Short Rose Colored Poems
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Rose colored glasses
a fantasy view perceived
splendid get away
almost not wanting to leave
everyone should own a pair...
song wrens
yell back at the
ash rose colored sky
with their tiny wings
tucked by her side
that kindly say its my turn
we witness the apostle eyes
of the ash rose colored butterfly
bright circles on her wing
wings that flutter into the
ethereal deep blue sky
There was an optician somewhat blind
Whose patients found him easy to malign.
So he gave rose-colored glasses
A move that calmed the masses.
Now his practice has become sublime.
picturesque
dreamscape
rose colored
glasses worn
by the disillusioned
mind
world seen not how
it truly is
but instead
seen how
one wants to
view there
waking life
All the pretty ones want to be smart
the smart girls want to be pretty
different masks to dance in
the ultimate illusion
we all want it all
shiny perfect
rose colored
black blue
you
delicate ruffled
rose colored geraniums
snaring honey bees
lasting all summer
lifting faces to the sun
glorifies the yard
bordering garden
a fairy like loveliness
lasting one season
quixotic dreamer
constructing silver windmills
when she looks at him
rose colored glasses
optimistic attitude
giving them a chance
forever unite
a starry eyed realist
rebel who needs love
Come purchase assurance! Salvation sold here!
Our rose-colored glasses cure doubt, pride, and fear.
Believe without question and watch your faith grow.
(The price may be truth, but it’s not like you’ll know.)
Warmth blew in with the icy cold winter wind
It smelt like the bitter taste of brown honey
Stinging feeling that felt extremely pleasant
Something’s are worth looking at
only through a rose colored glasses
Glass houses,
Rose colored glasses-
All we hear
All we say...
How do you see the world
from my eyes to yours?
All steps...back and forth
walking through doors...
Who's house,
mine or yours?
Form:
Ding
Rings True
The clock bell blue
Found a new hidden Hue
Within warp-ed minds of the few
Brought on by effect of very strong brew
Through rose colored glasses anew
Rings True
Dong
6/5/2017
++++++++++++++++++ Perception
Rose colored glasses
the truth has me seeing red
facets in focus
GINSU-KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE USA
I breathed in the scent of the sunsets,
Cherry pit war mines covering the street,
Rose colored petals dancing in the background,
The sun painting me pink,
Crickets symphony under the lights,
That Summer that never left me.
Through rose colored glasses
I see your faults
Your lies
But I vowed it all
When I came to your bed
Even if the thorns scratch
The rose still offers me
Besides my pain
A sweet aroma
My love for you
©? Brenda V northeast 29 Dec. 2011
I didn’t place my name
Because I didn’t want the words tethered to me,
I want no credit,
Hoping that the verbiage gives you sight.
A prescription of my rose colored glasses.
Hoping that each string of words are embroidered on your heart.
"Yesterday, seems so far away"
and so different from today
As we look in rose-colored mist
where memories fondly exist
Alas, the truth so often lies
Hidden deeply in clouded skies
Or, painted as a golden leaf
A somewhat truth in Bas Relief
The brainwashed masses,
Wearing rose-colored glasses,
And nonchalantly flashing passes,
Never realizing the hourglasses
Are running out of time.
Miasmic shadows
And dystopian blows
Are working to transpose
The masses' crystal rose
Into a thick unending slime.
The mind drifts
free-floats gaily
far, far from its moorings
lighter-than-air
Associations stream
in-and-out on
ribbons, wisps of lazy strings
hanging from rose-colored kites
Dark forces loom
yet undetected
thoughts breathlessly racing
beyond our tenuous grasp
together again
we shall journey
down this
road of life
as we looked
behind the golden trail and
the thoughts of you imagined
Oh that
sweet break of dawn and
first early light begins
what fresh eyes did see
your ash rose colored smile
the beauty of thee
all i can feel and together we
pipe dream
false hope
in a future
together
unrealistic
irrational
internalized
rose colored
clouds that
cover up the
truth of reality
there is no hope
for a future together
now
truly there was
never ever any
chance of a life
time together
it was all just a
fantasy
The moon lights a glorious glowing path before us
like a splayed yellow band stretched to the stars
where we walk and listen to the nightbird sing
and allow our hearts to be moved by its melody
we hold the hand that flames the embers of our soul
and enter a rose colored rapture that joins our hearts
nearby a moss covered angel kneels in prayer
hands grasped she weeps in the autumn rain
oh, this mournful image touches my soul
and among the stained glass leaves flowers are fading
at mom's grave I lay rose-colored roses already wilted
knowing in hours they too ... will be withering
ROSE COLORED GLASSES
Everything crimson
Through my eyes everything red
Demons dancing in my head
Mars is blue Saturn red
Cut the body of an oyster it bleeds blue blood
Such an make believers' disaster
This is from mine imagination
It's what I see in my rose colored glasses
05/15/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
2018©
I want to feel
The warmth
The joy
The love
All things I’ve been denied
The desire to not only give affection
But to receive it in turn
I want to have something rosey
To change my ever stale grey world
I’m tired of looking from the outside in
But want to be the one being looked at
From grey to rose colored
I want to feel