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Anna Mosca Apr 2016


where I live
now is very hot
it's the dry desert

mountains encircle
the valley where
the rainbows lay

for short breaks
on periodically
sprinkled grass
From the collection California Notebooks 01
Julie Grenness Apr 2016
Listen to your secret rainbows,
No time for needless angst and woe,
There's a small Pegasus on your shoulder this day,
You've got to make the most of every day,
Listen to the rainbow in our hearts,
Even though we're together but apart,
Love comes in different shapes and sizes,
Any day in our lives can bring us surprises,
No time for needless angst and woe,
Listen to your secret rainbows!
A whimsy. Feedback welcome.
Rose Davis Feb 2016
If I would want to paint my life
in colors more than black and white,
then you would go
and catch a rainbow for me.

Only I
will ever know
where you learned
the art of catching colors.
You never told
a single soul,
but I can see
the truth you hold:

I know you once
were staring down
the rainbow that acts as a bridge to Heaven.
I know you once
had stagnant kaleidoscopes behind your eyes
whose beads were just bits of your own earth.

Dear, I hope you learn
that I do not want your kind of rainbow
with emo bands and sleeping pills,
with leaping from the window sills;
I do not want to see the world
through a foggy veil I believe is truth,
so when I'm ready to paint my life
in colors more than black and white,
I shall not turn to you,
but to the smoky place
that acts as a bridge to Hell.
Maria Etre Feb 2016
I think
it just starts
by you peeling
the layers
that have covered
that **** core of yours

I think
it ripples
rainbows and is visible
to those who see it

I think
not everyone is blessed
with the sight
to see the unseen

I think
you should careless
about everything else

I think
that this trait
is what makes you
yourself

I think
that you don't have
to fake it till you make it
because one day
things will get heated
and my lovely
your plastic act
will melt
uncovering
your inner "me"
SøułSurvivør Feb 2016
in absentia
the sun
spreads colorless
refraction
throughout
the
night sky

rainbows of the moon
spread on a palatte
of black
blue
and grey

after
chasing the sun
for so long
I have
changed
to moon gazing

she is much less demanding

her riches are not gold
but silver

and her
rainbows
can be caught
in my hand

they refract
in my

tears



SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/1/2016
Tanisha Jackland Dec 2015
All the trouble in the world
And you chose here.
The millions of light years
It took for you to reach us.
Inside your golden breath
never dying but
Igniting streams of iridescent strings.

This one singularity.

Bated upon your lips
Are the deeds of
the Light in action.
The silvery bond
Holding us all together.

Yet, they will hurt you
they will plunge you into
the well of sorrow
with their apathetic glances
and stiletto tongues


But you are the crystalline Sun.
With the power inside
your rainbow colored eyes.

*You are the truth.
The shift.
The one.
A message for all the Indigo, Crystal and Rainbow
children and adults out there...wherever you are.
Cat Fiske Dec 2015
he pulled rainbows out of clouds when the skies were dark and grey,
he'd do this day after day,
as if to show her the beauty can show from underneath all the pain.
even though he couldn't make her pain wash away,
he could try to push it back so it would fade to a smile,
making her laugh for just a small while,

his job was to serve her,
and show her how to be happy,
even when happy days came by fewer and fewer for him,
he got up and did his best to make her happy,
pulling the rainbows out of his sorrows and showing her,
see, things aren't always as bad as it seems,
sometimes he wished someone could open their heart up,
and pull there rainbows out and show him how to be happy,
but no one did,

and each day he tried to make her smile,
as she smiled more he smiled less,
and her rainbows grew brighter though,
and his faded into the black and grey of the skies,
as if never to come back,
who ever helps the people, who end up helping everyone else.
PJ Poesy Dec 2015
Up I go tarred tower chamber, and molten bed
Scaling igneous shingles, hard lava my flight impossible
Crawling lofty ambitions in metallic heat resistant robe, slippers
Texting my last, "I love you"'s before kissing Pele's mouth

She is kindness and showers me in ashen snow
Welcomes with sulfured gas and acid rain intoxicants
Heady now, provocative bubbles glow, spit, reaching her tempting ****
Eyes pop, burst, char, sizzle, every nerve ending cauterized

Magnanimous one takes me, I evaporate in Aiiaka-noho-lani
Given to the Great Cloud Holder to be carried off
See my dreams fulfilled in droplets shimmering on rainbows
Touching down on sprouting new ground
This is a pilgrimage of osmotic proportion. Diffusion seems the ultimate passage. Seems cremation will suit me best. Better than just allowing things to lay and rot. A wider transfer, diminutive atoms rising, spreading, casting further hope.
Johnny Hunt Dec 2015
i used to never sleep alone
because i had you.

if i ever start a poem like that
push me down the stairs.

this is a poem about missing drugs.
a poem about rainbows fighting over dog food.

and forgive me for being redundant,
but i used to never sleep alone
because i had you.
Brent Kincaid Nov 2015
When the world glistens with rain
There is beautiful color in the skies.
You don’t need some technology.
You only need to open your eyes.

Your eyes fill with color
That’s the way it goes;
When it rains don’t cry,
Just look for the rainbows.

The landscape alone is great
The sun shining after a rain.
The rainbow throughout history
Means good times come again.

Sometimes a rainbow
Is not easily found.
But you never will find one
With your eyes to the ground.

When the passersby are grumpy
And just maybe you are too.
It can cheer things up a bit
Adding color to skies of blue.

Your eyes fill with color
That’s the way it goes;
When it rains don’t cry,
Just look for the rainbows.

Sometimes a rainbow
Is not easily found.
But you never will find one
With your eyes to the ground.
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