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Star BG Mar 2019
I shall travel to place in heart,
where every smile is a rainbow
anchored through eyes.
And every word is a song
that shines like rays of sun.

I shall travel to place in heart,
where every breath unfolds with light.
infused with blessings.
And every step becomes dance
inside poetic melodies.

I shall travel to place in heart,
where every moment is blessing
and paradise is mine.
inspired by sobbingsoul thank you
HJV Mar 2019
Amidst the mountains there lie pebbles uncovered by rainbow rays.
I watch the footprints in snow behind and recount the colorless frays.

My steps sink slightly in the ground as I weight it down.
Up in the mountains alone with the nature white and brown.

I take it all in, far and wide and in-between,
My head turns and sees all the shades of green.

The rustling sound of nature, the sound of my heaven.
I listen to all the songs, the chirping black birds are laughin'.

The cold air is sweet and swift and sharp
It plays all the twigs like it's own natural harp.

The sky turns bright and my skin is seized by the red sun.
The yellow light it travels and hits my eyes, I am stun.

In the deep purple lake all the shiny fish dance in waters rough.
Near the shore I stand and know I am below and they are above.

A rainy cloud drifts on the music to meet another
All in tune, the harmony, the nature, our mother.

Seconds turn to days and I drift for hours upon hours.
I am distracted by her gift, the beauties, the violet flowers.

When I embark on my blue monday's soul-searching walk
My mighty mother I pursue, the colorful nature I stalk.

I intuitively sheath my destruction as she gives me a kiss.
I willingly bequeath my person for I know she gives only bliss.

I must return home to the world that she cares for so well.
Shed my tears as I nod and bid her not our final farewell.

She puts the color in my world, she fills in the gray.
I know I'll see her again, but I wish I could stay.
I took a walk through the mountains whilst on a snowboarding holiday.
Pyrrha Mar 2019
I am tired of the dishonesty in the blue
The tiredness in the grey
The snobbishness in the green
Disinterest and false warmth of brown
Distracted hazel eyes

I want eyes like rainbows
To carry me away
Gale L Mccoy Mar 2019
rainbow in the details
when the lense focuses
is it the tint of my glasses
or the bend in the sign
Z Feb 2019
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Better eat your spinach boy it put some hair on your chest
Better keep your hair long girl go put your *** in a dress
"You better go to church"
"You better come in first"
"You better make it worth my while"
He had to make it worth their while
Wile, cunning, coming through the window when the door locked
When their guns cocked
Good lord made the rainbow
But if you’re gay best don’t get caught
Drink your coffee black, boys
Black boys getting shot
ruqayyah Mar 2019
why do people say
"a rainbow is smiling through"
when the shape it forms
is a frown?
this is a legit question actually
Robert C Howard Feb 2019
Morning Rainbow

Myriad prismatic crystals,
     refract the morning sun-streams -
painting layers of spectral arches
     across the misted horizon.

Eyes turned to the western skies,
     we suspend our meteorological selves  
acquiescing to miracles unveiled before us -
     un-beckoned and scarcely earned,
proffering thanks for the radiant epistle
     of healing, hope and promise,
artfully encoded in transfigured light.

Synthetic Refractions

A luminary ballet takes center stage
    when synthetic refractors come to play:
crystal pendants bathe our foyers
      with dazzling swaths of color.
Hazy coronas encircle streetlamps
      discovered by headlights through the fog.
A science class prism slices light rays
     into pre-ordered spectral strata.

If the sky denies us a rainbow,
     we can always fashion one of our own
and we do!



Spectral Sound

Before there was music,
     bird songs brushed our souls
and the murmur of woodland streams
     held us captive by their banks.

Soon we learned to sing and tint the air
    With prisms of wood and wire and metal
and to color soundscapes in our spirits
     With songs of wonder, joy and longing.

Before there was music,
     bird songs brushed our souls.

Robert Charles Howard, 2019
This is a rewrite and expansion of a prior poem called Morning Rainbow. The poems are design to go with an original piece for solo flute also called Prisms.
Lougene F Feb 2019
Ice-cold Orange juice
with a teaspoon of
Brown sugar
sipped with my
Red-matte lips
under the
Yellowish-tuscan sun

Thinking of those
Little White lies
tossed with
a Grey stone
sunken deepdown
the Blue lagoon
lost in a
Blackhole

Purple thoughts
Pink-positive thinking
with a Green tea
on the side
Hoping for a slight chance
of Rainbow after
this storm
A quick thoughts
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