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Deneka Raquel Apr 2015
Dancing rainbows heckle the sun.
Jealous that everything orbits the star.
Grateful that the Sól of the universe contributes to their existence but they curse in silence...
Appearing unannounced and bringing smiles on rainy days by ironically displaying multicoloured frowns.
Holding grudges over sunsets.
Plotting against sunrise,
Conspiring with the night.
Unsatisfied with it's mere moments of glory.
Still whispering silent thank you's
Bipolar rainbows.
He was life
Vibrant, Vivacious, and full
talking miles per minute,craving human contact
The very essence of the human spirit  
bubbled around him like a clear mountain spring
When he was little people would ask him
what he wanted to be when he grew up,
And he would say
“Alive”
And they would laugh because they didn’t understand

He was color
Every shade, every hue, every connotation
On bright days he was sunshine yellow, and petal pink
On dark days he was midnight blue
and the green of deep still water
Yet no matter the day,
He was always fire
orange and red and crackling and quick

He was sound
Loud and boisterous
All the notes and frequencies wrapped around him
Loving him, protecting him,
keeping him safe
And that is why everyone thought that if he were to fall
it would be kicking and screaming
Loud and conspicuous

But when he fell
He went, so quietly and softly  
that no one seemed to notice
And he tumbled down
with no safety net to catch
no helping hand to guide

Because they had forgotten to tell him
That rainbows, while beautiful, are often misunderstood
And busy guardians make absent ones
And others come when you are too old to forgive
And sometimes
growing up alone is hard

So colors turned to grey
Sound became muted
Life lost it's vibrancy
And fire ran, unchecked and unrefined

But darling I promise,
even fire can learn acceptance
Even fire can learn to love itself
Because stars are made of fire
And they are what brings light to darkness
A perfect combination
of midnight blue, sunshine yellow,
And fire
A veil has been pulled from my eyes
This place is where rainbows die

Promised land
Beautiful from afar and above
Your song pulled me in
Shipwrecked me on perfectly chiseled rock

This is where rainbows die

I see now
This place is a 100-story Zoo
Filled with sharks

Afraid that if they stand still
Just for a second
And smell the roses
They will surely die

Their sadness
Caged by concrete
Fences, locks, and labels

This is where rainbows die

Herds of one, chasing pots of gold
In all the wrong places

Can we ever hope to break the mold
Routines and purpose

A million voices crying out for connection
And no one willing to listen

Every brightly lit window a stage
Every man, woman, and child
A far-removed audience

As if color costs money
Surrounded by shades of grey
Ashen, set in rigor mortis

This is where rainbows die

So I say
Let us turn to the children

Let them
Rule our expensive city for a day

Let them
Capture a rainbow in their tiny hands
And paint the city with it

Let them show us that
Puddles are for jumping
And rain is for joyous dancing

Rise up once again
My fellow grown ups

And touch
The magic of the rainbow
Alan S Bailey Feb 2015
Quiet misty twilight peace,
Cooling summers breeze,
A smooth brown floating leaf
Falls from a tree to green grass beneath.

Orange and golden sunset's light
Brimming until night,
And falls browns and oranges
Are nearly winter messages.

Icy blues and snowy whites,
Tip top mountains greatest heights,
Floating white clouds on high
Are in the crystal clear blue sky.

Green vast endless fields grow
Flowers painted by rainbows,
And a clear stream gently flows
Toward the lake that gleams and glows.

And as if in a dream
With these waters glistening,
Leading me right to your side
For I am in love...with brown eyes.
Peter Simon Nov 2014
I was stuck in the midst of eternity,
For "forever" seemed tempting
Couldn't choose between fantasy and reality,
For no puzzle piece seemed fitting

You're in front of me,
Words won't come out freely
A butterfly passed between us,
And I wondered if it came out of me

The playground's silence is deafening
The emotions are suffocating
In my head I heard you laughing
Because you're in front of a weakling

Now, I still couldn't decide
Should I tell it to you tonight
'Coz love means like leaves falling,
And you know I'm afraid of heights

But rainbows are free
And so is fantasy
Mark Lecuona Nov 2014
I once thought your love was the *** of gold at the end of the rainbow; it was nice to think about but I wondered who could ever find such a thing; but when it rained and I saw the colors I knew I didn't have to wonder anymore because what I did see was more than I could ever dream; it seems we always want more because mystery is allure and restlessness is what we have already seen
Margar Nov 2014
I can't help to feel joy that they'll be a tomorrow,
A tomorrow,
A tomorrow,
A tomorrow.

No sorrow,


Only the best tomorrow,
For me and you and everyone else,
That tomorrow,
That tomorrow means so much,
I will fly,
Into the clouds,

Riding unicorns,
Sliding down rainbows,
Feeling things I never did before,
And that happiness,
Will fulfil my needs,
And I will always be happy,
No matter the obstacles,

Will change my heart.

The stormy cold feeling
Will be replace in my heart with joy,

That they'll be a tomorrow,


A much better tomorrow than the day before.

I can't help but feel that everyday will just,
Get,
Better.

Better and better and better and better and better and better and better............

*I will forget the past.
I dedicate this to someone very special.
I sit alone by my red rainbow
taunted by my own feelings so strong
surrogate of my own fate that is so empty
translucent of my colors of red...

Black and white shadows of grey makes me drown in my waterfall
as my dream unfolds it is misplaced and forgotten
the colors of our passion that has the taste of salt
and the rain on my lips I know and the loneliness of my fear...

I try to stay within the lines as it fades into the twilight
of memories not too distant of love in the darkness shadows of night ...

As my warrior heart sparked to life can it withstand any war and lose
a holy ground that bleeds can never be just a whisper of a lustful embrace
painted scarlet red...

as I struggle and I breath...

The more I give my soul with the casting under tone
the words form to paint rays that stimulates my hidden calm
of the evening sun..

With each stroke of his hand leading into temptation
it transforms the blank canvas to red tones with blood coursing
to a maroon color of dawn to give new life, never to rest
That turns our golden love in this outbound heart that breaks ...
Into shades of my red rainbow...*

Debbie Brooks 2014
Amitav Radiance Oct 2014
Dreams are yours
Color them as you like
Vibrant hues of the world
Are on your palette
Paint a rainbow
Or, rainbows over rainbows
Look up at the sky
Lots of colors
And explore what lies beyond
Over the rainbows
And head held high
Danielle Bluejay Sep 2014
It's not all rainbows and butterflies, babe
But I'm willing to tread the water
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