I am your chameleon;
Phil Lindsey

I am your chameleon;
I turn blue when you are sad
I turn green when you are jealous
And red when you are mad.
I turn yellow when you are afraid
And when you’re feeling down
I’m on the ground beside you,
In a somber shade of brown.

When the sun is hidden by the clouds
And nothing goes your way,
You can find me in your shadow,
I’m the one that’s turning gray.
When others seek to see me
They squint and look right through
Because, darling, I’m transparent
To anyone but you.
Pwl 6/6/15

#love   #colors   #chameleon  
Lora Cerdan
Lora Cerdan
Aug 4, 2014      Aug 5, 2014

in an attempt to fit a square
into a circle
she shed her skin
rearranged her face
into something you'd look at
she chose her words carefully
saying things you want to hear
she colored her hair white
but her soul remained
as black as the night

People don't really change, it's just the mask that falls off.
#love   #life   #fake   #people   #pretension   #chameleon  
A chameleon in a society,
The Masked Pimpernel

A chameleon in a society,
Should be sure to watch his sobriety,
If his colour should change,
When he’s out of his range,
You’ll suddenly have notoriety.

The *Chameleon* is as beautiful as its surroundings
Oscar Fuentealba de la Vega

The Chameleon is as beautiful as its surroundings
So the surroundings affect the chameleon's beauty.
Yet, if there is no beauty around,
it'll be the chameleon who interferes with
the surrounding, being now the
"beautiful chameleon in a beautiful place"

An Asiatic goddess chameleon.
brandon cory nagley

Her eye's, Asian heaven's
Her hair, universal obsidian;
She camouflage's in the mountain's
An Asiatic goddess chameleon.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©earl Jane nagley dedication

from chameleon wounds
ct mich
Aug 21

i bleed
in shades of green
and yellow and orange too

i hemorrhage
from chameleon wounds

i see you in
brand new color
i burn

you feign innocence
when the blood is on your hands

The chameleon mirrors,
Vishal Bala
Vishal Bala
Jul 10, 2011

Hidden in flowers,
The chameleon mirrors,
Its vibrant neighbours,

Beauty incarnate,
From Aphrodite’s palate,
Thus rendered prosaic,

The lover’s corsage,
Versus only camouflage;
Imitated life,

It is said that the,
Highest form of compliment,
May be mimicry,

But I tire of being a chameleon.

A series of Haiku.
Becoming a chameleon,
Ellis Brown
Ellis Brown
Jul 5, 2012

Nothing special,
nothing to attract attention.
Standing in the middle of a two-way street.
No direction,
no motivation.
One out of everything.
Nothing stands out,
nothing stands apart.
Blending into anything and everything.
Becoming a chameleon,
bit by bit
but what’s the true color or a chameleon?
Nobody knows,
nobody cares.

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