Rainbow Free Verse Poems | Examples
These Rainbow Free Verse poems are examples of Free Verse poems about Rainbow. These are the best examples of Free Verse Rainbow poems written by international poets.
In the depths of thoughts, where moonbeams intertwine with dreams,
Madness is super-sanity, a whirlwind of stars at dusk, full of surprises.
Normality, a pale shadow, losing its essence in the flat horizon,
Lack of imagination, a sky without clouds, losing its art.
Creativity is a dancing flame on the edge of an abyss,
A rainbow born from rains of thoughts, calling for new fantasies.
In an ocean of banality, only madness can still sing,
A siren's song that deeply vibrates in the soul, resonating eternally.
Through the labyrinths of minds, where normality is an overly trodden path,
Only madness finds ways to blue skies, where clouds have dispersed.
A universe of colors pouring from an untamed soul,
Where magic and melancholy have found their divine dance.
In September, my mind draws inspiration from east to west.
A blood red morning sun is an incredibly spectacular sight.
The contrasts create some truly unique experiences,
with warm autumn colors stretch far up the mountainside.
The hills erupt in a spectacle of rusty brown and gold.
If I'm lucky, I might even catch a glimpse of a rainbow.
They told me I would
eventually find my
rainbow
but never mentioned
that it
would one day
abandon me
too.
We live together
People, nations, countries, continents
White, brown, and black look different
Maybe, but behind an ancient heart
Our lives have come to colorful life
Colors are different, but together one
There is no color. All the colors are the light.
More than the rainbow. Illusion that life
We live together. We can. In the light
autumn lingers unfinished
though cold drops november
rain and waits undiminished
'til native summer sun remembers
what could unmake
when days full ache
bloom autumn colors
quick winter all borders
golds greens yellows
reds purples browns
a rusted rainbow frowns
as leaves scoot over meadows
fallen from mountain forest
after fields have given harvest
a father of one teaches his son.
chase catching leaves for fun
they twist turn swivel pirouette
lunge leap slide slice 'til earth is whet
while boy staggers with arms stretched
missing while dad knows misdirect fetched
two and three leaves while son fustrated
cries to quit but egged on infuriated
at last by chance or by experience
claps and traps one in victory dance
Copyright © Cornelius Brantley | Year Posted 2024
I open behind the curtains
To let in the most beautiful ultra light
You who knows this heart better than anyone else
A soul calls out singing enchantingly
In flash your blinding
brings salt to the eyes
crystal pearls flashing diamond silver
Mixed with golden sunlight
paints a rainbow of colours
laced with angel rays shines out with love
The brightest blinding treasure truly a warm gift
It was a soft rain -- yes, I stated soft,
for rain has many texture -- some even
color. Imagine a spectrum-brush dragged
across a well wetted, primed sky, which
muted technical, dully call~ a Rainbow.
It was a long anticipated rain:
Saguaro Sentinels weary, dryly
on guard -- bristled their natural pins and needles
A night, of many, thirsty
dark folds, imbibing deeply:
Desert craving saturation --
Just beyond the dawn tomorrow
if not for some minor residue dew
the blessing will again be entirely gone --
witness the browning green hint of
a brief gully front lawn --
i seem to view the world in black and white despite my rainbow soul
my skin seems to seep the moisture of ones misfortune goal
i sharpened my broken fingers regardless of my rusty bones
in hope to fight all misfortunes and hell’s unwelcomed call
instead, i cut myself to pieces until there’s nothing left
then my rainbow soul escapes my flesh to find vengeance for my death
but i heard the screeching sound from hell shouting out my name
still i looked upon the heavens to search for the almighty fame
i raised my hands beyond the skies to get a hold of his love
but the void sucked my soul away in the absence of above
Humility
Radiating to you. My respect. Be a ruler heart
Oh, waited, loved love. Just mine. Slave a life
My tear is your rainbow in your light. Be a love
I want. I want a part. I want to respect. Just you
Yeah. Please, open the gate of your heart. Love
Be a love. The boss, and save your loss. A love
I need. I need a part. Respect and keep a love
Hmm. Wished. Just wished. Always. Your life
Tell me. How can I love? How can I respect you?
How? I don’t know the way to your heart. Hmm
No map, no key. I had a plan. Killed it, you will
Wish the lost lives. You were our life. Singing
We are waiting for you. The time of the past is so far. Dark love
Lives need you. Waiting for you with humility. Me too. Love
Change your life
Please
Hoped love
Find your way
I needed to be
Your humility
I needed to respect you
Time gone
Pay attention
Your life gone
My was yours
Respected you
Your love
In a corner of the world where dreams break in waves of silence,
And shadows dance on the edge of a heart too full,
In a sea of thoughts that pour like a river of unrest,
I stand and unravel into thousands of threads of longing and regret.
My soul, a canvas of stars that ignites and fades,
In a time that knows neither beginning nor end.
My eye sees the sky and the earth as a single breath,
While my heart pleads not to be misunderstood.
Sometimes the light within me splits like a rainbow,
But other times clouds gather, heavy, over my inner horizon.
I seek my balance on the thin line between joy and sorrow,
And in every moment I lose myself, find myself, disperse.
I am just a soul trying to find peace in the storm,
A person with flaws finely woven into the fabric of their existence.
And though I strive, sometimes I get lost in my own labyrinth,
Waiting to be understood, to be loved, to be forgiven.
In this world of shadows and lights that mix endlessly,
I cry to the heavens not to be misunderstood, to be accepted.
For deep within me, intentions are as pure as a mountain spring,
And my plea rises like an ancient song to the stars.
Desert shrines were canonical
before the Deluge.
The bamboo and fronds of their mouths
waved well in the sun,
and the strength of their arms shunned
the devilish romances of swift gales.
Oh, the heaths of the shrines
warmed the heart of the ancient world,
who brought the Rainbow as a gift! ...
And the shrines were holy
and kept the peace;
befriended the skies; flirted
with the blessings of furry, velvet clouds
and slept and rose with the vagaries of
a wild world.
But one day
the sun went suddenly wild;
the clouds in flamebursts tore off
their rain garments...
Deluge!
A watershed in the history of
Desert and her shrines.
Cannons boomed in the Deluge,
shook the roots of Desert
with the perdition of Pompeii
lying in one stretch of sleep...
And the shrines came crumbling!
I no longer praise it, no I don’t,
I no longer call it, the Nation’s pride,
Nor do I raise it anymore, it lost value.
No, it doesn’t hold its meaning anymore.
Unity became just a word, in political rhetoric,
The thread of ubuntu isn’t strong enough to-
Hold together the colors, my flag needs sewing,
Gold, green, blue, black and white no longer wave.
The rainbow isn’t a rainbow in the absence of one color,
Bishop, for now I fold and put away your dream,
No, I will not burn it, for I still believe in the dream,
The rainbow nation is a phoenix t’will rise again and wave the colors.
Perhaps one day, the flag will mend,
And the thread of unity will unite the flag
The colors will wave, vibrant and bright,
Just like Bishop D. Tutu envisioned it.
Until then, I will hold on to the hope,
That ubuntu spirit will kick the coffin open,
The rainbow’s promise will be fulfilled,
Then that will be when I wave the flag again.
a thought of beauty scared away by negative thought
is easily bought as if given free
only to put on hold the bold
a thought so beautiful an angels breathe
could carry it across time
in a gentle rain shower
all living things could then feel its beauty
and be one with this beauty
which might strive to be alive
to share the air with all that lives
the beauty says, “I’ve seen things eyes have never seen
more beautiful than a rainbow in a waterfall
I tell you of things I’ve heard
melodies so pure as to melt the strings of a harp
while transcending the harpist and audience
to states of mind and emotion never before visited
open your minds and allow the essence of life
to dilute the sin nature of physical existence
imagine the soul as it reveals itself
beyond the limitations of the body
be your soul end the struggle
accept the oneness of being
you are a part of all that is
all that surrounds you, you also surround
blend in let your existence be noted
by your extraordinaire ability
to be congruent with all that is alive
with all that that is
you may become aware that the best of you
it actually the rest of you
A.J has rainbow hair
a pierced nose
tattoos on her forehead and forearms
her clothes are outrageously strange
she looks madder than the mad hatter from Wonderland
Her grandmother welcomes A.J. with a huge smile.
Come sit in my pew! She urges her.
Glad to see her in church
Loving that she came.
Feelings, like storms, disrupt the inner peace and leave the future uncertain
Hopes, like mountains, seen and far away to reach
Desires, like eternal, keeps running and stop’s nowhere
Thoughts, like lightning, shine, disappear, and keeps coming
Tears, like rains, clear the clouds and leave it’s
Sign
Life, like ocean meets river, people comes from various channels with infinite waves, some to live and some to leave