Prism Poems - Poems about Prism

Twin eyes, twin perspectives Pick your poison; they're both too hard to explain The cloudy sphere raining down once again While it's earthen brother quakes uncontrollably Ten years passed as ten years started A growling eclipse blots the sun and spreads disease It goes by many names, many forms As it eternally revolves far beyond my reach The boy died in a snowstorm...

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An Escarpment of memories Distilled into form Congealed to moisture Before the storm. I visit vagaries of such places where measuring worlds Or matching faces Upon that inward surface Of a glassy eye, May bring one tears to cry. I try to keep them from escaping I cannot be their jailer, I stand without an argument, A broken...

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Escaped leave parts way sensed brittle cell bathes feign light darkens hope bottled self awashed price of freedom death...

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Looking at him is like looking through a kaleidoscope He feeds my fascination with all of his beautiful colors His body full of light and sound I love his brown eyes Their glorious depth that draws me in Their shape, their shade His chocolate , his mahogany, his cinnamon Warm cherry against his honey skin he lights up , a diety...

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Through the prism of the soul, a mysterious alliance of reflections is bound, Pieced together from shards of worlds lost under bare soles. Streams of betrayal trickle over the skin, constructing ruby maps In ten directions, to be wrung out, to be cleansed of primal anguishes. The agony writhes, a tremor of despair suffocated between stammering sobs, A home is...

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I stand Standing upon the emerald landscape posture stiff and still Eyes like black holes devouring the space around me Glass horse galloping, prisms exploding through the plainlands Time passes faster and faster the clouds cocoon and bloom into a wrinkled face, nearing a necessary wail I blink A cliffside abbey, tourmaline waves crash into the fissured face Hung to the horizon, dangling like a...

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Sun settles On the winter chimes While setting. As crystals, virtuous choir, ring— running frost on glass; shadows back off At a bruised muse's light split— cold brass on fire Sun settles From December's trill Like bright gloom....

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it was beyond my control yet every aspect and tilt my movements directed precisely until out of my control momentum gathers prediction possible ...

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Polished glass shines like dazzling diamond faces, Refracts the VIVGYOR spectrum of linear rainbow, Imbues colors as emotion passing through prism heart traces. Sparkling luminescent life then becomes a kaleidoscopic show, Makes in prismatic mind the stream of euphoric hues to flow....

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Coloring clouds with sparkling sapphire filling them in with a clear blue sky; Seamless strokes paint a glittery glow, a happy thought’s an art deco gem; Catching the light as if bathed in fire nature’s potent muse pleases the eye; Throwing a smile on every shadow they brighten with fresh optimism; A cyclone that leaves an all time low gives way...

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Bits of what we had Became unstrung, life then spun Out of my control. Then saw goodness of your soul... Sadly cannot find them all....

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Visually impaired - I view the mirrors The effect - I danced in life Colors - Hues impressed my very soul I became the artist -I painted Love of life's beauty - realism indeed Even the flower the challenge at most Sanity within me as I push brush Exerted up all night it takes a toll Teachers- astounding bringing best But yet I...

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I wander through childhood memories Kicking dust off feelings unexplored Perhaps now an old smile for young tears 26 Jan 2023 Tricube Poetry Contest...

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Who built the rainbow prism house in the forest this week? Not us, said the chipmunks, grasshoppers and mice with a squeak. An elf, a faerie, blue dragonfly, gnome or unicorn. This was thrown out by a puffed-up beetle with a horn. Seriously, said north wind, it must have been built by gods. More like gargoyle princesses, said cottonwood with...

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windless waves of whirling stars breathless unicorn dreams morning fog clari-forms clear mindful maelstroms melt present ten se promises placed braveheart beliefs burgeoning unconditional utter...

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