Best Crystal Poems
Farewell, Youthful Days Of Wading In Crystal Clear Streams
Farewell, the coming dawn and its soft, golden glow
born as infant fawn, a peaceful river in flow
or a memory of life beneath crescent moon
Refreshing breeze, shade's breath, simmering in hot June.
Farewell, that dream, a glory yet to be unfurled
Predawn vision of happiness in this sad world
or true essence of love and its power to heal
Lost soul, gifted again the joy a heart can feel.
Farewell, those whispers of new promising delights
found within romantic scenes on cool moonlit nights
or lingering kiss, given within sweetest zeal
infinite treasure once found, none can ever steal.
Farewell, new discoveries of love, its powers.
Farewell, remembered gems, those passionate fine hours.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-10-2020
A new Sonnet, ( Composed as Tribute to poet, Alfred Noyes )
see my new blog on this amazing poet...
beneath the silence of ice-encased trees
the sky’s pink dawn lies captured
in the pond’s crystal depths/center>
Permafrost upon the boughs,
in a glistening diamond wood;
where the water meets the Terra,
thin sheets in semi-melt
perform a slow ballet.
Before you lies a tiny crystal ball.
Pick it up; feel it smooth and hard along your palm.
Can it speak to you? Stare into its icy depth.
Perhaps if you gaze long enough, you will see your future
cascading like a beautiful waterfall of dreams . . . or
a tiny crystal ball perhaps is all you’ll ever see.
Based on picture #3
Written June 6, 2016 for THE BEST OF 6 Contest of nette onclaud
I've been trying to fill this hole deep inside my chest.
I promised I plead but you still left like all the rest.
So here I sit once again I’m all alone.
You won't even send a text to my phone.
This is where I fail to stay strong.
This life of mine starts to go wrong.
I took my lighter and fired up the brass.
I applied heat to get the bubble in the glass.
I heat the rock and watch it melt down.
I'm all smiles in the happiness that Ive found.
Before I knew it im drawing from out of the spoon.
One, two, blastoff soon ill be higher then the moon.
You get that little burn in the back of your throat.
Hang on cowboy cause you just hit some bomb dope.
Then comes the ringing in your ears.
Just sit back and all your worries and fears simply disappear.
Don't worry about the lights fading in and out.
That's the dope coursing through your veins ya your high no doubt.
The color will leave your eyes.
Your body engulfed in the warmth of a million butterflies.
But now the demon has got you like a needle to thread.
Welcome to the struggle cause you got to keep the demon fed.
Now we've been up for nights and days.
Given up hope we succumb to her ways.
When she leaves you she leaves you feeling dead.
You can't silence the voices screaming inside your head.
Now you just look for the next high.
Cause without that demon you wanna die.
People will wonder where have you been.
It's no secret with those track marks up and down your skin.
Now you will know new lows.
It's a sad story but thats just how it goes.
Now your alone and feel so close to death.
Just remember who did this her name is crystal meth.
Now if you could relive that day.
When your pal held out that needle tell what would you have to say.
One crystal flower swelled in a garden,
standing with pride and beauty all day,
Bees tried to steal her nectar and taste.
One day, somebody's hand cut her stem,
this crystal flower stolen and taken away.
Each petal was scattered on the ground,
sparkling dimly, breathless and tired.
Days went by and all flowers bloomed.
A new day of spring burst with hope.
One morning, a gardener went to visit,
found scattered crystals covered in mud.
He picked each piece 'til he'd found each one,
brought them all home and polished.
He patiently glued every broken line,
until a new crystal flower arose.
His hands found a new paradise.
Though once was broken,
now stands purity and grace.
**5th Place Winner In Nette Onclaud's Contest: METAPHOR: CRYSTAL
Entry for: METAPHOR: Crystal Free Poetry Contest
of Nette Onclaud
written by:Aiyah De Torres
03/14/2014
Second Language: English
If you think life is like walking on a crystal staircase
Simple and easy
Bright and sparkling
Blind, naive and dreamy
An angel with the wings on each side of the steps
Your heart would be broken
You must not stumble
Your strength
Weakness
Foolishness
Red blood trails in shining crystal staircase
Leaving behind tears for lost dream
Life consists of realities - longing and harmony
Winnie the Pooh with honey pot
A tidal wave of joy
All the dazzling stars shine brighter than hoped
Walk of life staircase is an art which everyone must learn
But no one can teach you
The staircase of life are not made of shiny crystal
09.03.2014
A-L Andresen :)
- My english is my second language -
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Contest Name: Metaphor: CRYSTAL
Deadline 06/04/2014
(6th in the contest)
We walked home
Hand in hand
You were just a girl
me a boy
pretending to be a man
We held tightly to our nothing
Wrapping it fully within the wanting
Not really knowing
who we were
or what we were needing
So it was so easy
to sink into heavy breathing
Me the innocent boy
you my ingenue
We loved each other for a time
It seemed the right thing to do
You were my cynosure
a crystal blue eyed angel
naked and demure
Tentatively innocent
yet somehow you seemed so sure
I wanted you to unlock my sad lonely
still I kept looking elsewhere for a cure
A panacea
for the missing parts inside of me
So I searched
wanting to see
my sempiternal possibility
Feelings ineffable
I wanted so bad to feel full
Why couldn't I hold onto us
or resist the pull
I was a sad black sheep
searching for virgin wool
I thought maybe
beyond my awkward stammer
in the wider world of glamour
I could be a mellifluous camper
Yet secretly I knew
I was neither lissome or free
Why did I give up the us in we?
Binding myself in a place
I was never meant to be
There in a chatoyant box
locked with a golden key
It would take years
For me to be able to see
What my crystal blue baby
seen inside of me
In the end
knowing I was loveable
is what set the boy free
You showed me
the man I was meant to be!
I completed Silent's ten word challenge.
Were I reduced to stone,
and cracks formed on my face,
my eyes for you alone
would shine with crystal grace.
Written June 13, 2015 by Andrea Dietrich
for the THROUGH YOUR EYES Poetry Contest Contest of nette onclaud
Visual #1/ 21 words/em>
"It's night before it's afternoon.
December is here before it's June."
Crystals had fluttered to the ground
And settled gently all around,
White as moistened quilt of feather
Upon the pale evening's heather...
Bare now after November’s hand
Stripped the fields while tints disband,
Endowing the trees with light finesse
And silver stars of gracefulness.
Casarah Nance 's Dr. Seuss Contest
by nette onclaud
8/16/2015
Fall softly, wee one, here ... fall softly
to your repose, drift the dark like a
feather! You are perfection, defined,
utterly and sublimely unique, your
Nascency like no other! Oh, countless
of your kind - yes, only the stars
themselves can avail your plenitude,
yet so exquisitely 'sui generis'! Fiery,
Brilliant, prismatic, birthed in perfectly
chiseled features ... dancing, soaring,
fanciful, true! You wink at me, flirting
coyly, (as others, but you're mine!) ...
I draw closer with every flutter, clouds
parting just enough for the moon to
peek through, as if they know how
beautiful you are, and how shameful
That such as you should die unseen
in the night ... alone. But alas, it is
my love for you that seals your fate,
and this long, dark, immaculate dance -
Your life's embers and intent - comes
gently to rest in my palm, and there,
in the warmth of my glove, you die ...
silently, tenderly, beautifully perfect ...
Snowflake.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Strand Choice T, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Embers And Snowflakes" Poetry Contest, Anthony Slausen, Judge & Sponsor.
in burial shroud
she wrapped her sensual self
and placed in the tomb
unheard and unseen
tears transformed to crystal shards
For the Tear Tanka Contest
February 8, 2015
Rick Parise Sponsor
Crystal clarity caught in drops
water is pristine and
genteel,
as it gurgles, babbles and plops
flowing over the land
with zeal.
Written March 10, 2015
Purple hues of twilight fall
As crystal raindrops drip from the window sill
A golden oldie is playing down the hall
that fills the heart with a sentimental thrill
Then comes the blackness of the night
With ghastly ghouls and ghostly sights
But in the white light of the dawn
All the dark fears are gone
Red roses glisten with the morning dew
Pink hibiscus welcomes bumble bees too
Morning gives way to a red hot noon
When marmalade butterflies flutter and swoon
As gray clouds in the distance loom
Heavy rains give shades of green a liquid boon
Rain concludes giving rise to the sun's amber glow
Illuminating a plethora of colors that paint the rainbow
Evening brings forth majestic orange sunsets
The golden yellow moon will rise yet
~~
Tears blur my eyes
Wet my cheeks, fall on paper
Cause the ink to run
Like a crystal the tear drops
Glitter
Crystal yes you my dear
You rose of optical circumstance
Brilliantly changing color at every
Glance
You light of relaxation giving energy
to solemn soul
Your petals full in the harmony
Of life
Your three-dimensional beauty
Surpassed only by your love
Understanding and friendship
Friendship,
That immortal bundle of joy
We were friends who fell in love
We are lovers who are friends
What happiness we share
How could I shatter you my dear
My Crystal-Rose
My love my friend
Earl S. Jackson
Apr 1985
Copyright © 2006 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved.