At The Rainbow’s End
We are all looking
for the gold at the rainbow’s end.
Always trying to find
the happiness in which our life depends.
Trying to find a pointer
to show us which way to go
to keep our lives falling into the lowest low.
From dawn to dusk,
we search through the day
always hoping to find the way.
To the gold at rainbow’s end
and the happiness in which life depends.
30 April 2008
poem by David Harris
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A Rainbow
In every life, there is a rainbow
with a pot of gold on the end of it.
It is up to us to see that rainbow
and find that pot of gold.
The difficulty is a rainbow has two ends.
The problem is then
to find the right end.
21 March 2008
poem by David Harris
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Rainbow Walking
If I walk to the end of my rainbow
will there be a pot of gold?
Will rainbow travel be worth
the hassle?
If I succeed
then suppose
I find that I am not as worthy
as other Rainbow Walkers?
If I am not,
I'll be exposed
as fraudulent.
If I walk to the end of my rainbow
while I be happy?
Or just as sad
as I now am?
How do I know that Rainbow Walking
is worth it all?
My uncle used to say
that 'having dreams that you
or the world will be different at the
end of the rainbow
has a flaw.
After walking and succeeding
you'll still be there.
Rainbows don't glow
if you don't.'
Never understood
what he was talking about
till later on.
Now I really really like
the Rainbow in me
and no matter where I walk
it's aways there
and I realize
I am
my own
pot of gold.
And other people too
if you look close
at some of them
(not all of them)
are their own pot too.
Life is all about
spotting the pot of gold
in me
and in you.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The Vessel Of Our Salvation
Each day we search for things
that within them happiness we hope to find.
Relentlessly we search from dawn to dusk,
exploring each avenue that is presented to us,
always hoping to find the vessel of salvation
that will give us peace of mind.
Our existence is no more than a spec in time,
and by our searching
contentment is what we are looking for,
to find the door that leads to it
and give us inner peace evermore.
16 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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Treasure Those Moments
what makes one happy
well it depends on the person
some people find happiness in the simple things
others dont take much notice
some people find happiness from people
in many different ways
some people find happiness from the important things
but to sum it up, we all find happiness sometime
even if its just a second,
it was still there right?
you should treasure those moments for as long as possible
happiness is a gift for us
laugh as much as possible
it involves smileing
which implies amusement
which implies pleasure
which implies happiness
maybe not always
nothing is ever always
not even your spirit
which continues on for a while
but my point is
to not waste your life
find happiness
and dont let things bring you down
Rainbow Of Hope
They fii the sky with their beauty,
after some rain showers with the sun out.
Their colors flashed acoss the sky
to show everyone that they are here
with no end in sight it leaves you wondering
where the rainbow comes to an end.
and if you could really find your pot
of gold at the end of the rainbow
but your pot of gold can be found from within
you no matter what it seems to be! !
poem by To Those Who Wonder What Life Is About
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The Rainbow's Gold
They told me with each Rainbow
I'd find a pot of gold,
And I had never proved it,
But that's what I was told.
I watched for every Rainbow
To arc across the sky,
And then I'd run to find it
And 'Goldless' I would cry.
But one day, in my mail box,
There came a nice surprise...
A magazine, called 'Rainbow'
Right there before my eyes.
I looked into the 'Rainbow',
And just as I was told,
Right there within the pages,
I found my pot of gold.
poem by George Savige
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Galleon Of Gold
And as I watch the breaking dawn
The sun begins to rise,
Above the scarlet clouds within
The early morning skies,
And as another day begins
My dreams I'll never hold,
Unless I sail across the ocean
In my galleon of gold.
I head out on a journey now
Not knowing where to go,
Searching for the rainbow's end
That never seems to show,
No treasure lies within my hand
My dreams I'll never hold,
Unless I sail across the ocean
In my galleon of gold.
Through seas so rough and stormy and
The winds that blow so strong,
I'll try to find the answers now
To where it all went wrong,
I'll search to find my destiny
My dreams I'll never hold,
Unless I sail across the ocean
In my galleon of gold.
I'll find a way to happiness
And leave this stony shore,
And far behind the past shall stay
My future waits before,
The stars will be my guiding light
My dreams I'll never hold,
Unless I sail across the ocean
In my galleon of gold.
poem by Andrew Blakemore
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Chasing '' Your Rainbow '' ~~
A rainbow does not stay too long,
for everyone to see. So I hurry to
the end of it, to what awaits for me.
~
At the end of my rainbow, I believed
the story true. I'd find all the treasure
I could ever long for. Not gold, nor
jewels, but you!
~
I needed not, a pot of gold. It can't keep me
warm, when nights grow cold. I need
your love '' the only thing ''. 'Tis a treasure
that gold could never bring.
~
So hurry chase '' your rainbow ''! Don't wait
til it' too late on on your next rainy day. The
happiness that you may seek, could quickly
fade away.
~
Now each time I see a rainbow arched across
the velvet skies. I think of you and our love so
true, as these colours pass mine eye's.
***************************************** ***********
~TJW~
Pot Of Gold
We all have dreams
of where we would
like to be one day.
That dream of our pot of gold
at the end of the rainbow.
The pot of gold
does not always mean
riches and wealth,
but dreams we want to be,
a place where we’d love to live,
the love we always want.
To each of us that pot of gold
is something different,
something of our hearts desire.
We climb the green fertile hills
that stretch out for miles
hoping one day to find
our pot of gold
at the end of our rainbow.
25 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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Gold at the Rainbow’s End
Everyone wants to find
the gold at the rainbow’s end,
but most of us have already found it,
and just don’t realise the fact.
We have a lot of good friends,
and a love that soars us into the heavens.
That is what the pot of gold is all about.
These are worth more than
the gems that sparkle in your hand.
They make your life sparkle
with the happiness they bring to you.
poem by David Harris
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Secret Of Happiness
Happiness is a gift that is rare
That needs lots of love and care
For it has to be searched around
In life's painful merry go round
For happiness is like a bright rainbow
That spread its color in life's row
And makes it shine very bright
And emits from it pleasure's light
So find out secret of happiness
And search for this precious dress
For one size just fits all
And saves everyone from a fall.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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The Rainbow & The Sunset
Can you picture a painting of a rainbow beginning to shine.
Can you picture a sunset that's ready but not yet defined.
I can picture the rainbow and the pot of gold at the end,
I can picture the sunset and the many more to begin.
These are the simple things in life,
These at the things that are ment to be.
No one prepares you for the truth.
No one prepares you for the unfair things.
That on the other side of that rainbow dreams don't always come true.
And that you may find a bit of beauty in that sunset by the sea,
Or you may find a hard earned miracle in that rainbow made by we.
But the truth of it all is, is that the rainbow doesn't last.
And that sooner or later the sunset will pass.
And we must realize that life is not a sunset or a rainbow made by we.
That for some reason or another,
Fate is what is and fate is what was meant to be.
poem by Rachel Fogle
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Riding The Rainbow
(words & music by weisman - wise)
Im riding the rainbow, hitting the highway to happiness
Oh yes, Im looking to find someone whose meant to be mine
Im living to love
And loving to live
Ive got a heart
Im longing to give
Im riding the rainbow, Ill follow that star to where you are
Im riding the rainbow, heading for heaven and happiness
I guess somebody somewhere, someday will teach me to care
But being alone,
Dont bother me
Im free to have fun
Its fun to be free
Im riding the rainbow, Ill follow that star
Im riding the rainbow to where you are
song performed by by Elvis Presley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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High Upon the Rainbow
Some days fill with wonder
Some days fill with pain
And some you'll press between the glass
To look at once again
Like the morning of my soul
Like the dawn of miracles
Come again to find me
Sitting high upon the rainbow
Some days will hold a present
A gift not that's not yet seen
And some days bless with secret signs
And some with a certainty
Like the morning of my soul
Like the dawn of miracles
Come again to find me
Sitting high upon the rainbow
Some days won't come round again
Though you never heard 'good-bye'
Some days we'll think of all our life
And the answer's only sighs
Like the morning of my soul
Like the dawn of miracles
Come again to find me
Sitting high upon the rainbow
Like the morning of my soul
Like the dawn of miracles
Come again to find me
Sitting high upon the rainbow
(written to Fly to the Sky, an original
piano composition by Gothicevils)
poem by Patti Masterman
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Our Rainbow
The rainbows with the pot of gold
are not the rainbows made with multicolour
that follow the rain across the sky.
They are the rainbows within us,
the ones that cross our heart.
They are the ones that hold our dreams
and when we realise they are there
we will then find our pot of gold.
We must first believe in our dreams,
as they are our pot of gold.
Believe and work on them
making sure that each one comes true.
Then and only then will we find
our rainbow with its pot of gold.
14 January 2011
poem by David Harris
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Choose The Happiness
What the happiness is all about
Choices that comes across your life
Catch the right one and be aware
When your turn comes not to lose your way
Don't let it pass you by
Catch the happiness while it's around
This is what the happiness is all about
Choosing your path to the love
Dough it's ways are narrow and hard
This is what the love is all about
Choosing The way to happiness and faith
Or walking through the saddest path
Even in your darkest day
Smile and you'll find your way
To the light
This is what the life is all about
What the life is all about
Choosing the happiness or not
Regardless what your reason is
Just walk ahead and forget your fears
God is there at the end of the path
It depends how long you can survive
Sacrificing blindly for the love
This is what the love is all about
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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End Of A Rainbow
I have found a rainbow
And the end is in sight
I have found the bottom
Of a giant rainbow
Many colors spray all around
I go through the mist
Feeling what a rainbow
Actually feels like
The colors are in order
A perfect array of them
I’m so pleased and honored
To have found such a rainbow
I look around for the pot
Where the gold is supposed to be
But it’s nowhere to be seen
Ah, the tale isn’t true
But I did find something exquisite
Something very very rare
I found the end of a rainbow
A place so elegant and special
poem by Russell Sivey
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Rainbow of my Life
You put rainbow into my life
Different colors, so bright
Rainbows that full of life
That gives colors to the lonely skies
Rainbows end is a pot of gold they say
A treasure to keep as long you stay
Rainbow is like a man or a woman in our lives
It shines, gives us colors, gives us life
That would shine through the rest of our lives
But sometimes rainbows are gone
Not shining nor not giving colors in the clouds
Nor not giving life to the lonely skies
When its so hot and dry
Rainbows is like a life
Giving us water when everything is drought
Giving us colors when everything turns out dark
Making us smile for the different colors they had
You are like my rainbow
You give colors to my life
You give meaning to my lonely nights
But as like rainbows
Sometimes they are gone
Sometimes they don't show
Sometimes not giving us life
You are my rainbow
For a moment in my life
But now, my rainbow is gone
The shines, the colors, the bright
For my rainbow will never shine again
To my lonely life
(09/05/09)
poem by Gil Caguiat
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Rainbows
Every life is filled with rainbows,
some not readily to be seen
but if you follow your heart
the one you want will be clear.
You’ll cross that rainbow to your goal
and find your pot of gold there.
The crossing may seem elusive
like the shadows in a dream
but if you keep going,
the end will eventually appear.
You’ll find that pot of gold
that which your heart desires
so long as you keep your goal in mind.
8 August 2009
poem by David Harris
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Our Superstitious Minds
We wish upon the first star at night
for our dreams to come true.
We wish upon a crescent moon
to find a love forever true.
We look for a four-leaf clover
for good luck to come our way.
We chase the end of a rainbow
hoping to find the pot of gold there.
We wish on almost anything
our superstitious minds tell us to
hoping each time what we wish for
will finally blossom and come true.
17 February 2011
poem by David Harris
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