Dark Amber Poems | Examples
These Dark Amber poems are examples of Amber poems about Dark. These are the best examples of Amber Dark poems written by international poets.
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 tell you sweetheart
It’s unfair to leave you in the dark
I’m stalling because in peach part
I know within me, for you is a spark
Love has shifted to the lord so divine
I know this seems like crimson crime
Perhaps if you denim dive in his word
You’ll again find me your black bird
Her pale face, rosy lips, raven wing hair,
that many compare to a princess of old, so fair.
Yet, she is unique, the girl with the amber eyes,
sweet demeanor, a façade, to hide the lies.
Perfected ruse to the ruthless mind in disguise,
Mistress of Castle Rose is not known for a heart of ice.
But deep within the walls, beneath the cellar,
sits the evidence of the hell she earnestly endeavors.
La Dame Blanche would shiver in fear,
to witness the heinous monsters summoned there.
So, vigilance is all that can be given, warned,
If Mistress Rose beguiles you, your soul, eternity, be mourned.
A full pale amber moon shines in the night sky,
like a glowing perfect orb,
it dangles there quietly among the stars,
that twinkle like diamonds,
nestled in a smooth velvet dark purple canopy,
shining just for me ... it seems.
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December 17, 2022
Poetry/Verse/Amber Moon
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1509-459-17
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Bite Size Poem, No. 57
sponsor, Line Gauthier, Judged 12/25/2022
Honorable Mention
Amber Rivers of past regret:
Something I can not just forget
The pain is too deep of a feel inside
Somewhere along these trails, I ride.
It's deep a wound I cannot forget,
Amber Rivers with this deep regret
I'm not sure how to tolerate this pain
As I walk this lonely road in my brain.
Deep it was; that was taken from me,
I shall sail out unto the sea
A drowning of myself, I feel
For what I did, I can not repeal.
I close to this in me writing words:
What I had done was so absurd
I should've been more assertive to her
To me now, it's as if it were a blur.
Sadly it is not the case, I've seen,
I need to accept it, move on indeed
But my pain is too damn severe
Amber Rivers, I had disappeared.
Ariel had beautiful amber eyes and raven hair,
With a figure that would make most men stare.
Those deep, dark eyes had a story to tell.
You could look into them and swear they cast a spell.
Those eyes had seen happiness and unbelievable grief.
A drunk driver had taken her husband like a wicked thief.
That dark night their lives were irrevocably changed.
Death paid them a visit and they were shortchanged.
A year later Ariel met someone new,
A friend introduced her to a professor, and a friendship grew.
They went to dinner, picnics, and to plays.
The twinkle returned to her sad, pained eyes in a haze.
Slowly her heart began to heal…
This new man made her senses again start to feel.
Love replaced the numbness and her pain.
Now her smile reached her exquisite amber eyes again.
Amber -
One hand carries a teddy bear,
while the other carries a lollipop.
She looks like a strawberry pendulum
whenever she swings.
She looks cute in pink flower pyjamas
and rabbit-like sleeping shoes,
as she goes to bed.
Everyone in school loves her sweet nature.
Lisa -
She sometimes wears black, gothic mascara
all around her eyes,
matching with her black lipstick.
She creeps to her parents' bedroom,
snatches scissors, and creeps back
with them to cut off the heads,
arms, and legs of her dollies.
There's an underground basement in the house,
where she secretly puts a collection
of nasty bugs in a jar...
No one knows about Lisa,
except her cat, Tommy,
and Amber.
Amber and Lisa is the same girl!
Date: 15/05/2016
For I am trapped in amber,
can amber trap a soul?
It was a primitive sun
in a primordial world.
The greens and yellows
of the jungle deep can
blind you.
The dark shadows imply
a chilling depth, yet
the lush atmosphere draws
me to a scent so sweet
that I must taste the nectar
no matter what the danger.
In the floral depths
I drew in the nectar
that floods my being
with the warmth
of the sun.
I can not be sated!
For I am trapped in amber,
can amber trap a soul?
With the heat of the day
the sap must flow and I feel
the first subtle touch
on my feet.
More than enough
time to move.
But one more taste
again and again, as
the yellow caress passes back,
and makes wings useless.
Eyes become uncaring
on an ancient Summer's day.
For I am trapped in amber,
can amber trap a soul?
AMBER CHANDELIER
Late October and dark trees
Bare of branch and bark
Mask an airy golden volume yet:
A leafy brightness in autumn’s aura.
Gloom of day but the spreading maple’s
As if seen through trellised panes:
A Russian chandelier in the Amber Room,
Each frond glowing, reflecting the uncertain light.
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NOTE
The Amber Room is a part of a Russian tsarist palace called Tsarskoe Selo that, in terms of grandeur and excessive opulence, outstrips even Versailles. Tsarskoe Selo is in St. Petersburg, Russia.
You saw me in layers of protection,
carapace emotions giving no yield,
as I lay in the thrall of reflection,
my heart beating slowly, encased in a shield.
My love shut it's eyes to the daylight,
fading into the dark in a sombre retreat,
engaged in the tolling of midnight,
surrendered in fear to a realm of defeat.
You devoured my build of defences,
intricate touches, dismantled with care,
laying waste to the ramparts and fences,
gentle with coaxing and stripping them bare.
Like a butterfly freed of cocoon,
wings shining amber and flexed in the light,
you have shown me the stars and the moon,
and the meaning of love and the beauty of sight.