Best Aquamarine Poems
As the men of the great sea carry me
Assuring them of safe travel on water
Courage and serenity are given free
Am restless anxiety adjuster
Feel so soft smooth as nestled in pocket
Look deeply into my pale blue colors
Ye men of wide sea who wear bluejacket
Those who my purpose are sure acceptors
How my healing powers strength your heart
Throat, spleen, immune system, mouth, ears, breating
Offering protection for journey chart
Constantly in your pocket safely abiding
Mental, emotional, physical
Aquamarine polished smooth possible alchemy
Written for Stoned Contest
Sponsor: Catie Lindsey
Contest had closed when posted
A deep sigh before the swim,
the silent scream of sunny depths.
Lightweight where dusk and dark dance
and the world above is a remote dream.
Calmness, still embracing.
Name of Contest: Color My Mood Poetry Contest
Date posted: May 26, 2025
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
DAFFODILS AND AQUAMARINE GEMS
Daffodils blooming in wild profusion
Warm, lazy, balmy days
The sparkle of my high school class ring
With its stone of aquamarine
My birthday on St. Patrick's Day
Being born in Dublin (Georgia)
All taking place in the month of March
It doesn't get any better than this
Unless you – because of your stone
Or perhaps your flower
Each denoting the month of your birth
Cause you to feel as I do about my own
Thankful for life, health, family
Grateful to the God who made it all possible
Gem stones and special flowers mark our birth
And the God of the universe orchestrated it all
Curtis Moorman
15 January 2012
aquamarine sea
quiescent in the midday
combines with the sky
2-10-2016
In aquamarine ran off my warmth traversing
mild meadows with swallows of ash
past the pink sunset
Three cherry cardinals swooped past partly pleased
the brook trickled near
Evading were than icon imaginings
the following fawns
the spotted taupe-hazel fawn
Three taupe robins at a white well
The magic cello hummed earlier
Sword at side passed over my warmth
through the falling cascades
off on the pink sunset
Three cherry cardinals swooped past partly pleased
The level prairie sat below
Supple were they sandaled sand
The sheer slim fawns
The discomfited shuffled fawns
Three graceless mothers in the green dell
The ravenous barb earlier crooned
Curtsy at waist my warmth traversing
Casing the waterfall behind
Off in the pink sunset
Three cherry cardinals swooped past partly pleased
The vertical crests sat above
Brighter be they than tranquil birth
The sheer slim fawns
The taller edgy fawns
Three higher vicars at the mild meadow
The adept huntsman
Ran below
In aquamarine ran off my warmth traversing
mild meadows with swallows of ash
past the pink sunset
Three cherry cardinals
Early morning is the perfect time to walk the beach,
the cool water licks at my feet.
The soft sand is like walking on a pillow,
pretty seashells yell-pick me up.
My day started off with a bit of heaven on earth.
Today I wish I can go to the beach
and sit on the wooden swing
hovering back and forth above the sea
so I can let go of the rope and soar mid air
and let my veins feel the ocean vibes
of the azurite and aquamarine waves
racing down the slide of my narrow spine
aquamarine
lustrous hues where ocean meets sky
aquamarine
earth's horizon, a vibrant sheen
colors brushed with clouds and waves rise
lost in splendor, tears in my eyes
aquamarine
aquamarine
wrapped in sun's illumination
aquamarine
saturated in blues and greens
dancing hues in jubilation
a vision of God's creation
aquamarine
* a rondelet (rhymes abaabba)
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
for The Colors Have It contest ( Russell Sivey)
Third place
waves of aquamarine
tickling my toes in foamy surf
alabaster sand castles and
a piña colada
dreaming of my dream vacation
(LIND68868)
05,14,2019
Writing Challenge 2, May 2019, Lind68868 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
Theme Chosen - a dream
I wear a gemstone locket aways that holds ashes
it has oceanic hues and I get lost in the endless blue
my most precious possession filling me with emotions
of harmony, tranquility, peace, acceptance and calm energy
a treasure forever as mom and dad are within so I am not alone
A shopping trip on a ghostly road could become quite frightening really. So leave earlier rather than later. And blow a kiss to the frog sitting in that tree over there. Go on. He really likes it and will belch blessings for your safety. In a sweetshop always try to ensure that any rounded shapes are either containing a powder or a chew. And dancing in the middle of the shop holding lolly sticks just does not look elegant. Ok Mr.Peter Peanut has now arrived in a smart van. With pastel printed shirt, tie, and boots he is sure to cause a sensation in the park. Great. Reading racing reaching radical robotic regales. And a majestic swan building drags itself up and enters the lake for a nice swim. As harmonic as a cup of tea in an acorn cup then. Ridicule not an appearance of a jellied chicken pizza, and take off no hat under an umbrella. Hahahaha fish dish wish. Xxxxx aquamarine z a p y q zzzz.
Humanity, the leaning yawl of infinite holes.
God, the tranquil sea for a millennium or so.
Swells growing bold as the sky swirls grayish.
Humanity, taking on barrels of water and salt.
Ivory gulls are shrieking at the crimson spray.
Biters and crawlers are awaiting the flesh.
The universe is a distant shell of pristine cold.
A small craft lies cracked on an isle of sea glass.
Forgotten souls in aquamarine chrysalis.
Floating above the frothy shoal.
gazing wistfully
through a deep mysterious ocean door
into a swimming dream of you and me
a confluence of what maybe was
and what might have been
I dreamt of a siren
with crystal skin and quaint braided hair.
her eyes, slow swirls of undying azure,
coiled around, her salt-sweet chorus
tightening at my throat
The alluring notes
pierce through my rasp scream—
In cold sweats I
wake up nauseous—
My vocal cords enfolded in her skin.
I am water
Vast, cool
Ever moving
Adjusting
according to landscape
Babbling alone
Flowing thoughtlessly
Forgetting past
Unconcerned about future
In serving others,
I get joy
I find all equal
Same within
Get angry only when
intolerable over-exploitation
pollution occurs
Note: This is about my gemstone aquamarine