Amethysts Poems | Examples

Stardust on Autumn Leaves

the last tastes of summer slowly evaporate on my tender tongue.
no longer will fresh strawberries burst outside my cottage window,
nor will the smell of blooming lilacs fill my lungs.
as the first chills of changing seasons graze my skin,
gently rubbing my arms, i feel goosebumps forming from within.
the sunlight of hope gives way to the dusk of sorrow,
frost glistening as stardust reflects on autumn leaves.
a misty fog rolls in over the browning hills,
whilst isolation begins to take hold.
the distant birdsong of an owl echoes through the painful landscape.
staggering toward the unkempt window,
i shut the lightly dusted shutters,
so just for a brief moment in time, despondent worlds disappear.
behind a fabricated reality,
i can pretend with my indebted shadows.
stammering, i find the play button on my stereo;
goodbye to you rings in my mournful ears~
as the final warmth of yesterday shifts into the bitterness of perpetuity,
leaving my somber sky adorned with pixelated promises,
while this heart longs for an ethereal escape 
from a raven-winged horizon,
cloaked in cracked amethysts and jinxed crystals.

Ethereal Peaks

In misty heights, where clouds embrace the stone,
Our souls ignite, no longer flesh and bone.

Dawn breaks, a spark across the dreaming sky,
As master's words make reality fly.

We climb through realms where logic bends and twists,
Our minds are ablaze with wisdom's amethysts.

Noon's golden fire reveals a hidden door,
Beyond which time... flows backwards, then no more.

The master speaks, his voice a crackling flame,
Each syllable is a universe to tame.

We float on thermals of enlightened thought,
Our earthly doubts now burned to ashen nought.

Dusk paints the peaks with consciousness diverse,
As stars descend to whisper nature's verse.

In twilight's glow, dimensions start to blur,
Reality and dreams begin to stir.

Night falls, yet darkness yields to the inner light,
Our beings fused with cosmic oversight.

The master's ember glows within our cores,
Illuminating wisdom's distant shores.

Mountains dissolve, we're cinders in the void,
Yet paradox leaves the senses overjoyed.

Enlightenment, a wildfire in the mind,
Burns illusions, leaving the truth behind.

NATURE OF TRUTH : Part 2

[ Poet’s Note :  This is the second of two poems personifying Truth ]

NATURE OF TRUTH : Part Two 

Truth shot point blank through
the centre of her forehead 
blood spurting, soiling fine furs of 
humanoids at play with slick lies 
and shallow Hansard words
trying to acupuncture Truth

Blood that stains and weeps and 
                                   weeps
blood that runs and will not hide
Truth collapsing in a heap in a corner
                                   rise up again ! 
pulled firmly by the hair with wide 
                                      open fingers
Truth rise and rise and rise

dance with Courage
find amethysts in hard hearts of fear
cradle them to Moon for blessing 
connect with fluffy clouds where little 
girls see God

Truth !  be washed by midnight rain
plait yourself softly with invisible links
where choralists sing falsettos in 
unbroken voices

Truth then waltzes with Love
women with baby curls taste 
                                       hot bread

Truth springs up again and again 
She rises from oceans and 
mountains forever and ever

Right here !

©GhairoDanielsPoetryandSong1990

Lavish Lilacs

Deep purple passion, green garden glory, with a scent remarkably rich,
Like the haunting, full October moon, that hardly ever fails to bewitch!
Lilac lovely, violet and voluptuous, in gilt daytime, and evening's ease,
When soon cosmic skies are colored, like rubies, cardinals and cherries!

Admired like amethysts, or glistening grapes, or plump, plentiful plums,
Or like beauty marching down every lane, to a beating of festal drums!
Lilac like lavender, spreading redolent secrets, over scenic, sunlit miles,
Until sangria nights of fuchsia fervor, and fiery, shooting star projectiles.


Written on 6/1/2022
For: Purple Flowers Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron Flores

Foggy Morning Poetic Rain

I'm a strong person, created of rough stone,
Wispy magenta dust was plucked off the ground.
Threatens to wreck my dreams in my moan,
As amethysts gracing my bedside endowed

Wispy magenta dust plucked off the ground,
Discovering insight in the early morning sky.
As amethysts gracing my bedside endowed,
I wish I could spew words into a width of the sly.

Discovering insight in the early morning sky,
I am bound with poetry, so it flows time on me.
I wish I could spew words into a width of sly,
Erasing all my unwillingness and anxiety.

I am bound with poetry, so it flows time on me,
Abandoning me to the mercy of the universe.
Erasing all my unwillingness and anxiety,
Assertively nothing other than a creative force.

Abandoning me to the mercy of the universe,
Threatens to wreck my dreams in my moan.
Assertively nothing other than a creative force,
I'm a strong person, created of rough stone.

Written: May 22, 2022

Vapour Trail Mirage

Shafts of light caress the silver hinges
in my doorway, weaving shiny webs
around its oak  encrusted entrance.
Open razzle-dazzle in full spectrum
to a morning that has overslept.
As rainbows flash across my sun-starved eyes,
it dawns on me those neap tide nacres 
that I crave, the orange-red cloud eternally
adrift, azimuthal coin beyond imagining,
we’re mere vapour trail mirage.
Instead a spring cascade of deep blue
sea amethysts loiter round my hearth,
with  hazel brown inner eye an opal laden key

Posted : 9th March 2022

My Three Lovely Trees

Each spring when winter has trudged away,
I love to drive up to my house and see my trees in bloom.
The ornamental pear tree, so tall and dignified,
is like a bride in a gown adorned with white florets.
The ornamental plum tree stands stately too nearby, 
her limbs bejeweled in a myriad of amethysts.
Behind them both, the cherry willow greets me
with leafy swaying arms arrayed in petals pink.
While her lower half hangs low, the top half of this tree
reaches for the sky wearing charms of white like snow!

March 7, 2022
For Form I - Imagism - New Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
March 23, 2022 for 'A BRIAN STRAND 1095' Poetry Contest

In Her Reflection I Am Poetry

Mind will always dream,
eyes will endlessly gaze,
lips will remain impatient.

Although, I've not met her,
the heart is a battleground
of anguish and angst.
Its cries, seeking the serenity
of her secret sanctuary.

Hope ascends to tranquil heavens.
Twilight's baptism, blends
merigold into fading blue horizons
with sparkling amethysts hues.

Oh my beautiful beloved,
come to me with your comforting arms,
like soothing stars, shepherding
the nebulous night sky.

Destiny can deceive,
sometimes a friend, sometimes a foe,
but, we search for the blessings,
through each trial and tribulation.

For, she is the silence,
between heart beats -
who's name rests upon 
tense tips of the tongue.

In the discrepancy of distance,
love's appetite lingers in lament -
yearning for our lips to merge.

Yet the night is an unfinished symphony.
Idyllic lyrics craving to pour,
upon an incomplete song sheet.

Without her, 
Silent One's muse is mute.

I am not a poet,
But in her reflection -
I am poetry.

Simple Musing
Silent One
1 August 2020

Love Letter To November

(A love letter to November)

I love you so much,
My darling November,
You make me feel special,
Like I'm the only girl in the world
My heart skips a beat,
Even before you arrive,
I feel your presence on my skin,
You change my world
Taking my breath away!
I know, it's you..and only you,
No other month does it,
I want to keep you close to my bossom...always,
Its the way you touch...and 
Excite with every shiver,
Teasing me...when I'm trying to stay warm,
The way you lay with my naked body...intimately!
I'm putty in your cold hands,
You bring colour... into my world,
Like precious gems,
Emeralds, amethysts, topaz, rubies, making me want you more, 
Exploding my mind with passion,
Four weeks is far to short,
I want you all year,
Don't go away,
Dont leave me alone,
On these dark evenings,
I will remember you always,
The romance,
The walks in parks,
The early nights,
Come back don't leave,
I miss you already
Please don't go,
I cannot wait another year,
My heart is breaking,
Kiss me sweet November,
And let it linger
Until we meet again.

Wendy Jae

Starlight Amethysts

Amid blue spruce
I am
the forest, high
on chill-wind summits
shouldering summer snow

Mountains like gods
draped in fog-raiment
clutch at the starving sky

Hidden 
in a glade of dew
beneath boughs
of dreaming rowan,
I breathe, release
form and thought,
rest in breath
of tree and stars
of moon and mountain

Stepping to a broken peak,
dwarfed by black
earth and sky,
I sit
a libation to the stars,
soaking and exuding life,
channeling celestial light.

Crafting
starlight amethysts
with haloed hands

Morning Glory Melody

~

Along a fence of winding row
blue morning glories sing
So sweet their early melody,
such happiness to bring

Tangerine and amethysts
aglow on eastern skies 
Dew drops dance upon the lawn
reflecting in our eyes

As bumblebees and butterflies
hum perfect harmony
Welcoming a new sunrise
in colors we now see

So peaceful is this dawning day,
amidst a wondrous view
As every day it seems to be
that I begin with you

The Fairies 'Awakening

~The Fairies' Awakening~
(Free Verse)


All the fairies begun to rise
And from early morning greeted in the sun.
Glowing with emeralds and diamonds
And amethysts shining so bright

Atonished all the elves started to laugh
Watching all the sunflowers blooming so high
As high as the sky, they seemed to touch the sun
And the busy bees that were scouting by

Mr and Mrs. Frog sat happily on a lily-pond
Staring in amazement to the baby gnomes
Playing a tug-a-rope with all the leprachauns
As the fairies and butterflies giggled, celebrating Spring.


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2002


January,07,2015

Unholy Treasure

In cages, vaults, and treasure chests,
behind an oaken door well barred
lay pearls and diamonds, amethysts,
and once live things, which he had scared.

Oh yes, he loved them all to death
in cages, vaults and treasure chests
even those who had lost their breath
were mauled, caressed and had no rest.

Each doll-like corpse now sat as guest 
within the horror chamber's store
in cages, vaults and treasure chests
upon silk cushion on the floor.

One day he'd die and lie entombed  
draped with jewels without protest
in this vault where specters loomed
in cages, vaults and treasure chests.

The Costume Ballet of Pleasant Grove

One day in early April, I’ll be given a surprise.
Old Man Winter will have barely trudged away.
I’ll drive up to my house and before my eyes,
Spring will have returned in bright array -
with my front yard trees a part of her costume ballet.

The buds on my pear tree will become florets,
prettily unfurled a creamy white.
My plum trees in bloom will be two coquettes
posed charmingly to the pear tree’s right
and bejeweled in amethysts - to my delight!

The costume ballet is a gorgeous thing to view.
There is no dance, but rather you will see
a movement from block to block of every hue
displayed in early April most gracefully
by my own and every other costumed tree.

(My city is famous for its beautiful trees; hence
the name Pleasant Grove.)

Written Feb. 2, 2012 for Francine Roberts'
english quintain a spring day Poetry Contest

Love In a Time of Riots

I met you outside a ransacked footlocker
Your fingers touched mine, entwined 
As we pushed a Tesco’s trolley
Through the window 

Shards of broken glass fell upon your shoulders
And into your hoodie
Like glistening amethysts
Flecked in their reflected hearts
With the blood orange glint
Of burning shops and perfect hatred

I bent down 
And offered  you
A single perfect red trainer
Its lace a thorned stem

We were alone on the planet in that moment
Our faces obscure behind football scarves 
But our sated purpose eloquently screamed from our eyes – destruction obtuse and divine 

If I had never known a love
Or known what a life with love can be
I knew it then as we were dragged away together  by our hair 
And smashed 
By special constables 
And smashed

Our landscape is empty, and we share it bitterly
But  the strength of the convictions you gift us 
Has led us to this demonstration of how powerfully 
And how singularly 
We love each other

And detest

You

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