Chameleon Poems - Poems about Chameleon

Couple coding : she combined the two first names to create one name. Fans of this character often loved these two people. While their characters were hot: they would often tour signing autographs, making a lot of money selling merchandise and meeting there fans.Key frames in animation often bridge the gap: between keyframes. It's a term called inbetweens. The...

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In a world of faces, I'm lost in the crowd A master of mimicry, but my true self's avowed I change with the seasons, like leaves on the tree A chameleon's camouflage, to blend in with glee. I've tried on many faces, like masks in a play Hoping to find my true self, but it slips away I've copied the confident,...

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No one can wholly understand love Love is never what one thinks it is Love often comes as a snippy surprise As a starry shock stemming from above. Love is a hieroglyphic puzzle Love has the power to muzzle Shackle, overpower, direct and destroy Love can be a very volatile or hazardous toy. As soon as one is somewhat comfortable Love shows her ugly...

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Ode to Chameleon You are many people in one That disguises himself but still is himself You hide beneath the tree because you know danger Yet you are danger to others Many skins in one but you portray only one Green and naive but out comes red when you need to hunt Out come blue when you need...

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Judged 1. They are all liars, Talking about others Behind their backs, Thinking they are better. 2. But everyone has Their own faults. They don’t see The pain a person hides, Just because they’re smiling. 3. A day will come, A day when they are judged For all the things They have done. 4. All I feel for them is pity— Pity for the words They’ve spoken, For the things They’ve done. 5. Everyone has Their own flaws, Yet they still...

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Though I struggle to admit it I am such a chameleon. Ever changing my mask, coiffure and demure, to be what you want, or you think I am, or what you think I want to be, other than just me, what I think I am. Alone in my room, I ask: "Who's that stranger?" staring back at me in the mirror or reflected in...

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From out of the lacustrine,dense tract, green Lining the silent mossy forlorn lake keen , Came out leaping and hopping,a fat frog ; He landed and stopped on a reedy clog , As he saw the Chameleon on a stem frail , Gripping fast the rush with its prehensile tail , Croaking and flicking his tongue around, To relish one and...

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I am a chameleon, changing the colors of my soul, wearing the roles that others have woven for me. For some, I am the healing balm for their wounds, I absorb their pain like a sponge, healing without asking for anything in return. For others, I am the storm, a dark...

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The con man wears a greasy, porcelain grin trumpets like a swan but the soul of a raven. From paper mâché pulpit. he'll surely sling thrice tainted blood drops passed off as gems. His compliments are marbled with plastic spray painted over in fool's gold from your bones he whittles drumsticks his words are Luke-warm but the heart rattles cold. Simply, he's...

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To the moon and back Like the song, I struggled to survive this. Lost myself while trying To fit in, to alter, Changing my human skin To a chameleon skin. Not to shine. Not to stand out. Not to be too much. Lost myself in my attempt To be less....

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He knows but I myself won't tell him looking at me in sorrow Having fun with that laughter too i will never tell anyone I'm in this thought every evening What new sorrow will tomorrow Who will show new colors like a chameleon I am sitting with sorrow, that too is my friend One day that too will show a new color Will leave happiness in...

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In the shallow light of the moon, the shadow dives into the Hydrangeas seeking a camouflage of dark green the howl of the wolf pierces the silence of the sleepy night like the cry of a hungry infant the chameleon turns a fuchsia to hide from an intruder foraging the bushes meanwhile a juicy insect is within its strike it is in a dilemma should it let go of its meal on a platter or should...

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People change from time to time But time does not change for a dime Time is money, that’s the slogan Time is a serious and stalwart weapon People change every hour of the day But time remains steadfast everyday Every hour, every minute and every second Time has no hand, yet it is in high demand People die every day, as more are...

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when the chameleon entered our jungle that day The large carnivores promptly headed his way I am mostly a plant eater, and I yelled no! They turned their heads, but only halfway so. It was enough to allow the chameleon to escape I do not know if he went toward the mountain or cape But his colors were so beautiful, I...

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Baby chameleon with the gorgeous turquoise scales and happy grin We like everything about you, especially your round dimples and chin. I would spend more time with you, but there is a barrel I am in. I do not dare escape it, for I am in a contest that I need to win....

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