me to bare
I was too young to understand life’s
frustrations & peoples temptations & all the situations that caused Revelations
All I needed was someone to give me my rose colored glasses
To protect my eyes from Life's big surprise!
but not like birthdays!..no..no not through these eyes....
But, It’s ok!, I found my glasses! The rose colored one’s... You see, they block out your
hate, your anger, your jealousy, & betrayal that you have bestowed upon me. So say what
you want, say what you please. I live through my rose colored glasses & you cant TOUCH
ME...
I bought you some rose colored glasses,
Because you were feeling so blue.
I thought that these rose colored glasses
Would make you feel as good as new.
If you see the world without color,
Things look very dreary and sad.
Maybe these rose colored glasses
Will add color and make you feel glad.
When you feel sad and downhearted,
Remember God still cares for you.
He’s still on the throne, and He adores you.
Have faith, and He’ll see you thru.
God knows all about your troubles.
He is aware when the sparrow falls.
Don’t be anxious, don’t worry and fret.
He is our God, He’s the Lord of all.
Warmth blew in with the icy cold winter wind
It smelt like the bitter taste of brown honey
Stinging feeling that felt extremely pleasant
Something’s are worth looking at
only through a rose colored glasses
I wake at the ascension of a golden dawn
to meditate on early morning's mystique
To the amber shoreline, I'm always drawn
It's serenity and tranquility that I seek
How calm the lake's water without a ripple
On a sheet of glass, is my mirrored reflection
I seek its tranquil comfort as a babe, a nipple
To me, this is a moment of sheer perfection
It's hope of a budded flower before it blooms
In solitude, I peer through rose-colored glasses
I feel no dread about what in darkness looms
but too soon, my Pollyanna moment passes
Wishing life was different like I lived between the lines; not so predictable free to flow with time. My mind steadily at unrest won't let me see the best in you, in me. All I long for is to be free, like flying high, not even in, but passed the sky! If I could see it all through your rose colored glasses, but would that be a lie? Can life be so simple; here just put these glasses on, all your stress, troubles, struggles...GONE!..I can't live that lie. The best takes time; I've given my heart, so why can't I fly?
I am a prisoner of memories from the past,
Flashbacks without warning of a marriage that did not last.
Through rose colored glasses, I see a love now scattered to the wind,
But in reality he had ceased to be a husband, a lover, or even a friend.
Memories lie and make you think your life together was ideal,
They invade the heart, but are like ghosts, and are not real.
It’s time to take off the rose colored glasses, and leave the past behind,
Memories make bad bed fellows, and do not give peace of mind.
My heart was blackened and hardened by pain and misery
You shined your light upon my soul, it softened me completely
My walls they fell, I walked out of hell, my heart began swell
What force, what power, what energy could this be
For I'm a man of sorrow who's face you lit up with glee
I now have found the one who's heart is meant for me.