Polychromatic Poems | Examples

Convergence Of Memory Spectrum

Life’s mélange of motifs fades
as time’s wheel turns on the last lap.
Tangled hues of memory spectrum converge
while the spider crawls on the senile face.
I haven’t closed my eyes on the magic mirror.
Kaleidoscopic snapshots.

Show of polychromatic pictures;
entranced reflection flickers in the glint of eyes.
As cobweb contours the sanguine face
corridors to the past converge in nothingness.
Yonder haze shrouds the last mile trail;
twilight tinges life’s frail lattice.

one step at a time

synapses continued their neuronal junction
long after the seed’s path had been planted

the miracle proceeded in mind and mindfulness
as the journey became her labour of love

prismatic eyes shone once again in a mirror
polychromatic and full of compassion and trust

she was all about comfort

She had gorgeous polychromatic hair
Slapped her clothes together without much care
Checkered, speckled, polka dotted too
She was all about comfort, my girl Sue

BLACK AND WHITE

Children will  hear children will be told
Of the stories of once, in colors so bold
Only black and white are left in this world
The rest all have turned to mould
Grey is the sky, grey is the ground
The sparks up above are turning black 
as they fly around
Tears rolling down faces in monochromatic eye's
Everything is colourless or have we 
Just become color blind? 
Yet in my hands, I hold this little
Polychromatic portfolio, seeing 
all of those colors left so long ago
Wherever you are and wherever you grow
Please reappear into this black and white hold
Where have all the colors gone to? 
Please tell me if you know or have they 
vanished down below
Get them quick, get them bold
If you want your black and white stories
Bleed color as you grow old!

Color

Everyone sees color differently

some color-blind

yet they know the texture and 
warmth of shades, bland
grays more a product of heart
and not one’s eyes – 

not all black and white, coldly set,

appealing only a stark contrast

some light embracing its 
fine-line shadows
as midnights with stars and
moon in warmth of touch – 

meet me in the polychromatic
moment, where all spectrum
shards of color im-prismed
are released, forever to unveil a
harmony unbreached….

Colorful

I’m singing in colors of champagne sapphire 
curating mauve rhymes from orchid twilight,
as bleached butterflies bloom and soar higher,
candles of love rekindle through moonlight.
Polychromatic phosphenes burn so bright.
Twin flames of technicolor fiesta,
paint dusky horizons from stellar heights
when blood rose within lies in siesta.

Aureolin strokes of firm faith transpire,
thawing blue icicles on frosty thorns
Tossing pastel petals dipped in despair.
Yet, stars above the raven valley mourn,
sprinkling pixie dust upon mellow horns,
Hoping someday there'll be no unseen tears
Pushing soulmates to the pyre in forlorn.
We rewrite neon swan-songs with no fears

Perhaps, black is the synonym of love,
woven to the silver wings of midnight.

Carousel Mirrors

I remember childhood carousel mirrors,
antique, ornate, intoxicating, glimmering,  
glinting, gleaming, turning,
calliope piping, toy top twirling, shimmering.
I remember all those early years of yearning.

I remember grainy analog TV,
pallid, pasty-faced, fuzzy vestiges,
wavy-gray shadow-shades so giddy.
I remember the vapid, vacant egregious,
the dull corporate thievery of the airwaves.

I remember polychromatic butterflies,
splodgy, splotchy, wavy, Lepidoptera, 
dewy glorious mornings playing in a puerile land.
I remember wispy pastels, childish whispered chimera hopes.
We all wanted to believe in the carousel.

I remember wooden yearlings swirling,
ponies pumping, rolling, my resemblance careening,
my semblance of being aspiring in glittery silvery sterling.
I remember so many seraphs pirouetting, 
all silently streaming, mercifully redeeming. 
I remember childhood carousel mirrors.

Pulchritude of Love

Fly me to the moon, my love
Let's embark our fresh new start
Hand in hand
We'll leave all the worries behind
And bury our glitters in the galaxy
Make them splendid
Like no other star

Or build our own castle in the ocean deep
Let the inhabitants be our witnesses
They'll dance through the waves
They'll sing melodies
Only our hearts could hear
As we explore our own realm
And make it polychromatic
Not even rainbow could ever
Dare to beat

See the birds in the velvet sky
From biggest to littlest
Humming and soaring high
Even the industrious ants
Paused a moment
Or the trees 
Or the grass in the earth
Swaying harmoniously
Or feel the zephyr!
Touching our deepest skin
Delighted, honored and pleased
As we paint our very own masterpiece

Morning Glory

Bloom in early morn,

                                       polychrome bells twist  on vine.

                                         Bright sun brings your show.

Found My Butterfly Wings

My life wrapped up in so few words
A paradox of convoluted simplicity
There’s basically what came before~ then what came after you
With you intrinsically at the core the heart of my life
All in all it’s been one long winding scenic roadtrip
With polychromatic memories and treasures amassed
All culminating now into this one bubbling cauldron
I am pressed by a sense of urgency to make up for lost time
Once the soul of an artist trapped in a butterfly without wings
I now feel whole and compelled to creativity and leave my legacy



AP: 2nd place 2020

Submitted on September 27, 2019 for contest STORY OF MY LIFE IN TEN LINES sponsored by SILENT ONE  -  RANKED 2ND

Over To You Little *****

Raging Red nailed by reason to controlled anger
Shaded disappointment lies deceit corroding grey
White like the bathroom cleaner You swallowed

The smell of empty boundaries transgressed
Rusty razorblades oozing blood and manipulation
Distasteful taste of rotting matter mottled flesh

Colouring outside a medley of confused emotions
A striking demonstrative match incinerating
Abusing trust respect compassion care and shooting
Salvos like a paint ball onto pained grave canvas

Surely a polychromatic cry for helping with the
‘What’ the ‘Self’ the self-destructive saturation

But mind you this is a chance now one opportunity
To link from dot to dot your bleeding droplets 
Yours to own disown your brush to break or stroke

31st 2018

Art Girl

'Tis so, I adore a polychromatic Muse.
She's a plethora of jolly dramatic hues.
Not to bore yuh surely with rant sophomoric,
But her aura is purely phantasmagoric.

I hear people ask, “Am I her signif other?"
But fear she might see me as only a brother.
It is quite fantabulous and those sorts of things;
So we, the two of us, will be looking at rings.

Let's

Let's


Writhe pleasingly just below the pole, red, hot reggae style 
			Absorb the arousal created by bright melon orange sunsets, 				                                       spreading deep rays still warm on the skin


                                    ~ComLetUs~

			
			Admire the setting of the scorching core of light, center of the                    Solar System, Milky Way Galaxy, Universe as it dissipates in the blink of an eye,   below the white frigid depths of the Ocean’s deep, cool, blue hue 
			Dance; gracefully toss back and forth, to and fro in the 					        polychromatic afterglow




										Sunshine Williams

Bang the Creator

Bang! The Creator


Fourteen billion years ago, sky t’was vacant, stark and wanting

Bang! Floods in red, orange, yellow, yellow-white and the bluest of blue												    

The softer She pushed just extended the incandescent spawning

Polychromatic optics filled the void, which now gleans with stars of unparalleled  hue                                                    							       




                                                                      Rhyming Quatrain
                                                                 Fantasy for Mystic Rose
                                                                           6/23/2015

Eos Garden

Tonight we’ll share the heavens;
Souls knitted into one,
Fly together we, the ochre moontrails,
on gossamer wings.

The decanter overflows with nectar;
its sweetness permeates the ethereal void,
like ephemerous orbs when touched
by the hands of a child.

The secret Garden’s lit by Eos’ mirth;
polychromatic hues emanate from glassine showers;
Gait filling the place, radiating in splendor,
Warming every psyche in its solace.

Silence may, yet rule the void;
Plenary peace acquiesced e’en for a nanosecond.
Then from some aperture, a tiny tingle crescendos,
as the angelic host thunder their majestic heralds.

Come with me now my beloved;
Dry I your tears with lotus petals,
Come with me now, reach out your hand
and together we’ll share a millennium in a succinct moment
in this paradise called DREAMS.

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