Best Black Diamond Poems
Black Diamond Night (a coal miner’s cemetery)
Where the ebony, we call “NIGHT”,
Old black rocks sit under the twilight
Diamond shape eyes unclear and lonely,
Sinister through hostile spirits only,
I stumble across these stones without a bone
A solitary confinement alone,
From a barren zone the light transcend
Only in time, our minds will mend
Endless valleys and limitless stones
These bones- these bones they sit alone
The abyss, of rotten cavities with no fill,
A system no power can unwell the drill
The blood that passed over without a spill
Peaks collapse into a spellbinding chill
They are trapped! They are trapped!
Another diamond in the rough
Is what they left
Obsessed with the dead without a death
A death that impatiently awaited their last breath
Gushing, into the gems of dead chemistry,
Diamonds holding its own intensity,
These lonely graves, on top of sycamore hill
Coal mining hearts that will never heal
If only shiny eyes could see?
These lonely bones inside of me!
Moving in every direction possible
Flowing in every direction noticeable
Sockets without eyes.
Stones hiding under the cobalt skies.
The mad sparkles, the madness dies.
Throughout this mess, we held in the blasphemous
Intervening lots of gems so miraculous
Into a stone of self-religion,
A black night filled of legions
Acknowledging the soul's capacity of free
Near the frail bones that sit alone,
Alone they sit in a morbid home.
Through a path unclear and all alone,
Troubled by the visions of my own stone
Where the night takes place in the dark
The ebony rides under the diamond bark
Along with the coal miners who never got to see the;
“Diamonds of another day!”
On the border of the obscure wastelands,
In the depths of shadows and torments,
Far beyond the land of Never Was, Never Will
Is a place where I hold you, strong and silent…
As the shards of your sensitive sadness prevail,
Sifting the awaiting coals below,
I shall reflect slivers of your light upon the darkest woe!
I fight with the broken alliance within the dimmest coves,
I mean to pull you into Death’s demise
Where the pained poets prevail and the suns of justice arise
So that e’en the coldest of coals reach warmth!
Generating power so strong, that the gods step aside
As these diamonds-to-be burst into the light of day
Revealing your words of Always Was… and Always Will
The Black Diamond, once captive…finally free…though coal black still!
For Shadow Hamilton's Contest: Fighting Depression(poems for PD)
12/7/14
summoned black diamond
sun's at other side of night
with the dream roses
heart of joy twinkling
gone down in sea of colors
star of plum evening
still in its peach prime
and dust of the day settles
crow flies to midnight
Black Diamond Night
Life is a cruel wench, a beckoning tramp, she is.
Sprawling wide open to draw us into her erotic nectar.
She whispers lurid words which promise to forestall
The imminent erosion, of illusionary perfection.
The promise of a tomorrow? Few have the inherent structure,
To challenge her guile, humming quiet, sweet victory.
Only the ancient one, who hides beneath our vision,
When wrenched from the rock, is still perfect in her imperfection.
Dawn loses its battle to dusk, and returns again to be defeated
In an endless, biblical battle. The waves wash up on the shore
Wrenching the sands from pounded beaches; only to spew up
Again and be dumped ashore by the evenings rushing tides.
I lie on my back, on a beach, gazing up at dark stars,
On this black diamond night, sadly, wiser.
Brenda Molmod Atry 8/14/2012
Mornings of rubies and sapphires are fine
Afternoons of Topaz and turquoise divine
Evenings with Emeralds shine bright
But nothing compares to a Black Diamond night
deep in the bowels of the earth
this treasure is found,
dug out by the men
who work underground,
they crawl and hack to fill the store
waiting for the call, mind your heads
as a blast is used to loosen more
this black diamond.
In the mining area in the valleys nearby
many a child had no father to give,
lost in the pit in an explosion, they cried,
many men lost so others can live.
the commodity they dig for
you will recognise am sure,
the black diamond I write about
is.... coal....shiny and pure.
penned august 3 2016
When you promised me a black diamond
My thoughts began to linger
With dreams of a sparkling gem upon my finger
I put on my pretty frock and awaited your arrival
But when I saw you standing at my door
My smile faded - my jaw almost hit the floor
I wasn’t presented with a ring in a box
But a black diamond watermelon* – you sly old fox!!!
Not quite the gift I was anticipating ...
Now we're off to the shops to choose my engagement ring!
Contest: A Black Diamond
Sponsor Nayda Ivette Negron
08~02~16
Information sourced from https://bonnieplants.com/product/black-diamond
*Black Diamond is a classic oblong watermelon with a black-green rind covering bright red, crisp, flavorful flesh. In the 1950s, Black Diamond was a very popular home garden variety. Fruits have gray-black seeds (perfect for seed spitting contests) and can grow quite large. In Arkansas, where it’s rumored to have been developed, local gardeners recommend this melon for greased watermelon contests: Simply grease the melon, place it into a child’s plastic swimming pool, and get ready for some fun as the kids chase it and try to grab it! Drought-resistant and prolific.
Scarce in love’s bounty
traded opaque for darkness
graphite eases soft whispers
obscure in the night
she cries for magnificence
while his reflection turns black
gemstone adamant
symbolize prosperity
carbon overshadows love
passion can be rare
murky lust trades easily
locked in a jewelry box
priceless in beauty
yet cheap to the true sinner
mystical nights cloud expense
trapped inside a mine
drilling for her precious gold
black diamond dwells forever
Poetry Form: Sedoka: 5-7-7-5-7-7
Black Diamond Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Date Written: August 2, 2016
When trials fall, she remains tough
Yes, a diamond in the rough,
Black…but shining outside her cage
For courage is youth’s heritage.
In time seasoned, one polished gem
Reigning like a glossed diadem,
And strength becomes a lasting grace
Facing doubt with holy embrace.
She knows each conquest quite well paid
When life’s jewel adorns her shade.
This woman never bought but found
A precious light, finally crowned.
Black Diamond Contest
For Nayda Ivette Negron
8..08..2016
Star
Diamond
Shining white
Dots the sky with
Rays of sparkling light.
But when its time is done
Its brilliance wanes to expire
And a black dwarf it will become.
Once awake and bright, gem in the sky
Sleeps dark diamond with Cosmic lullaby.
A lovely lady you are,
And lovely always be.
Your beauty bright as midnight stars,
And moonlight shining on the sea.
You're all that is fair and kind,
The sweetest dream and reality.
Many times you've crossed my mind;
My lasting hope is of you and me.
©2013 Honestly JT
*
Black diamonds throughout the sky.
Little' boy why do you cry?
One can stare all night into your eyes.
I would love nothing more than too kiss you goodnight.
Your father will be alright'
8-30-12
The footballer played for Brazil
Black Diamond is how he's known still
His cleverest trick
Was the "bicycle" kick
That let him score goals nearly at will
August 5, 2016
For Black Diamond poetry contest
I started my journey to find the special jewel the black diamond.
I knew it wouldn't be easy but I thought of the reward once I found it.
I traveled long and wide with the darkness of the night surrounding me.
I thought I was defected.
Then I looked ahead and I seen a shine so bright I thought I would be blinded.
So I keep forward and when I reached the spot where the light was coming from.
The journey was over because I found the jewel.
It was the Black Diamond in the night and to my surpise it wasn't black at all.
It was beautiful and bright and full of life.
So what I thought I was looking for was more wonderful then I thought.
And it was called the Black Diamond Night
Night, moonless, is a blanket of
thick threads woven blacker than black -
a tapestry of stars above.
Night, moonless, is a blanket of
diamonds, and the eyes of my love
are glittering too now I’m back!
Night, moonless, is a blanket of
thick threads woven blacker than black.
For the Black Diamond Poetry contest of Nayda Ivette Negron