Short Rose Colored Glasses 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...
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.
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
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.
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.
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©
My heart was blackened and hardened by pain and misery
You shined your light upon my soul, it softened me completely
My walls they fell, I walked out of hell, my heart began swell
What force, what power, what energy could this be
For I'm a man of sorrow who's face you lit up with glee
I now have found the one who's heart is meant for me.
GOD, I want to thank-you
For your miracles and blessings
That you have bestow
Upon my life and for being
With me through all of
My trials and tribulations
Thanks for guiding me through
Family betrayal, backstabbing friends
And a cheating plus one, I also thank-you for
Opening up my eyes to the real world but
Not through rose colored glasses
Your kiss is like nutmeg on my tongue
Hot and spicy enticing me to respond
Notice how red your touch is at hand
Weak brown knees can hardly stand
Passionately my heart skips a beat
Head over heels in love feeling free
To be a little silly with rose colored glasses
Feeling sexy sweet and sticky like molasses
Are you real or in my mood
Have I created thoughts of you
If grass is always greener on the other side of the fence that means I would have to mow more grass
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Rose-colored glasses
the rough ahead seems rosy
details blurred ignored
dreams blossom with optimism—
truth in blissful ignorance.
Ethnicity lenses—
now that's a great idea
AI scans your race
then changes faces you see
into this ethnicity
All is rosy hue
all painted with the same brush
from the honey pot—
with judgment blurred, truth concealed
all differences bled away
I like it when you place me
Up above on a pedestal
I like how you say my name
Even my nickname with love
I like how you chase me
With persistence until I catch you
And flood your face
With lacy licorice kisses
I like your gentle voice
When you ask why I
Haven’t called at all
That days are too long
You make me feel seen
And special and esteem
And it’s enough for me
You can do no wrong
I’m still a hippie tie dye through
Rose colored glasses tint my view
Flower power is what I talk
But I've lost my skip so slowly I walk
Sure, my bus died long ago
The one that took me from show to show
Across the land I followed the Dead
Grateful for how and what they said
Like the bus the bellbottoms are gone
And now the weed just fills the lawn
Of course, I listen to their songs everyday
And yes, I have a touch of gray
The world is getting crazy, early mornings more hazy. What can we do, to see it all thru? Not using rose colored glasses half empty or half full. But something strong, that can cut thru the bull. What can possibly have that kind of pull? I Don’t know but I would imagine, it’s got to be about a connection that might not be understood.But comes to us, at the depths of our sorrow, when instead of focusing in, we ask for a better tomorrow.
It’s Magic!
FOR MY NEXT TRICK,
I’ll take away what is making
Everyone sick around here.
I’ve been hired by BP to
make the oil spill magically disappear.
Hocus pocus! Abracadabra!
Here take this pill,
wear this amulet spelling
ABRACADABRA to ward off this disease,
and put on these rose-colored glasses.
That black splat out
there is just whack!
According to BP,
It’s really just a
big blob of bird crap!
CATCH PHRASE POEM ENTRY
Years ago, was the last call
For lonely hearts, because I put
The past in the past and moved on
I begin to see the beautiful souls
Of so many people
Who had lost there way
Out there were people
Worst off than I was
I begin to see things differently
Through rose colored glasses
I know that there is
love out there that will
Fill your heart and
It's enough for everyone
LAST CALLED FOR LONELY HEARTS-COLLABORATION SPONSOR
BY LINE GAUTHIER
Looking back with laughter and tears,
hindsight clarifies the years
and quickly as time passes
we see the past in rose-colored glasses.
The haze of innocence fades
with every experience taken and made
knowing now, everything done in youth
eventually finds its own truth.
Mistakes made in time
no longer plague the mind
they were a well-learned lessons
gifted by time blessings.
You and me
we were meant to be
and every lesson earned
was paid and learned.
Mirror mirror
On the wall
As an amber autumn leaf
I too shall fall
Nothing is promised
Not even life itself
Except if you live
You too shall meet death
So live your life well
Be happy and true
Dare to denim care
And return love too
Watch the sun rise
Enjoy the view
When moon is high
Take it in too
For life flies by in scenes
No matter your age
Sometimes it seems
To just be a phase
Until it passes
And you’ve prayed
For rose colored glasses
Of yesterday
Once Upon a Time illumination,
black tie Chevron
Wild mushrooms Spice Market Rusty
Dried mud puddle now crusty
Breath of fresh air Pearly Gates
Tongue-tied Showtime polish Stone
~
Once Upon a Time terracotta
Hot potato first kiss pins and needles
Once Upon a Time croissant
Cream of the crop Rose Colored Glasses
Tulips in Spring hot pink
Prickly pear Driftwood tree house
~
Time illumination once upon
3/28/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020