Best Amethyst Poems
Bluebells in chime are shadows in training,
beech trees rising in a sheltering sky.
Sunlight peeks through, the merest of raining,
to guide the mauve buds to darkness close by.
Wind in the forest wafts in refraining.
Violet implores the young they must fly.
But until they're ready fledglings must wait
to one day assume their amethyst fate.
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7/4/17
Among an arcade of arching willow,
multiplying in clusters of lilac confetti.
Enchanting petals droop from twin stems,
tantalisingly diffusing an alluring aromatic scent.
Hardy climbing vines, cascading from above,
yielding a timeless grace of floral splendour.
Sparkling in sunlight with leaves of khaki, i
testament of enduring spirit of flora.
Amethyst
From the depths within the deepest wells
Amidst our friendship
A confection of sorts
The darkest of all that dwells
A blissful taste of blindness
Tends to saturate this darkness
Inside a living world of Hell
Spoken words that HATE is stirred
And so it goes as The Devil grows
A cauldron
Inside I fell
Wished to death and cast His spell
Naked eyelids from behind us fell
Bound in endless MADNESS
Damned to eternal SADNESS
Forsaken as He chimes His bell
For whom it tolls
Blackened spirits rose
And so it goes as The Devil grows
A resurrection of forgotten Souls
Shadows of faceless strangers
Dance and play in the face of danger
Silenced without a tongue to tell
Masquerading these dark secrets
Then we laugh as it's laced We drink it
With this knot I slipped into my hole
It's a Fairy Tale in the Hell we know
And so it goes as The Devil grows
With blood as my tears
Stay Gold
It is the pure mystery of amethyst
that inhabits my world
It glows in dawn light along
receding shadows.
Cool, enticing it embraces my soul
Adds those fresh dimensions to trees
in rain-swept meadows.
Everywhere, I see its shades repeat –
in the marbling of shells -sheen on a bird’s wing-
veins in a rock - flower petals -
I wrap myself each morning in its lighter shades-
cool, lavender chiffon, and you come to me
the magic of amethyst in your kiss.
For Frank Herrera's Color Contest
She’s not pure enough to be pink
Life has darkened her, polished her
She knows life isn’t no crystal stair
She’d walk on a bed of nails if it meant walking on her own two feet.
She holds her head up high now.
She knows what she wants,
She’s seen what she doesn’t.
Has her mother’s heart,
Her father’s brass.
Pisces baby, emotional tornado
Loves as hard as she fights
Fights as hard as any *****
Can out-wit any man.
She’s not pure enough to be pink.
She’s amethyst.
I am a collage of sunsets,
laced with amethyst dreams of orchid dews,
s u r f i n g through s w i r l i n g sparkles,
as the waning moon mirrors amulets of love~
amidst silk and sage of silent reveries...
Desires fulfilled under amethyst skies
Soothing the sounds of our tempted hearts beating
Satin your skin glistens bright in the sun
Sweetwater lips made for endlessly kissing
Eyes now insist that our day is not done
Silhouettes form on a promise laced sunset
Apricot heavens in marmalade blush
Soft pastels sigh of our breathless intentions
Harmonies sung in a smooth whispered hush
Gently we lie beneath star sprinkled driftings
Passions explored as a new moon does rise
Pearl drop shimmers of love’s invitation
Desires fulfilled under amethyst skies
Warm midnight dreams rain of simplistic notions
Evening expands the horizons so far
Listen as winds whisper feathered emotions
Love will be waiting wherever we are
Good night Soupers
There's a cloned avatar of the mystical moon
for dreamers in search of a beaming wave
amidst alienated alliterations,
waltzing in zig-zag within my cyborg mind.
I still find neon lights,
that teleport rhyme-less runes
to a realm of subtracted sorrow,
concluding splitting seconds
within divided despair.
Yet, when midnight melancholy multiplies,
murky minutes turn into jumbled jargon.
And Venus emanates clusters of sparkling rays,
flipping letters into endless equations
with amethyst auroras.
So tonight, I'll dance like a flying saucer~
to the magnetic tunes of swirling sapphires,
cosmically cruising above the cyber
canvas of accelerated dreams.
Oh, purple gem delight-
tumbled gem of violet hues,
soft to dark bright;
helps one to write,
an amethyst gem will infuse !
Be it a heavy stone-
or a piece delicately shaped,
peace you will own;
your thoughts will moan,
in ideas you will be draped !
Good for meditation-
a natural spirit answer,
gone frustration;
gives foundation,
sweet as a memory enhancer !
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May 5, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Amethyst Spirit Quartz
Copyright Protected, ID 1142-001-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
in the depths of my mind
i still see you there
you aged with grace
like the flight of swan
on the horizon
of amethyst skies
as they blend crimson
beneath the setting sun
i saw your wings fold
falling silent against your chest
as you took your last whispered breath
beneath the featherless shadows of time
leaving me alone
stranded on the sands
that death robs
when the hourglass
of time stops
i still count the grains
washed upon the shores
as the ocean lashes back
in salted sprays
upon my sunken face
i look back
as my footsteps fade
beneath the rhythm
of its calmer waves
realizing i stand alone
breathless in the expansion
of mind's hold
I’m having soup for food today
because I am so poor
I mean that in a financial way
I’m rich in blessings of lord
I can sit and doodle a bit
With muses on my brain
But so engaged in my writing page
Soup gets cold all in vain
Seems I’m wired to be inspired
By amethyst art of variety
Music poems stories songs fire
Of purple piety
Spirit is loud it starts to shout
You were born to adorn and create
Awareness and, a special blend
Of praising God in your purple way
Fruit of the spirit feeds us here
In the womb of Poetry Soup
I can glide down rainbow slide
Of your mind in words of truth
As I grow within my chocolate soul
I feel the ancestors smile
Stories of old make me emerald glow
I live to make them proud
So pardon me if I peach preach
My heart belongs to Jehovah
When I eat I pray in pink peace
That he blesses food over and over.
Thank you Lord for my daily bread
Even when it is just soup
By his hand I am fuchsia fed
And led by his mocha muse.
on little insects
the amethyst starling feeds ~
violet hue haunts
whistles, trills, mimics
for territory and love ~
nature's purple gem
Although, having split personality
in his tiny palms,
he gleams...
and perceives life
without fear
but with warmth
of a mystical womb
that lures him
to enter a menagerie
of words,
entertaining
his shadow, not drunken--
but a bit drenched,
to huddle not
on a cold concrete like
a sleeping failure
AMETHYST
HEY MY AMETHYST,I'LL BE YOUR HERO.
YOU ARE MY BAIRN OF ME AND I AM
BAR-MITZVAH OF YOURS.
I WILL STAND IN SIRROCO OF YOUR LIFE.
I GO MANQUE TO SEE SMILE ON YOUR
RED LIPS.
THE BILLET-BOUX WE SHARED IS THE BEST
OF THINGS TO SHARE.
OH!BABY COME BY ME I'LL CREATE
ISLE OF OUR OWN.
TO KISS IS THE LONG DREAM OF ME.
AND YOU GIVE ME COUP DE GRACE
WITH THE IMPECCABLE LOOKS YOU HAVE
YOU ARE ANEMONE TO THE WORLD.
I'LL BE GLAD TO KEEP ANEMONE LIKE YOU
THE BELLERINA WAYS YOU MOVE.
AND YOU TAKE MY HEART TO YOU
ISABEL OF MY LIFE,I'LL KEEP YOU
LIKE ANGEL OF MY HEART.
YOU ARE AMETHYST TO ME.I'LL BE YOUR HERO
TO YOUR LIFE JOURN-O.
february’s stone…
emblazonment of birthright
in Aquarius.
© Harry J Horsman 2012