Amber Poems - Poems about Amber

It wasn’t amber. It was light pretending to be amber because the leafless purple branches said so— their shadows crosshatched the window, twenty-four panes of silence. Distant shoes whispered down a hallway. I turned my head, but the glow stayed where it was. The walls were shadow— blue, absorbing everything. A cart rattled past my door, metal on tile, a music I didn’t understand. Somewhere, a voice laughed and then...

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Nothing lonelier than being alone in a crowd standing still in a bustling sea of aliens they speak their dialects and look right through me as if I wasn’t there Feeling insignificant I don’t belong and everybody knows it like an imposter trying to fit in but wearing the wrong camouflage I try to merge with oncoming traffic but they ignore me and...

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His eyes, molten amber in the midday sun's rays, shine with an intensity that takes my breath away, Falling in love with him was an inevitable crime when our gazes met in a moment of eternity, Those sparkling gems express unspoken feelings, unwritten stories, promises yet to be uttered, I lose myself in their beauty, remaining motionless, a...

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"A new relationship is like a seed that we plant and nurture ~ it grows into something beautiful and everlasting." ...

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Q: What did some contemporary prophets see in their visions and dreams? A: Enemy drones, planes and paratroopers, tanks and soldiers most often in New York City. They have seen the nukes going down. "as we were going up," being raptured. Q: Have they seen the...

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The day was ending, But a window was open To a view of dying embers Ablaze on the coastal horizon. Like a canvas in motion, It captured amazement, Reaching out hypnotically Through clouds awash in fire, And across amber-mirrored beach sands To the beholder, burning its image Into the retinal lining of the soul; Like a lamp onto pier’s end, And an invitation to tomorrow. ...

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It’s not often we’re together you and I within this unconscious soul, drugs; alcohol last time we met. And, as before, always, we’ll fight the two of us like squirming ferrets in this gray sack she calls her mind. Who will prevail before she wakes? The one that doesn’t recognize the child she bore? The one that spits and shouts at everyone comes near? There was a third, we buried it some time...

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When brother was fading away black chimes signaled for the demons to play They attacked all sides of the hobbled mind Treating the heart like an orphaned marble They were rabid and had brackish intention hope chipped away like crowbar on cement. In a dream one of them took me into its sky I clung tight to its undercarriage begging for it to...

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Ah, let us speak not of painted skies but of the words The words that flow like rivers from your soul Each syllable carved from the marrow of your being Each phrase a pulse of life, a heartbeat A rhythm that dances upon the earth and echoes in heaven. O poet, who knows the dark corners of the human spirit Who...

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Under an amber sky, in a world of rock and cactus, I feel like a fragment of a dream, feeding my desires from harsh stones and dry winds, I, a dwindling minority, lost in the eternal dance of pavement and deals, while the world around me dresses in new clothes, shimmering in fine saloons, and I feel crushed between...

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I hear the phone ruby ring I don’t make myself amber answer Your heart like a black bee may sting So I amethyst avoid it like cancer My imagination has spilled like purple paint So many reasons to hearts fuchsia faint The more I study holy words so jeweled The less my peach passion of lust is fueled I can’t bear to...

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sitting with a book under a silvery moon enraptured by stones...

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On the white altar of dreams, I twist, a butterfly caught in time's amber, The hourglass of eternity pours its sand over my inert body. The mirror of the sky leans over, a cosmic eye scrutinizing my essence. On my skin, runes dance, tattoos of destiny engraved by gods, I try to read them, but I'm blind to the...

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Burgundy breaths beside blue brook Floating in air nearby blonde ambition natural ammunition Butterfly wings dipping sipping Daffodils dreams of yellow and cream Nectar refreshing little tongue Soaking drinking glowing from gold sun Tummy full and finally free To catch a nap in greenery Heaven is a bed floating flower head Hidden from birds black That would have a butterfly snack Daffodil smells...

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When death said "Hello", a chest was opened wide. A serpent sashayed in, toward a heart and its gloaming. Spitting black pinballs between the brain and soul. A flock of night biters moved into sanities narrows... I pulled a little amber cross from mahogany shadows. Praying with the might of storms, to a God just out of sight, to free...

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