Best Amethysts Poems
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
Categories:
amethysts, love, romance, romantic love,
Form:
Free verse
I hope you would still remember me as we were,
every time you see pristine
passing pomegranate hues of the horizon.
When clouds smear our unspoken love
in inexplicable figurines,
of those simple moments we
reignited beneath our own twilight,
reliving our dreams in
remaining rosy dialects of romantic recollections,
as I have a confession to make
beneath this cluttering of chaos.
I wasn’t ready to let you nor our late night conversations go,
After all these years, all my heart ever desires,
is for you to see the broken empire
behind these weary eyes.
I have long been a gift of solitude and sorrow,
But as I’ve let you go, my hopes swayed a lilac
feathered goodbye,
Although you’ll never know how a simple hey,
once upon a time, saved my life,
and embellished my universe with pearlescent
moonstones and amethysts.
Yet I still question you, in rustic rhymes you can’t comprehend,
Have you forgotten how to pronounce my name?
is it because your heart doesn’t feel the same?
Have your desires now become tame?
As you walk away, why am I the one to take the blame?
Is our love now lost in history?
Is that why you’ve left me in so much mystery?
In your absence the mind battles against violence.
All is mute in a void of meaningless silence.
Did you forget to love me today?
Is this the price I have to pay?
Just for you to say that you’ll love me
again in the same way, someday.
Categories:
amethysts, break up, deep, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
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
Categories:
amethysts, tree,
Form:
Imagism
I think I’ll pluck today
petals of pain
No “He loves me, he loves me not”
will I innocently repeat.
Dashed dreams follow me
and hope, a broken sparrow
lies bleeding at my feet.
Oh, when did my fantasies
vanish into gloomy skies?
“Pain today. Pain tomorrow.”
As I pluck each petal, I find
hopelessness has wilted
each one
that falls away.
Is there any gladness I might borrow?
I think it matters not what I say.
I know enough by now of bodily woe.
Petals, once so pretty,
where did you all go?
Once the bright amethysts of my glad spring,
the flower’s petals now drop
to the ground
like withered leaves of late autumn.
Fall ing
Fall ing
Fall ing
one by one by one.
Chronic pain is no easier
than any mental anguish I have known.
My lot in life; the burden given me:
my l a r g e s t sorrow -
“Pain today; pain tomorrow."
Categories:
amethysts, pain,
Form:
Verse
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.
Categories:
amethysts, gothic, imagery, poetry, seasons,
Form:
Free verse
Written: February 08, 2024
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Scarlet lips susurrous softly,
amid quiescence of dusk
bequeath beamily beguin beats
within our sumptuous souls.
As grace echoes in crimson,
tears trickle toward titillating face
vital words are shared in embrace,
eliciting a warm scintilla that crams,
my heart to the brim,
our euphoria shall shut out the world
Such are your lovely virtues,
scarlet swing, swirl, and splendor,
mellifluous plea of my heartbeat.
Perhaps this flesh is gossamer,
wrapped around wintry bones,
until I hear the timbre of your voice.
We should meet at dusk,
as the sunshine is waning.
Daffodils light up my mane,
peppery sanguine sepals.
lusting lyrics lost like lines
Join me at dusk,
softly swinging
across stardust lips
of weary soul, singing in embers
drawn down dunes deter
We should meet at dusk,
as our skin melts into night linen,
and we sit beneath the moonlight,
not requiring any words,
floating on seahorses,
amid sapphire blue waves,
and waltzing to sea-angel moans.
We should meet at dusk,
to show me your soft hands,
wrap me in rose petals,
slow-burning summer opening.
We should meet at dusk,
with quartz amethysts
cravings for whispers of the future,
while never departing.
I shall wrap my ribs around yours,
sustained and pianissimo.
kindly apply your fingertips,
and tiptoe down my spine.
We should meet at dusk,
and, well, simply kiss me,
throw me a steamy embrace,
will fade into wildflower shades.
we whisper as silence draws,
shy, pink, fizzy, sizzling apple spirits.
I retain a nightly tally,
hours on given days
amidst the quiet murk of waiting
you embody my soul.
I almost lost faith
soaking in a velvety eclipse,
years flew by lacking your love,
which goes hollow until you smile.
I attempted to forget,
the curves of your body,
and sweat-formed salt puddles,
dewing on the warm golden dome,
those were milestone spots
of mutual delight.
Kisses resemble seaports.
such a visceral map to feel
that plagues my dreams.
Years of seclusion occurred,
erosion-prone, and sallow
a memory-bound state,
that yearns solely for,
your trustworthy love.
Categories:
amethysts, analogy, appreciation, beauty, love,
Form:
Free verse
Diamonds, rubies, and amethysts danced last night in my dreams,
Beautiful, sparkling gifts from my husband that were supreme.
For 30 years each custom piece was planned by him with care,
And when he surprised me with it I thought I was walking on air.
I remember each piece he gave to me and the occasion.
Our anniversary, birthday, and Christmas was a big celebration.
They were wonderful years, but the marriage did not last.
We lost that perfect love that had been unsurpassed.
The split was acrimonious, and it became the divorce from hell.
Everything had to be divided, and my jewelry I was forced to sell.
The day I brought all my jewelry to be sold I did not shed a tear
For all the pieces given to me with love I held so dear.
When I left my wedding ring that day, I felt lost and forsaken.
But I have thought very little since about my jewelry that was taken.
It is over and done, and I have tried to put it behind.
But I awakened with tears on my pillow, thinking of a gift so kind.
One Christmas Eve he gave me a gorgeous diamond heart necklace.
When I saw it I was in awe and breathless.
It made me cry in my dream to see the love in his eyes.
His excitement and joy was worth far more than the prize.
Categories:
amethysts, break up, christmas, divorce,
Form:
Narrative
E nchanted by the elements, Goddess Earth excitedly
A rises, anticipating all her awe-inspiring artistry;
R eveling in the rapture of the rivers’ ripples or roses’ rare redolence;
T antalizing us with her talent for turning out utter transformations.
H er heart holds hues of happiness!
R obust and rosy-cheeked, she rambles,
A dorning arms of trees with amethysts in spring and apples in autumn.
D ancing from dawn to dusk and back to dawn,
I nstinctively and impulsively, she illuminates with imagery - in
A nd out and all about, she ambles ardently.
N ever endingly, this nimble nymph
C apriciously creates - combing sky with clouds and coaxing colors onto canyons,
E xuberantly and effortlessly embracing all of earth’s expanse effulgently.
R iding rainbows or rapids; rending rocks when riled, she regulates and replenishes.
I nherently and impressively imaginative, she is invaluable in
D auntlessly and dulcetly delighting with dazzling display.
E arth, who exhales exquisite breath, may your radiance ride be everlasting!
An Anagram poem!
Categories:
amethysts, nature,
Form:
Acrostic
Before I stepped into this brave new Valley of The Tears,
My mother used to sing me songs of Knights all brave and fierce.
She told, as she was herself told by her own mother dear
That they came from far back in time, some millions and a year.
These Knights, I've never seen but with my closed eyes in her womb
And in those days, they rode in holy circles in my room.
The circles went all up and down like in a whirling pool,
With lights and fires everywhere and seats as soft as wool.
These nights of sleepless nights, as I played witches with a broom,
I never knew the lights I saw were real witchcraft and gloom !
'Twas like a fairy tale to me, with engines swirling 'round
And angels white and brilliant surrounding holy ground:
The pearls of white and blue beryls and stones as red as wine,
and the gemstones, and amethysts and crystals so divine !
I used to travel back in time with windows open wide,
But one day, the Knights came and brought me to the world outside;
That's when I was born to my mother as a mammalian,
Until the doctors discovered I was a reptilian...
which means that for the human race, I am THE ALIEN...
by Voahanitriniaina Rabary-Andriamanday
from Madagascar
(Antananarivo/ Ambohimalaza)
9/27/2012 - 6: 13:00 PM
Categories:
amethysts, me, mother, mystery,
Form:
Ballad
in the cage of shadows
by the birches cast
your red raincoat
wetly shines
Papers and clouds of dreams are stuck to the
benches and the iron railings
awasy in the fading sky,
I look at you
the way a child
sees the circus
for the first time
the window where we meet
tries to steal the candy colors
of your coat
but it can/t
You're nothing special, though
a normal heart
filled with the ocean and
a million golden clocks,
amethysts and
a harvest moon.
Just an ordinary Goddess,
swirling, among the world
with unmuted plumage
when you kiss my cheek and leave
it burns and lingers like
a hot shell casing
among the smoke and noise
inside of me.
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FRIDAY, MARCH 16, 2018
He died one day
For three minutes
Not days
A machine was
Prepared,
But not ready
For a while it
Was winter light
Through an oceanic window
The loud congress of
Birds’ Shadows and
Velvet black indigo
The surprising cast
Of their kind, amber eyes
Welcome back
Sputtering and
Cut
Where everything hurts
And nothing
Makes sense
He cries
Like a child
Missing
Christmas
Categories:
amethysts, analogy, romantic love,
Form:
Blank verse
I have a capacity for love
that stretches every time he makes me
a dust-mote in the iridescent
ocean of eye-light.
I’m suspended in time and in
place, yet I swell.
I know I could grow forever,
glittering like amethysts and pearls before swine
until I puncture the universe
and leak out in increments
through the stratosphere.
He makes me stop breathing
and still go on
-heedless, regardless, relentless-
I could suck the stars dry,
but until my lips touch his
I’m only this:
The air you hold in your lungs too long
before your first time flying.
Categories:
amethysts, lovetime, time, universe,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
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
Categories:
amethysts, beauty, flower, garden, green,
Form:
Alliteration
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
Categories:
amethysts, nature, day,
Form:
Quintain (English)
- continued from Part 2
I Am Making More Profits
Than An Open Window Can Scope!
But More Importantly
Than Any Viable Earnings Can Invoke …
Lovely … I Am Sending Valuable-Love
… Inside This Envelope
(Isa. 54: 11, 12)
Yes, Lovely … You Are My Amethysts & Rubies
and Sapphires and Silver and Gold
and I Am The Richest Person Alive!
… If The Truth Be Told …
I Want You Ecstatically Happy
Now Surely, You Must Know
I Just Want To See Your Own
Luminous, Starry Eyes Aglow
… and Pour Drops of Soothing Oil
and Lavish-Anoint You – Head To Toe
and Smell Your Sweet, Pure Perfume
Wafting Like Incense To My Nose …
And Hold You In My Arms
and Never Let You Go
My Lovely One, I’ll Be With You Soon
Because I Love You So …
My Lovely One, You Know Me
To Be A Lover of Honor, Most Honest
The Length Between Us Is Loyal
and Getting Closer By The Moments
And You Have Your One-True-Lover’s
Word of Oath – On This (like Sacred-Sonnets)
And I Will Come For You, My Lovely One
… I Promise …
But The War Rages On
and Will Wage Worse Before Its Gone
But These Things I Have Told You
So You Have Always Known …
About Harsh Ways of The World
So Go Past Them, You Must Stay Strong
and True To Me ‘Til I Come
and Make Us A Brand New Home
(For To Me, Again – You’ll Belong
… Before Ere’ Too Long …
(Rev. 21: 3, 4)
But I Must Finish My Duty
and Complete My Timeline-Task
The Importance and Responsibility
For This Job Is Very Vast!
It’s For Our Future & To Make Sure
That We Will Always Last
and That No One Else Dare Repeat
Poisoned Mistakes From Prideful-Pasts
And After This … We’ll Never Again
Ungroup or Unclasp!
But Your Understanding & Agreement
Is Needed Now … That’s What I Ask …
Oh, Let My Words Kindle
Your Starry Eyes Like Flames!
Let The Fire of My Ardor
& Pure Force, Course Thru Your Veins!
(The Song of Solomon 8: 6, 7)
And Let This Letter Draw You To Me
With Unbreakable Mettle Chains!
and If You Must Whisper and Weep
Just Softly Echo My Name …
(Remember, You Agreed To Wear My Name)
(Isa. 43: 7, 10, 11 / Acts 11: 26 / Rom. 10: 13)
Let This Letter Be My Lips
Speaking Forth Innocence
Let This Letter Be My Lips
and Each Word A Knowing Kiss
Let This Letter Be My Voice
Telling You How You’re Loved & Missed
For Soon, We Will Be Together
As If In Celestial Bliss
I Send This Letter So It Could
Act As Your Revival
I Sent This Letter So You Could
Know I Am Reliable
(Part 3 of 4)
Categories:
amethysts, absence, allegory, bible, christian,
Form:
Narrative
I know this…they were too young to die b e f o r e -
but left behind BEAUTIFUL treasures for me to a d o r e.
Sincerity of a grandmother takes precedence over anything,
old jewelry left behind, but back then none of them for me-
Rubies, amethysts and her b e a u t i f u l diamond wedding ring,
were all left to my sister, the oldest daughter in the family.
Grandmother and Karen were close and lived together at a time,
and when she died Karen inherited all her stunning JEWELRY,
Not a day went by when grandmother wasn’t on her mind,
and growing up I could see how special to grandmother was she.
One tragic New Year’s Eve day in two thousand and ten,
Karen went missing and my heart was just broken-
For she was so depressed and filled with t o r m e n t back then,
I still remember our last kiss and final words spoken.
After they FOUND her body and realized she took her life,
they returned her belongings she had worn that day-
Oh, how her world was filled with such anguish and strife,
I could really u n d e r s t a n d why she didn’t want to stay.
I was sifting through her belongings and found an angel pendant,
it WAS gold plated with a silver halo just above her head,
Now being that to grandmother Karen was a d e s c e n d a n t,
I remembered the angel was her favorite, my heart bled.
The angel had been passed down from my great-grandmother,
and now it was mine to hold dear to my bleeding heart-
This was the most special h e i r l o o m, I’d never find another,
and then the needed HEALING in my soul began to start.
It is still pinned gently right above my collar on my coat,
I c a r r y it with me during the chilly winter season-
During warmer days I pin the angel on MY special tote,
And maybe leaving me their special treasure is the reason.
Keeping the angel heirloom close to my suffering HEART,
brings a sadness yet c h e r i s h e d memories that never shall part.
Old Jewelry or Just Old Things - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Broken Wings
October 24, 2016
Categories:
amethysts, beautiful, grandmother, sister,
Form:
Rhyme