Prismed Poems | Examples

Prismed Face: An Abstraction

*Please note: 
I'm not in the throes of sadness.  Just a write for another poetry site.
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My eyes are half closed for I fear to see
what worry and anxiety have made of me.
All day I've been twisted out of shape,
wincing at my disheveled appearance.
Life has taken a toll with its interference.

My mirrored face is a prism, a color spectrum,
reflections that indicate the paths I've traveled.
It's no wonder I look completely unraveled
and seem to be moving in opposite directions.

I'm an abstract work of art, hastily brushed
with my own hand when I'm feeling rushed.
Blue when sadness tears my world in two,
Cadmium yellow on days when I feel mellow.

When heated anger tints my soul, my cheeks
flush with shades of red and buff. It's been weeks
since I've felt bold enough to paint with oils.
Misfortune leaves me feeling like used tin foil.

I must pull myself back together and gather
my thoughts. Untwist the ropes that tether me.
Too many worries have crisscrossed my face
and spying eyes I've come to intensely despise.

Mirrors, Unhung

Within prismed images I was captured
along with twilight as it tinted the sky.
We were ensnared during a power struggle 
at the hour when sunlight wrestled the moon.
Neither wanted to vacate the celestial throne.

But I was the one fighting hardest to survive
when beveled tongues along mirrored edges
roared at me in the wilderness of life's jungle.
Voices were raised that sounded vaguely familiar.
The bitterness echoed and surrounded me.
I was blinded by distorted light from all directions.

Hunted like prey in the wilds, 
staying alive proved to be a fractious task.
But fracturing seemed to be my only way out.
I broke down the walls of the reflective maze
and walked over dagger blades of broken shards.
Mirrors that are not hung never pose a threat.

In Nature's Glory

As I awake from night's deep sleep
morning light begins its grand sweep.
Across the skyline, it unfurls
as dewdrops hang like strands of pearls.

Resembling tears, not those of grief,
they quench the thirst of each dry leaf.
On prismed drops they drink their fill
as sunlight climbs above the hill.

My flowers sup from Nature's tap.
Their petals cupped so they could lap
the nurturing moisture of life
when lack of rainfall brings them strife.

Sun has risen and morning broke.
In the sky is a golden yolk.
Its warmth has spread over the Earth.
Each day is likened to rebirth.

Twilight will find sunlight fading.
Its hours are quickly abrading,
but darkness will never hold sway~
Luna will not be kept at bay.

With us, moonlight shares her soft glow,
ruling the tides that ebb and flow.
One more day that tells the story
of nature in all its glory.

Soft Shade of Twilight

Honeyed amethyst is the soft shade of twilight
as it smoothly melds with sunset's prismed hues
Moonlight glints with the glow of a lustrous pearl
Stars gleam as multifaceted as crosscut diamonds
Celestial beauty reigns in the bejeweled night sky

Come, I Invite You to Suckle

Sea, I stand upon your shore with the rising of the sun 
as sanguine shades of dawn blend with an amber sky
Long before the overture of the human race has begun
I walk barefoot on the sand; to moonlight wave goodbye

When Ra lifts his heavy eyelids and wipes away the sleep
his light is softly reflected in prismed mirrors on your skin
I wonder what buried treasure lies within your waters, deep
before my mind is captured by the wake of a dorsal fin

Your smooth satin surface is without wrinkles or ripples 
It beckons me, "Come," as though you invite me to suckle
upon the salty crested waves of your whitecapped nipples
and I, powerless to refuse, would wade in and gladly truckle

Oh, rising Sea, would I were the wind to caress your cheek
I'd not tire of lying cradled in the ebb and flow of your tide
Rocked by gentle motion, I'd be entranced by your mystique
Upon Earth, you are feared and worshipped, far and wide

Your voice lashes out with Neptune's roar when riled in rage
but tranquil in peace when moonlight shimmers in the night
What dark secrets you hold would fill a novel, page after page
You evoke my mind with questions; flames burning, you ignite

Opposed To Find Your Rainbows End

A quiet storm made its way
Feelings strewn and blown astray
Enamored in one another were we
In turns a desperation to be free
Lost in each other, thus
A soft-focused portrait of us

Warm is the sea as the sun is swallowed                 
Pleading vacant hearts no longer hollowed                                                                                 
Silhouettes kiss in night’s moonlight
Tranquil bliss as our hearts reignite 
All hindrances and snags we now transcend
At a shimmering prismed rainbow’s end

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….

Radiant Reverberations

Written: August 22, 2023
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radiant echoes
sunrise morns and sunset glares~
lost souls find their way

wavering colors
northern lights dance in the sky~
beauty in chaos

a flower persists
growing through the cracks of life~
strength in disaster

snowflakes gently fall
wintry delights enchant us~
nature's masterpiece

heart of elegance, 
kindness shines through every act~
goodness never fades.

the prismed waterfalls
colors cascade and collide~
spectacle of love

To Find Your Rainbows End

A quiet storm made its way
Feelings strewn and blown astray
Enamored in one another were we
In turns a desperation to be free
Lost in each other, thus
A soft-focused portrait of us
Harsh and cold are the fates 
As rage tears and alienates
Torn souls rarely mend
Hence a star-crossed waning end
A thousand miles starts with a single step
A journey’s unfathomable depth
All that glitters does not glow
Rare a shimmering prismed rainbow
Unlike what we’ve been told
Stark emptiness, ne’er a pot of gold
We lift up, step back
The evident lacuna, what we lack,
You’ll be there, I’ll be here, 
When abstract dream pop-ups appear
When red flags sound off alarms,
When under a rainbow with open arms!
You’ll find us not as illusions
Real enough, peaceful resolutions
When the rain subsides
A misty rainbow abides
Beneath we’ll pass
Free from sadness alas
With no quandary or doubt
It feels good to reach out
Your sunshine smile wide to ears
Loosens all ingrained fears
Reflections of you form
Together we’ll quiet the storm
At a rainbows end

Teardrop Prisms

In my teardrops and prismed raindrops,
and in rainbow hues I glimpse your face,
with the grins and smiles I long to see.
If only I could hold you again in my embrace.
My darling daughter, I wish it could be,
but the only traces of you I'll ever see
will be in each teardrop reverie.

How I yearn for stormy weather,
knowing that soon a rainbow will appear
and once more I will see you there,
running down the lane without fear,
my laughing child without a care.
In the sunlight's prismed mirror
I glimpse reflections of your curly hair.

In my teardrops and prismed raindrops
you come into view and time stands still.
Memories of you enter my mind
of my beautiful child, before you were ill.
Though you are now beyond my reach,
I will never become resigned
to the boundary that lies between us,
for our two hearts will forever be aligned.

The Rapture

the rapture 


Each story fell to the ground
feathers were collected
in the die-off different colours
prismed in the silver dust 
of moon eclipsing sun
the in-between time
where the sky parted
like torn curtains 
the Grimoire words
flew off the page
into the aether 
black keys fed
to speak golden spells 
bringing life back screaming 
from the black open caverns
of the banished and repelled
bit-by-bit the brimstone cracks 
and sparks from the depths of death 
the mortal substance skerrick, 
near to invisible but heard 
for what it is now, seraphim 
3 sets of wings, rolls off the emptiness 
in echoing tears the becoming breaks
through waves rapturefarious
collecting immortal strength 
from the deep ink pockets of dark 
mined mind firmly set concrete 
and contracted in the fires of hell
the phoenix rises like a raptor
its beating heart lit 

(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)



“Casshern” / Ursine Vulpine
https://youtu.be/nRY5pcA4jk8


"Oxygene 8 Megamix"  / Jean Michel Jarre
https://youtu.be/LfkqJOAEsFM





rapturefarious
rapturefurious






https://www.britannica.com/topic/seraph

Old Tower Clock

A glint of sunlight from its prismed face
Catches the eye of the weary beholder,
For years occupying a hallowed space
The old tower clock still chimes bolder,
Stolid guardian marking time and place
As hours pass slowly in the marketplace.

It clearly tolls and lonely, too, at midnight
When townfolks are at home sound asleep,
Year after year its appointed hour’s respite
A time to live, a time to die, tolling complete
Seeming to know the proper tonality
When pealing for one's funereal finality.

Written September 20, 2022

Cat Skills

Kitty Cats inhabit the space between day, and night
guarding the twilight from the unknown Dark.

Seeking out nooks and crevices,
they stalk,
lurking at the peripheries of trees.

Surrounded by numerous unseen creatures, their graceful frames greet the dimly-lit dawn.
Avoiding the inevitable waning of the shadows, they retreat
with green, prismed eyes narrowing, half-awake, half-
asleep, to a corner of the windowsill.

Crouching behind the curtain’s edge, they brace themselves one last time,
in never ending pursuit of  the “Other”.

Bright Holidays

Please, bright holidays - summon irresistible cheer 
that dancing souls can celebrate with free hearts.

Let hallow'd observances pass with seasonal soundtracks, tinsel-prismed 
cascades of multicolored lights and evergreen scents.

Too often these days, our joys seem hostage held
by some fearsome heaviness, like that of a guilty thing.

Give wholesome nights back their power to charm,
enjoy festive feelings, and pass those, as gifts, on to others.

Prismed Skies

Each day at dusk, prismed skies unfold
Pink threads are woven with rays of gold
Sunset's glow is reflected in soft glimmers
on waves rippling in serpentine shimmers
Earth is a painting in roseate pastel light
brushed at twilight, among clouds in flight


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