Here are some original poems about rainbows. You’ll find you’ll find a whole prism of poetry, a kaleidoscope of varying verse. Enjoy!
Painted Rainbows, a poem
by matt at shadow of iris
After his lover had left him
he spent each day in his room
held up and alone as he painted rainbows
not just across the walls, but the windows as well,
the ceiling and the floor,
the bookshelves and the chairs;
each arch was a unique soft hued daub
that radiated outward into a whorl,
a magnified rainbow fingerprint
of delicate and fragile filigree;
then one day, when there was nothing left
to paint over, he got all his stuff together
and with barely a word of good-bye to us
he headed out the door
as we wondered all the while,
who had he really been.
None of us would have expected it,
but the lover that had left him
came back about a week after that;
and we found her in his room, weeping,
as she stared up and about at all the unique
rainbow spirals, we now knew, he’d left for her;
she begged us to tell where he’d gone;
but what could we say? None of us knew.
With little else to do,
she decided to stay with us
and we took care of her as best we could,
but her eyes always lingered on the sky
especially after thunder storms
when the sun would break through
and leave a small rainbow trail;
she’d hold out her hand and wait, expectant,
of what, she never could say.
Rainbow Shadows, a poem
by Tamara Knight
She was fur coated and black gloved
with a pale white painted face —
her eye shadow was iris,
She had eyes so large
they drew in all the world
and left nothing but red, red lips
and an aura of tremulous colors
that curved into shadows of rainbows
that followed your every move.
Rainbow Moods, a poem
by the Eclectic Minstrel
The magician waves his wand
And electric smoke bursts
into rainbow specters
that waver on the wall —
dream forms that flow of life
and gently reflect it back
to the living.
As the sun begins to sink
it casts its last rays
on the iced covered window
and through those shadows
leaves a magnificent rainbow
that makes me think
of deep ocean waters
where the ghosts of fish
Dragonflies are simply
noisy flying rainbows
that gobble up
He would sit there
on the overlooking cliff
atop the water fall,
day after day.
He did nothing
but to contemplate
it’s utter and complete
Then one day
with the misty rain
falling in just the right way, and
the sun hitting at just the right angel
he saw it —
a massive rainbow
formed over the entire valley
and he knew at that moment
that this was what he had been seeking.
Hope is but a rainbow beam.
– Peregrine Bingham
Twas a moon-rainbow, vast and perfect,
From heaven to heaven extending, perfect
As the mother-moon’s self, full in face.
– Robert Browning
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