Short Prismatic Poems
Short Prismatic Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Prismatic by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Prismatic by length and keyword.
I closed my eyes and
An array of colors were seen,
Like unto prismatic stained glass.
I saw it start to approach and
Watched to grow.
within mind-body bliss beats display, myriad prismatic love hues
02-March-2023
Beneath the Rainbow Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
Silver hair still shines-
a nesting place for wisdom
and ageless beauty.
Born of prismatic, white light-
haven to winged, flying thoughts...
sunshine on warm september mornings
autumn eases in quiet and on tiptoes
love in many splendoured colours
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
spider weaves a Monet-inspired web
– prismatic garden of color
NB: Inspired by, but not entered in, Beneath the Rainbow Poetry Contest sponsored by JCB Brul
~ temple of coral...
parrotfish weave sun columns -
the dance... prismatic ~
In Life
it unlocks
even
rusty doors.
Like a rainbow
Hope spreads
prismatic colors.
All rights reserved ~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~02.04.14
*Septolet -14 words, 2 stanzas, one topic
precious pearly moonbeams
peachy pink sunset's pause
poufs of blooms in a field
prismatic in hushed pomp
pouty weeping willows
parrots screeching summer
petite girl with a plum
hues
rainbows
arched spectrum
prismatic glow
purple, magenta, yellow, pink and lime
Leprauchans leave pots of gold at the base
foolish men search
chase mirage
without
end
In green/blue shimmering shades
Alien squarbs have been sighted
From southern tip to northern shores
Prismatic globules lighted
Collectively in the Azores
Theresa Stephens
21st June 2014
Staring through a prismatic window
it's a clear artistic vision;
Puddles fill up one by one;
We ride the rhythmic rain,
smiles start to downpour;
Thunderstorm turns
creative
with a
splash.
Like promised grace unfurled, its prismatic arc reminds a darkened world.
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for the Beneath The Rainbow Poetry Contest
sponsored by JCB Brul
written on 3/2/23
Does monochrome count as a color?
Does the prismatic spectrum matter?
The rods and the cones count for nothing;
For we've painted a world of our own. .
~08 Jun 2016~
down in the meadow
flowers bloom in all colors
and butterflies reign
sunshine monarch bliss
in emerald blooming grass
lovely moon tonight
prismatic hued flight
days of golden rhapsody
in changeless summer
Voices have a color
like anger or happiness,
shouting from the rainbow
in palettes of sound
Voices have a color
like red, blue, or green,
painting the silence
—in brushstrokes of fire
(Dreamsleep: June, 2021)
Physics like poetry
Propagates profound truths:
Properties of motion
Perplexing conundrums
Principles of chaos
Potential difference
Prismatic view of life
05.10.20
Pleiades Poetry Contest -sponsored by Joseph May
Sun
Peering
O’er the sea.
Prismatic waves
Reflect painted sky.
Colorful ripples dance,
Pelican silhouettes glow
With halos of pink, orange, gold.
As the orb climbs higher in the sky,
Bright light casts its gleam as stars and moon fade
this sun
is illusive
like mind
in thoughts
of you
and love
i stand naked
beneath unborn
memories
shadowless
alone
clouds above
aglow
in prismatic
tears
waiting
to give birth
to this emptiness
that swells
in my eyes
The Door at Journey's End
trudging crystalled snow
the standing people flank me
their prismatic souls
guide my nearing journey's end
to the door where you await
~by deborah burch©
5/14/2012
inspired by the picture taken in Canada
A celestial dancer,
pirouettes through the prismatic tapestries.
It's luminescent waltz, illuminating secrets whispered at the crossroads of reality...
...the fabric of time...
...twisting the alchemy of existence.
The
universe
bends.
Hues of emotion
Nuances within
Their colouration
Rainbow beauteous
Prismatic delight
We as witness
From the fulcrum
Imbibe each pulse
Through sense of touch
In silence
Staid stillness
Aliveness
Grateful
For Gods
Gift
09-October-2020
feelings&
moods
faceless elongated
graceful
flooded
enchantment
in
suffused
equilibrium
in
prismatic
planes
of
perpetual grief
personified
Standing beside the woods,
I await a breeze to embrace me.
Sitting at the seashore,
I foresee up surging tides cuddle me.
Blooming like a prismatic flower,
I watch butterflies caress me.
My credence that you will hug me tight,
I hang onto the belief !!!
"Hugs"
what the ancient groom
kens with exclamatory
bliss: his prismatic diamond.
profusion of light,
tintinnabulation of
melodic soulmates ~ the bride.
4/9/2020
Title chosen: Infinitude
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Checked with howmanysyllables.com
How still is our stillness, if we as yet intuit
continuity of the sounds of silence,
within organic form with which we identify,
thus subconsciously inking wisdom imbibed,
with memory imagery and conditioned belief,
deludedly proclaiming prismatic hues as truth?