Best Beads Poems
disintegrating all language barriers
she smiled
and pulled me in with the charm
of a profoundly serene magnetism
the epitome of peace and harmony
nodding offered me a card
I took it and she smiled
nodded and showed me
a rainbow of bracelets
from the many colors I chose one
exchanged it for a handful of bills
she smiled some more
I walked away
each bead
around my wrist
a reminder of her smile
AP: 2nd place 2025, 3rd place 2020
Submitted on February 5, 2019 to contest FEBRUARY WK 1 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Categories:
beads, inspirational, memory, peace, silence,
Form:
Free verse
~ Life Beads ~
In my pocket small words on paper
Like pearls on a string
*
We follow a track, an illusion
The gateway to the unconscious
Never prevent your own happiness
~ Realize Your Dreams ~
28.02.2016
A-L Andresen :)
Categories:
beads, beauty, dream, happiness,
Form:
Light Verse
I walked in the local Relay for Life
In support of the Cancer Foundation
I have lost too many people that I love
To this horrible abomination
For each lap around the High School track
You received a white bead to put on a string
Every fifth lap resulted in a bead of blue
One full mile completed was its meaning
I started at 6:00 pm that night
After resting throughout the day
I was determined to walk 18 hours straight
As my contribution to help keep cancer at bay
My pledges totaled one hundred dollars a mile
Every blue bead helped me keep count
I wanted to collect all that I could
To bring in the top amount
Most teams consisted of many walkers
Who walked in shifts throughout the night
But my team was just a team of one
Like on a Spirit of St. Louis flight
At 6:15 I received my first blue bead
A four miles an hour pace
If I could keep this up throughout the event
I would surely win first place
(Not that that really mattered)
At 10:00 I had fifteen blue beads
And was already getting tired and sore
But I blocked all that right out of my mind
For the miles I had left were many more
The crowds on the track started thinning out
As the night grew dark and longer
At 3:00 am I got a second (or third) wind
And somehow was walking stronger
By 6:00 am I was practically walking in my sleep
My blisters were starting to bleed
By now I had a second string
To hold all the white and blue beads
At 11:00 am they announced, “One more hour to go”
Fresh new faces started to arrive
I kept plopping one foot in front of the other
Although I had a much shorter stride
When they rang the bell announcing the Relay was over
I finally sat down to count my blue beads
Fifty-two blue beads meant fifty-two miles
And five thousand, two hundred dollars for this need
They packed up the stages and removed all the trash
While in my warm sleeping bag I slept
Everyone was gone when I woke up again
But the promise to my loved ones I had kept
Categories:
beads, life, blue, blue, cancer,
Form:
Rhyme
Fresh drops of moisture,
Adorns the morning surface;
Embellished gardens.
Categories:
beads, nature
Form:
Haiku
* * ° * *
In
Mother
Moon's armoire
hang star-gilded
gowns of indigo
silk, heady with
cedar and
sandal
wood
* * ° * *
Categories:
beads, eve, moon, night, stars,
Form:
Ninette
Isn't it funny how people see money
pieces of metal so very small
there's not a lot you can do
with a penny or two
money itself has really no uses at all
it used to be beads and once it was shells
at least you could wear them and buy or sell
how many have a dim view of money
pieces of paper so wafer-thin
there's not much you can fill with a note or a bill
money itself has very few ways it can thrill
its value is based on the bars of gold
buried in the basement of a bank
and whomever says whatever they're worth
is who we have thank
the root of all evil isn't money it's man
he'll wheel deal and steal to grab all he can
the more money he has the more money he needs
the root of all evil is mankind and his greed
Categories:
beads, how i feel, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme
Dew wet spider web
Sparkling pearls on fine parade
Life's boasting beauty
23.10.2014
Anne-Lise Andresen :)
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Categories:
beads, beautiful, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Making paper beads
is a beautiful hobby
jewelry from trash
Categories:
beads, beauty, creation,
Form:
Haiku
Beauty of the beads,
It’s a description of multi-colours.
Which are tiny like the seeds,
Carefully, arranged in linear order in fours.
Beauty of the beads,
Some Africans wear around their waist.
To charm and entice men with deeds,
As others tie them on their wrist.
Beauty of the beads,
Which portray the local culture and tradition.
Although, it’s not feeds.
But, with emphasis on heritage and generation.
Beauty of the beads,
When in motion, there’s a sound.
Like a clash of the heads,
Sometimes, spins or go around.
Beauty of the beads,
Contrary, to the story ‘Beauty and the beast’.
As they’re characters of the movie leads,
With respect to their journey from west to east.
Categories:
beads, africa, beauty, body, romance,
Form:
Rhyme
How lucky can one man be
To have the love and friendship
Oh so many sweet adorable people
Here on the Soup... male and female
It's like a love-in from the sixties
Minus the beads and hippie hair
(Well, I'm supposing!)
Those were wild, free spirited days
Making love, NOT war
I was newly married back then to my first wife, Linda
Busy raising three young kiddies
And struggling to make ends meet
My rewards though were much greater
With 3 super kids, a gorgeous wife and a new career
The closest I got to becoming a hippie
Was letting my hair grow long (shoulder length)
And growing a beard
Which, believe it or not, I still have today
Those were difficult times back then
But oh so rewarding... ahhh memories!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
beads, memory,
Form:
Narrative
Much wailing at the wall
With three hail Mary’s
A nod towards Mecca
Let us sit and
Count
Beads
Categories:
beads, funny
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Well some they say though straight or gay
Get fun from innuendo
While others wait ‘til dark
To get their kicks outside your window
Some do the deed without a sound
Some labour in the dark
While others roars would wake the dead
Some sing out like a lark
Variety’s the spice of life
And while there’s a great selection
We’ve all been screwed from time to time
At every new election
There’s watersports and bondage
There’s even golden showers
Beware though not to mix the two
Or you’ll stay wrapped up for hours
Some wear a mask with eye-holes
Or some dangerous protrusion
Some sport a tail or riding crop
While lost in their delusion
Some women favour veggies
To chippies sparks or plumbers
They relish every celery stick
Or juicy green cucumbers
There’s tales that tell of fishermen
Quite partial to a skate
Though fond of fish I always was
I prefer mine on a plate
Some wrap up like an onion
For fear their skin is showing
While some rush in all fingers and thumbs
With boobs and buttocks glowing
There are those without a conscience
Who swear they’re not the owner
Oh deary me it had to be
Someone elses *****
Though some would up and go all night
Some finish in a minute
While others just the thought alone
Would push them past their limit
While girls dress up as men
And Lads like Cinderella
It takes a little work sometime
To tell female from fella
Uniforms are common place
Considered rather arty
A sturdy pair of coppers cuffs
Are the rave at swingers parties
There’s beads and balls and bangles
They may become a habit
And a whirling whirring weapon
They call the Rampant Rabbit
When picking out a present
For your partners Xmas box
Have Duracell a plenty
In her little Xmas socks
So while sex it has its ups and downs
Even Daniel would agree
It’s a sure fire cure for unwanted frowns
And it beats a cup of Tea
Categories:
beads, blue,
Form:
Rhyme
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 this rosary
with lips pressed
against the cross
as i whisper prayers
for one and all
in hopes my voice is heard
and this fog lifts
with this storm
Categories:
beads, fear, prayer,
Form:
Free verse
A bead of red rolls down my arm,
an eloquent prayer, a scream.
Alive in a way the arm is not
coming awake in a dream.
A drop of swirling living cells,
abandoning a foundered host,
drawing a line on the curve of meat,
segregating machine from ghost.
Cousins drop from a fluttering lid,
another line following a tear,
rolling along a wrinkly nose,
washing away horror, sorrow and fear.
life turned liquid
flesh to dust
aspirations unmet
iron will to rust
either
[ caught between galaxy and quark
a trivial flame in the dark
nothing cares that a mind was here
the flicker of a trivial spark ]
or
[ as my eyes dim, and drop finds drop
your voice, Erin, fills my mind
your hand reaching out to help me forth
horror sorror fear left behind ]
Categories:
beads, soulmate, suicide,
Form:
Prose Poetry
beads of dew;
silver pearls
a b o u n d
stubbornly clinging
to spider webs
silently
t
r
i
c
k
l
i
n
g
down
window panes
after rainfall
their traces,
c o n t r a i l s in the sky
s i l e n c e
broken
as they
d
r
i
p
into
a puddle,
and into
the thirsty soil;
they s l i d e off
lotus leaves,
flower petals
and r o l l
d
o
w
n
blades of grass,
roofs;
e x p l o d i n g
as they pelt
concrete,
breaking silence
once again.
Categories:
beads, nature, rain, simile, sound,
Form:
Imagism