Let these rainbow poems give you hope, remind you of God's promises, and inspire you. The brilliance of a rainbow can be awesome to see. It is the one thing people often stop and stare at. But it is also a reminder that good things do happen after a storm;
not just in the weather storms but also in the storms of life!
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
Money Cannot Buy
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
I never fail to be inspired
By the rainbow colors in the sky
They slowly do appear
Then their brilliance becomes so clear.
The simple things in life can be inspiring
If we just stop and start pondering
Money, riches can not buy
A single rainbow in the sky!
I’m continually inspired by nature, and
The rainbow is one of nature’s greatest optical phenomenon.
The sighting of a rainbow never fails
To bring a smile to people’s faces.
They signify optimism and positivity:
With them comes the sunshine after the rain.
Out of water, clear and white,
Who has built a bridge so bright?
Light the fairy arches rise,
Tinted with their glowing dyes—
Gold and red and azure blue,
Like the sunset’s rarest hue.
Right against the dusky sky
Shines the path-way, fair and high,
From the valley, cool and green,
Where the floating mists are seen,
To the mountain far away
In the distance, dim and gray.
Busy fancies, strange and sweet,
Throng the bridge with fairy feet,
Crossing to the wondrous land
There the cloudy castles stand;
Till the gray mists slowly fall
Like a curtain over all!
Time For Rainbows
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
If you are looking for a pot of gold
You could end up working until you are very old
But you would be missing the joys of life and perhaps feel some sorrow
As you must make time to see the colors in the rainbow.
Life goes by so very fast,
No matter what we do it will not last.
The same is true of the rainbow colors for
They disappear and you see them no more.
So work hard but also allow
Time for the little things that give you a wow.
Rainbows can be seen by those who
Focus on living a life with balance, that's true!
Magical, magical weather
When sunshine and rain meet together!
They weave of the drops and the radiance soft
A glorious rainbow that arches aloft,
A rainbow whose wonderful colors amaze,
A shimmering rainbow that fades as we gaze.
I sometimes have thought in my loneliest hours,
That lie on my heart like the dew on the flowers,
Of a ramble I took one bright afternoon,
When my heart was as light as a blossom in June.
The green earth was moist with the late fallen showers;
The breeze fluttered down and blew open the flowers;
While a single white cloud to its haven of rest,
On the white wing of peace floated off in the west
As I threw back my tresses to catch the cool breeze
That scattered the raindrops and dimpled the seas,
Far up the blue sky a fair rainbow unrolled
Its soft-tinted pinions of purple and gold.
'Twas born in a moment, yet, quick as its birth,
It has stretched to the uttermost ends of the earth;
And, fair as an angel, it floated all free,
With a wing on the earth and a wing on the sea.
How calm was the ocean! how gentle its swell!
Like a woman's soft bosom, it rose and it fell;
While its light sparkling waves, stealing laughingly o'er,
When they saw the fair rainbow, knelt down to the shore.
No sweet hymn ascended, no murmur of prayer,
Yet I felt that the spirit of worship was there,
And bent my young head in devotion and love
'Neath the form of the angel that floated above.
How wide was the sweep of its beautiful wings!
How boundless its circle! how radiant its rings!
If I looked on the sky, 'twas suspended in air;
If I looked on the ocean, the rainbow was there;
Thus forming a girdle as brilliant and whole
As the thoughts of the rainbow that circled my soul;
Like the wing of the Deity, calmly unfurled,
It bent from the cloud, and encircled the world.
There are moments, I think, when the spirit receives
Whole volumes of thought on its unwritten leaves;
When the folds of the heart in a moment unclose,
Like the innermost leaves from the heart of a rose;
And thus, when the rainbow had passed from the sky,
The thoughts it awoke were too deep to pass by;
It left my full soul like the wing- of a dove,
And fluttering with pleasure, and fluttering with love.
I know that each moment of rapture or pain
But shortens the links in life's mystical chain;
I know that my form, like that bow from the wave,
May pass from the earth and lie cold in the grave;
Yet oh! when death's shadows my bosom uncloud,
When I shrink from the thought of the coffin and shroud,
May Hope, like the rainbow, my spirit unfold
In her beautiful pinions of purple and gold.
Poet: Lillian E. Curtis
Oh, what a glorious sight it is,
When the sun is growing low,
To look far down in the west
And see the beauteous rainbow.
I love to look at the rainbow
Not merely because it is pretty to see,
But because it reminds me of God s promise
And all He has been to me.
At any time I love to see the rainbow,
But I think it by far a prettier sight,
And love to gaze at it longer
When 'tis growing nearly night.
It reminds me of something cheerful
The beautiful, beautiful rainbow;
And what a pretty sight it is
Just at night, when the sun is low.
Other subjects, than this, to write upon,
To me far easier seem,
And of this one I should not have thought,
But, for my mothers dream.
The Place Where The Rainbow Ends
Poet: Paul Laurence Dunbar
There’s a fabulous story
Full of splendor and glory,
That Arabian legends transcends;
Of the wealth without measure,
The coffers of treasure,
At the place where the rainbow ends.
Oh, many have sought it,
And all would have bought it,
With the blood we so recklessly spend;
But none has uncovered,
The gold, nor discovered
The spot at the rainbow’s end.
They have sought it in battle,
And e’en where the rattle
Of dice with man’s blasphemy blends;
But howe’er persuasive,
It still proves evasive,
This place where the rainbow ends.
I own for my pleasure,
I yearn not for treasure,
Though gold has a power it lends;
And I have a notion,
To find without motion,
The place where the rainbow ends.
The pot may hold pottage,
The place be a cottage,
That a humble contentment defends,
Only joy fills its coffer,
But spite of the scoffer,
There’s the place where the rainbow ends.
Where care shall be quiet,
And love shall run riot,
And I shall find wealth in my friends;
Then truce to the story,
Of riches and glory;
There’s the place where the rainbow ends.
Poet: Thomas Campbell
Triumphal arch that fill'st the sky,
When storms prepare to part,
I ask not proud philosophy
To teach me what thou art.
Still seem, as to my childhood's sight,
A mid-way station given
For happy spirits to alight,
Betwixt the earth and heaven.
Poet: Sarah Hale
O beautiful rainbow - all woven of light!
There's not in thy tissue one shadow of night:
Heaven surely is open when thou dost appear;
And, bending above thee, the angels draw near
And sing, - The rainbow! the rainbow!
The smile of God is here.