Short Technicolor Poems
Short Technicolor Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Technicolor by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Technicolor by length and keyword.
Just a paper rose
told me not to let it die;
Living black and white,
waiting for technicolor;
Fragile petals neverbloom.
Leftover dreams
aimless look for resolution;
Leftover dreams
flicker with technicolor streams;
Salvation perhaps destruction,
they beg now for absolution;
Leftover dreams.
Grumbling as my technicolor life halts with the current,
Embracing your flickered laughter in candlelight conversation;
Descended in darkness, I notice true light flows from you.
Bunny dreams up and down and all around
In technicolor, reds and pinks, no tans or brown.
Carrots, lettuce and radishes are dive bombing him.
He is excited to see it, loving his life, dreaming along on a whim.
rides on carousels
gently tick of fairy hops
technicolor dance...
tiptoeing inside hushed sleep
hazes of moonlight ballet
Fantasy Contest of Skat ( tanka)
by nette onclaud
a dream I wake tasting
thoughts lingering
when the sun rises
realistic images
graphic details
virtual love
subconscious
playing tricks on a
vulnerable heart
the dream black and white
technicolor fading
long ago
Ravishing revelations, resonating
At cosmic frequencies
In light-shine’s splendor, redefined
Neon Technicolor,
Bands sublime, bending, bowing
One more time.
Waves of energy galore,
Stretching down to Gaia’s shores.
It's raining...
In technicolor
And at the same time
The impossibilities
Of reality are reflected in your eyes...
But no matter what is not likely
Or possible,
I still love you
And I can only hope that one day
You'll love me back
Your eyes are the screen
from the technicolor cinema,
where I watch and perform
my role...
Your mouth calm lake
whence all mystery arises,
that enchanted unveiling,
in our wonderful series,
in our excitant
adventure thriller
idyllic... !
Sometimes I dream in technicolor...
I try to imagine for even just a moment
kindness being our only currency
and smiles the common language.
What utopia this world could be
if one day mankind would grow a heart !
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Fill me with sand and turn me over
Create a black hole and let me jump
Make me Technicolor and press repeat
Or thin me into tape and select rewind
Send me back to this previous life
Let me relive what just happened
Or you can just kiss me again.
Mango
Warm and sweet in the summertime
Bright like the sunshine
My starburst ... technicolor dreamboat fantasy
Lapping up every trickle of ecstasy that runs down your skin
Tantalizing the way your flesh melts on my tounge
Ripe for the picking
Come to me
I am a silent movie,
a corny melodrama
played in black and white
with an observable flicker.
A little tramp
accompanied by ragtime piano.
You are pure A-list
Technicolor,
Dolby digital
THX, IMAX laser,
Oscar winner
3D blockbuster.
And yet you love
me.
Written 26 Apr 2020
No matter how
Holistic
Somehow, rains
Would come in abound
It will come for you and me and for all
It comes as cool as ice in an iceberg
Extend life as soon as possible
And rainbows to color our sky
In technicolor, sometimes in panoramic
Just as tomorrow it will be bright and sunny!
Maître peintre of exulted hallelujahs
skywriting's vastly delusional vapors,
whitewashed of stained looking-glass
flourished in atmospherical cloudbursts,
beyond hallucinations' unearthly enlightenment
dreamt 'pon released chimerical technicolor
(Maître peintre - master painter)
Daylight has cuffed the forsaken canyons
And as I am just rousing from a fair slumber
Saluted I am by a spectrum strangely colored smoke
Could it be possible that evolution advanced so hastily
The mist that is emitted from her orifice
Remind me of happy, platinum things
May her lips bear more phenomenons
smiling the closer
i get
shimmering gold horizon
waves of purity
warmly touching lips
soft tenderly
sweetly tasting
velvet silk kiss
openly feelings
dance with ribbons
emotions flashing bursts
sparkling technicolor
dazzling dreams
fluttering jewel
love's perfect light
flavored with
your beauty
a tasty delight
Azure waves roll,
across golden fields,
Where he lies waiting,
for the Heartland-
Heavens,to blanket him
with bliss.
Floating down a river
of quite bronze earth
Guided by hands,
of Iowan seraphim.
He dreams of sacred
Alaska,
heavenly
technicolor
light shows,
and ancient tundra
not yet disturbed.
Bottles bobbing in melting ice
Little lights littering the house
Clicking chatters of party guests gushing
Colors creating cosmic creations of fantasy as
My mind drifts into a delightfully dreamy bliss
This is my first attempt at an alliteration. I may have done it completely wrong. Sorry it is so short as well.
For: OXYMORON Poetry Contest * Sponsor: Nette Onclaud * August 31, 2025
Silent scream of dreams escaping
into reality becomes
meaningless sound of words as if
my ears are muffled by prattle
of life never moving into
the bold technicolor passion
that poets have defined as love
and promised to me forever.
All that was alluring adorned boulevards
‘Twas at the crossroads I became color blind
By pillars of dolor I am marred
All that was alluring adorned boulevards
Devoured within muteness forlorn I whine
Could such sequences be signs?
All that was alluring adorned boulevards
‘Twas at the crossroads I became color blind
Fall is Gods coloring book,
All the reds orange yellow and greens.
Nature couldn't be so bright.
Technicolor on a movie screen
If you don't think of God in fall,
You don't have a belief at all,
There are 3 other seasons of the year,
But nothing like fall even compares,
The most beautiful season, in the hemisphere
Sometimes there is a meeting of minds To share a technicolor dream Beneath a flat gray sky
There was a manager, at a store near me curious in his heyday, he wore the colors of Joseph, and his multi colored tie. He didn’t have to scramble soul, to deliver my apple pies. He was there for the apple of my eye, moving like a blur to and fro. Couldn’t give him a pat on the back, so sent a letter by snail mail, to his CEO.
This poison I've ingested, manipulates my veins;
It captivates my once sound mind, with the sickness that remains.
Bittersweet, I crave to taste, what is now my new demise;
Manic now, I lose myself, in sick pleasures I despise.
Catatonic fantasies, are a technicolor blur;
Whizzing past me in a daze, cold alone and with no cure.