Beads Poems - Poems about Beads

AGATE BEADS OF HAPPINESS The tears have dried up The lines have lost their rhyme The taste of life is slipping away But I'm still looking for you I wake up at night I call you without words I beg you, just a little, Be brave, don't be afraid to try You'll feel my piercing rays I'm running through new and unbroken lines, of...

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Through the galleries of dreaming, where evening strings its somber beads, The echo of a twilight stifles discreetly on the plain bound for eternal crossing; Floating, floating over the velvet of darkness seeking its release. Diaphanous sages, adorned with the silver of silence, For their words have not shaken the profound realm with arrows of stars, they Do not willingly...

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Through the galleries of dreaming, where evening beads its somber pearls, An echo of twilight suffocates discreetly across the plain towards eternal passing; It floats, it floats over the velvet blackness seeking escape. Ethereal sages, adorned with the silver of silence, For their words did not shake the profound realm with comet darts, they Reluctantly cast their shadow towards the...

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What is so special about these hanging beads…dance partners with the trees… dangling from our porch..swaying in the breeze? Is it the way they frame the view…how they’re pleasing to the eye how they illuminate the clouds or how they add beauty to the sky. Is it how when the sun’s hits them just right in the twilight or...

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He had a sneaky tongue, it bent around his molars like a serpentine noodle. His Adams apple was an ever-shifting abacus that calculated words as if they were untethered beads. Mathematics were his clinical persuasion, a laudable science he hammered into a sterile impregnable language for bespectacled cyborgs, for he (the Bradly), daily taught snotty tykes who ponged of sticky, childish proclivities. Some teach, some kill the ozone of eager minds. We kids and Mr....

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iridescent beads of dew loving the way of you today magnified by my appreciative mind I imagine being inside one of your glorious drops urging the grass to shoot up...

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Bits of what we had Became unstrung, life then spun Out of my control. Then saw goodness of your soul... Sadly cannot find them all....

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A little optimism A little altruism A little care for plants, Birds, animals and frail ants A little friendliness with the neighbor Who, like us, for existence labor A little smile at the cosmos and universe Within which each being does immerse These, indeed, are beads that mold each creature And unite them, eternally, with the Mother Nature… 16 October 2022...

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The clouds forming Beautiful shapes of love In the blooming farms Diamonds of rain drops The better half of bright skies. Phoenix of the dry marines. The heaven crying ecstatically Through the curtains of cloud The shiny sober droplets of tears Hushing the chaotic rays of sunshine Embodying a loud rainbow of resurgence. The sky is trickling Crystal clear balls of adam's ale Wetting the glossy tresses of...

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Blessing Beads Once more around the park please Once more, just so i can see The Indian child has finally found her way By showing the world of her Indian days The times when her life was carefree and fun And those that were chasing she could always out...

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There's a wicker bin in a blue flame corner. Overflowing onto rooftops of broken homes. Empty hospital beds - the echoes from bomb craters. Into war zones and shrunken veins of hopelessness... A billion words in the bin-wrapped in burlap ribbons. Sewn into the satin fabric of faith. Pulsing with heartfelt wishes. Rosary beads ground into fingerprint whispers. Filling with tears and...

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This plague is real-for sure where it came from (CHINA)-is undeniable... but was the little devil birthed by a bigger devil did it slip away from a Wuhan lab or explode from a wet market bat... truth is a rose- evil is a stink bug and something sure stinks and we know it The undercurrent is that trillions are being made off global misery so there's no...

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* * ° * * In Mother Moon's armoire hang star-gilded gowns of indigo silk, heady with cedar and ...

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Once more around the park please Once more, just so i can see The Indian child has finally found her way By showing the world of her Indian days The times when her life was carefree and fun And those that were chasing she could always out run And theirs the stolen ...

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figmental escapes lifting through the fog of clouded mind my eyes closed momentarily see you in the shadows hands reaching out towards me I linger in the breaking dawn of brighter days to escape the fury of the storm bearing down around us temporary shelter comes in your arms allowing me to sigh a breath of fresh air my fears fall in the shadows against walls then build as sweat beads on worried brows while my fingers stumble across beads of...

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