Best 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!”
"A Broken Demo"
In a desperate cry for help
She hires every jeweler
A cheap sheep crying, Wolf!
Using old repeating politic
utilizing lies * manipulation
To cover the Glass Paste on her face
Diamond-like - Stonecold and Crooked!
Her true shape -- unveiled -- predictable
A Thief Among The Mines
In a world where certainties are few---
Promises! Promises!
A shallow cut - with high class
no shape --- no spark, a dark mass
Smashing success when opportunity hits
The worst gem in disguise
The diamonds in her eyes -- gone -- expired
If you look, you will see
A twisted reflection in her evil grin
A sinister smile -- waiting to win
Her Vice - a victim --- her puppet
blind * believing her lies
Cutting light performance -
-Without realizing most see past her history
We the people are more than a cubic step
Lighting the madness of her soul
Just remember, every day she sits on her pedestal
Without a twinkle --- she stares into the night
Knowing nothing she stands for is right
Innovation - incomplete
A man-made she-demon trying to wear white
Like the swan, dying every night
She refused to hear the trumpet play
A new moon soon will open our eyes
EXPOSED --- Diamond CUT
Hillary Will Not Be President
#The Poet Destroyer
A dead star that inspired this poem--the companion of the star 55 Cancri, in the constellation of Cancer the Crab--has now shrunk to only about twice the size of earth yet is extraordinarily massive, leading astronomers to conclude that its surface and outer crust consist entirely of diamond.
In slumber now and thence to dream
of space-time’s stirred and curving sweep,
where stellar furies set agleam
the velvet thrall of endless deep.
Here among a billion suns,
solo Klieg cued nascent spark.
Ensuing life o'er an eon runs
ere treading path of torpid dark.
Adorned in crystal, its bequest—
fusion’s fire did else abate—
bejeweled then, this orb compressed,
now fields of diamonds lie and wait.
Yet perish need to search the endless skies—
diamonds sparkle here in lovely eyes.
Golden days and diamond nights
Another rising sun...
new days begun...new days begun
We're basking in love's rays...
in golden days...in golden days
Bridge 1
Spending the best days of our lives
in golden days and diamond nights
Chorus
These are the days for growing old
our yesterdays were bought and sold
Silver days are turning into gold, and
Sapphire skies... slip into... diamond nights
The years they went so fast...
days of glass...days of glass
The sky was painted grey...
days of clay...days of clay
Bridge 2
The hands of time, have been kind,
but sometimes...
the wind blows cold..the wind blows cold
Chorus
These are the days for growing old
our yesterdays were bought and sold
Silver days are turning into gold, and
Sapphire skies... slip into... diamond nights
Another rising sun...
new days begun...new days begun
We're basking in love's rays...
in golden days...in golden days
Bridge 1
Spending the best days of our lives
in golden days and diamond nights
Chorus
These are the days for growing old
our yesterdays were bought and sold
Silver days are turning into gold, and
Sapphire skies... slip into... diamond nights
repeat chorus fade
John Derek Hamilton
March 25,2018
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
French trader Tavernier in a greed-inspired way
Glared at an idol of a temple in Mandalay
Prying a gem from its eye socket, a curse prevailed
Tavernier died bankrupt soon after making the sale
Louis XIV bought the stone, 1668
A gift to his mistress, Louis had it cut heart-shape
For dabbling in Black Magic, this madam was burned
A century passed with the curse’s power unlearned
The diamond was then bestowed on Marie Antoinette
For wearing it with boastful pride, Marie lost her head
She lost respect from the commoners of her nation
This gem has since been linked to the French Revolution
Cut far smaller, the gem resurfaced, 1830
When a London banker bought the rock of infamy
Henry Thomas Hope survived; the curse appeared to break
For 70 years the Hope Diamond’s wrath lay in state
A Hope heir’s marriage collapsed; his wife evoked the curse
As she foretold, subsequent owners’ fates would be worse
French broker Jacques Colot went mad, suicide his road
Sultan “Abdul the Damned,” insane after being deposed
Then to an American the Hope Diamond was sold
Washington Post owner Maclean watched horrors unfold
Other household members died, but it was Maclean’s son
Ten years old, struck by a car, his Dad’s mind came undone
Ultra-light ray tests caused the mystery diamond to glow
With safety in mind, Hope’s eerie stone found a new home
It remained locked on display in the Smithsonian
Could it be to blame for all that’s wrong in Washington?
Tragedy also tied to raiders of King Tut’s tomb
Perhaps lessons can be gleaned from those who met their doom
Robbing temples, burial sites, outcomes always bad
Greedy souls’ quests for wealth can leave them totally mad
So don’t expect me to purchase a diamond in the rough
Considering this gem’s history, a sandstone’s quite enough
“I will soothe you and heal you,
I will bring you roses.
I too have been covered with thorns.”
Rumi
When the whole world,
behaved like her enemy,
a homeless heart was buried
in a private place so deep -
out of sight and out of reach.
Each time her emotions were breached,
her metaphorical spade dug darker and deeper -
her shield against shallow predators.
A mind scattered like shells lost in the sea,
yearning for calm waves to offer a sanctuary.
Fate led to the doorstep of her heart's pulse,
each vibration connecting two throbbing souls.
Beyond her make believe veil,
I saw an enchanted magic in her eyes,
celestial candlelight flickering so bright.
A secret smile that could melt hardened hearts,
through luscious lips reserved for special ones.
Although skeptical of words,
there was a desire to bathe
her in beautiful poetry,
caress her sun deprived skin,
stroke the strands of her hair -
silently moisturising her wounds.
Delving into the depth of her persona,
without touch, I felt her so close;
scattered, conflicted, but determined,
bruised, battered, scarred, but not bitter -
flawed, fragile, but compassionately fabulous.
A diamond left to rust, one desired to shine.
A wounded soul with razor sharp thorns,
reminding me of Rumi's desire to heal and soothe.
Simple Musing
Silent One
14 October 2020
Upside Down Teardrops Falling Gently
Upside down teardrops falling gently onto a magical mirror
as crystal chandeliers of soft light filters through reflecting
a treasure of pearls that speak to a thousand bounties paid,
whilst a sanding of polished memories stone cut a diamond,
at once, that’s truly regal once upon a time in a deep dream
that shows inside a mystical castle embodied around a circle
that splits into a quarter wherein four cells hangs a real picture
of truest beauty and love that bathes inside the ocean’s breath
and sighs, whilst murmuring your name and speaking of the tides
lost at sea, whereby all of us, at the end now, shall become sacred
sailors who must freely seek out and fulfill our own human destiny.
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
August 20, 2021 (Free Verse)
On the night of a cold moon's glare
golden ring around frozen particles kiss
your beam over and back carries one torch
Desires delight dances in kaleidoscopic diamonds
warm once more my heart with treasured warmth
in dreams of jewelled passion we drink from star's cup
Faraway wonder of this universe
circle of never ending hope dancing life's shadow
starry eyed reflections over sea's touch
Oh truth of truth your radiance comes once again
within an eclipse of desire we dance in Heaven
dreaming within your peaceful stars of glory that shine
A Collaboration
By,
Liam Macdaibheid.
&
Michael P Clarke.
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
Bones
Pale, chalky
Hating, stalking, gripping
Skull, skeleton, Jack-O-Lantern, candle
Humbling, pleasing, comforting
Orange, hollow
Pumpkin
Russell Sivey
Diversity shines its light upon wisdom; it’s a sage sharing both world and eternity’s knowledge. While cultures are facet of this diamond sage; each other displays knowledge; old and new building on the eternal book of wisdom; it must not be negated.
Millennia old worlds raise children of many colors, species, shapes and sizes; the gifts given to them by God are never exclusive to them but, to be shared by all. When we teach one another, our wisdom and ways, we are sharing the gifts of diversity.
What humans learn and share with one another, is yet another facet but, the same holds true for diversity of species. We learn the value of play; respite from the daily grind; from cats and from dogs; even the tiny ants loyalty. The value of preparation for harder times from squirrels and that size doesn’t matter; from the elephants. Work ethic from the horses; endurance from the camels.
From the trees, we learn to not stand alone; together we are much stronger, when weathering life’s storms. From the flowers, we learn of beauty and that we’re all vulnerable to loss. But, it’s the human species that’s capable of sharing the most.
Human imagination, creativity, ingenuity and fortitude; ensures that we are survivors in our world. Cultural diversity enhances our lives’; it’s how we play, rest, appreciate and celebrate our very existence. It’s the magical catalyst to a potential utopia.
Failure to open our eyes ears and hearts; obliterates the magic. As the beavers teach us; we must work together, to achieve that utopian end; that last facet on a perfect diamond; diversity’s light.
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
The flower still stood in the midst of the storm;
its petals still fresh and divinely clasped together.
The winds and rains couldn't stop buds to blossom,
though being in a hostile weather.
It was a plant brought down from the heavens by divinity,
to proof the existence of manifestation of invisible invincibility.
We all have the flower deep within;
it is waiting to glow like the Sun.....
A predawn hike with flashlights to the top of
Diamond Head, a little less than a mile
In and out of lava formation to
An elevation of about 600 feet...
My anticipation fades to concentration
On keeping pace and breathing.
Nearing the top, adrenalin meets excitement.
Dark of night clears to soft daylight. I
Hear the words, "Rarely have we seen..."
Echo. From the colorless world of
Addiction to this vast brilliant and vivid
Display of sunrise is humbling. A
Soft breeze seems to push pillow clouds
Under an azure cover, carrying re-
Newed hope from our sunrise meeting for
Recovery into this breathtaking world...
Into this day... to possibly help someone
Suffering. For today and this experience, I am
Eternally grateful.
July 21, 2018
*"Rarely have we seen..." from Alcoholics Anonymous Literature, 'How It Works'.
August 2, 2018 - Dusk or Dawn Contest by Emile Pinet
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