Best Gem Poems
My black is majestic my black is smooth
Even when I was banished from public pool
Even if I was portrayed black face fool
I was a raven flying above you.
I am much more than kinky hair
Thick thighs brown eyes and ebony stare
I am the truth if you want or dare
Take my hand and I’ll take you there.
Black is deeper than had been enslaved
Nothing weaker than to steal me away
From my history where I am great
From times mystery of healing faith
October 17th we celebrate
All black poets on black poetry day
You don’t have to know it that you are a poem
written by spirit, fruit of the loin strong.
Most of us poets are not well known
In our hearts we find gem stone home
For literacy and for fuchsia full blown
Purple royal words we call our own.
I gather up each word, each thrown away,
putting my poetry back together;
words "thrown" to wither and decay,
this garbage- I love forever.
My poems called worthless,
my poems so breathless;
poems never- wordless,
making a gem out of garbage;
is my endeavor.
My pen will bleed with my dark surrender,
writing my poems like a rose bouquet;
praying this sad pain will leave someday,
I gather up each word, each thrown away;
and weep- making a gem out of garbage.
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July 25, 2016
Poetry/Rhyme/"Making A Gem Our Of Garbage
Copyright Protected, ID 16-811-416-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Create An Idiom
sponsor, Jessie Day
First Place
the line to his heart
intricate and delicate
a jewel I found...
As precious stones are hidden and entwined
in minerals of ordinary worth,
they must be found, professionally mined
from common, rocky layers of the earth.
Extracted, polished, cut- they'll stand apart
as valued gems. Neglected, they will share
in earth's destructive force- erosion's art-
dissolve away with nature's wear and tear.
Oh God, you are both Mine and Miner; strip
this soul embedded in your work of clay,
and let your tools of grace and fellowship
preserve the gem of Love from life's decay.
Cut many facets that reflect and show-
the worth of gem and Miner in its glow.
November 13, 2014
She is Pacific ocean
Tranquil from outside
tumultuous from with in
Shallow it seems from the surface
But deep, very deep it decends
And what things it carry inside
Lively Coral reefs
And Volcanoes
Ready to errupt...
A world that can never be uncovered...
She is a cloud
Floating on air waves
Struggling to find a place
Where it will shower all of its gems
And those won't go wasted
But will reborn the dead soil
And the sleepy seeds
So precious, so full of potentials...!
She is a butterfly
With the heart of an eagle
Standing like a mountain
Against the Tsunamis
That rise when stones are thrown in the sea
Fragile yet very strong...
Emotional but Taciturn...
She is a moon
Having different phases
Which come out to roam every night
To enlight the valleys
To listen to the untold stories
And go back in morning to burry them....
She is light, she is beauty
A food for thought, a key to imaginations
And yes she is a flower
Scared of taking her hands of her face
For she will be cut, put in vase and eventually thrown away
Fate has this in store for flowers
She is but she is not
She exists but she does not
Like stars on a full moon night
She is there, and she is not!
She exists yet she does not...!!
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~Paghunda Zahid
Placed 01 in Brian's J. Select any form any theme poetry contest
Placed upon one's head a crowing glory
sparkling jewel destiny
a soul's song to the heart
Blank, silent sight, fretted the gods,
Nowhere in the horizon, a living thing abides;
Handfuls of soil, they carry in the air,
Poured as seeds ‘till a haven molds there.
Land of the Morning, Pearl of the Orient,
So called the Philippines, the name I am sent;
Seated in the east where the sun is dawning
Pride of the Pacific, as a lady ever shining.
Unlimited riches stretch beyond sight,
Vast oceans, boundless forests, plains are wide;
Flora and fauna of diversified species,
Plants, animals in a variety of faces.
Wet and dry – the nation goes through;
Brown and green – the Chocolate hills dress up too.
Her angry volcanoes constitute the ring; and typhoons, the belt;
A geographical fashion of calamity been made.
What makes her stunning that colors adore such?
Not her beauty, not Boracay, not that much…
But her people, the Filipinos, the key, the answer
Unlocking a treasure – a gem over waters.
Scaling the skies and beauty of her wonder world
A fairy saw a sparkling thing down in a valley
Intrigued she flew up to it
Mesmerized she was, when she saw it
A big ,sparkling ,blue gem with lustrous shine
Thrilled by its luster ,she touched it
And woof!!!
Her magic wand disappeared
She lost her wings and all her powers
In desperation ,she touched it again and again
But to no avail
Disheartened she walked up to the nearby brook
With her head in her lap ,she started crying
Suddenly she heard a soothing music
The music of rumbling, ruffling brook
Freshly scented spring air wiped her tears
Dusky splendid skies brought her smile back
A new world was unfolding before her
Elated she was, when she walked on the dewy grass
Her eyes shone, when she saw a small pink flower, growing under a rock
Her heart skipped a beat when she touched the bark of the tree
Intoxicated by this beauty, she wandered around
And unknowingly reached back to the vicinity of the blue gem
On seeing it again ,she felt that it’s beauty had increased
Again mesmerized by its luster, she touched the gem
This time with an enlightened heart and a beautiful mind
And woof!!!
Her magic wand reappeared
Her wings and powers restored
Since night was befalling on her
She with an elated heart ,flew hastily up to her abode
Resting on her couch ,she felt something stuck to her feet
It was the fresh dewy grass
Holding the grass blade in her hand
She smiled ,as she knew
She had learned a lesson that day
Had seen a new world, a world beyond her magic
and had learned to keep her feet grounded….
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Mama sang while cleaning the house
Friends noticed her melodic voice
Outside, she hid behind her spouse
When he played the sax, she’d rejoice
The church choir was seeking talent
Her soft voice touched a man nearby
So to the choir master he went,
“It’s Wanda you need, but she’s shy”
Soon, at the instructed moment,
Choir members stopped singing mid-song
But mom continued, on she went
Exposing a voice hidden too long
Embarrassed, she stopped singing then
Her talent already revealed
The priest asked her to sing again
A rare gem no longer concealed
By Christmas she took center stage
A soprano singing Christ’s praise
Her shyness was now disengaged
Winning hearts with every phrase
No longer did she sing alone
Wanda’s sweet voice had won acclaim
Her confidence had finally grown
When she received well-deserved fame
*True event
Written June 16, 2014
Dazzling like a sparkling green diamond
Eyes lit up when I opened the velvet box!
My birthstone for Aquarius is garnet
Almandine is most common form with a rich red colour
Not for me -I wanted something more unusual
The jeweler had to order it in especially for me
Of course it came with a very hefty price tag!
It is called the 'star of garnets' as its name means diamond like
Demantoid is a particularly rare form of the garnet gemstone
A Gem for your verse
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire
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Many moons ago
your starlit beautiful
the day of birth dreams began
Circling true warm dust
was cast into the wake
of wishes floating sparks hot
Burning arrow head
fires destinies spark
igniting winks hope is born
You came in a dark
nightlight crystal clear cut
dressed satin white holding flames
Finding a peace of heaven
inside a breathless whisper
sighs love unconditional
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A wretched bond which all my life had borne
My sin I love and own, alas owns me
Deceitful heart that love these chains and thorns
Unsacred ties that binds, how may I flee?
Then suddenly at dawn my dungeon breaks
Fresh wounds I see on pierced hands stretched down
From darkness he my poor, dead soul did take
That from my temples fell sin’s hollow crown.
Down deep within the chambers of my soul
From my disgraceful state, a prize he found
Like lovely gem that turned from darkest coal
A true desire to praise with sweetest sound
Much rather would I from some good retreat
Till sin is bitter, Christ will not be sweet
A dinosaur,
said he saw,
the seashore,
but he wasn't sure
what the sea was for.
A butterfly,
said he saw the sky,
but he didn't know why,
the sky was so high.
A humble turtle,
fumbled over a hurdle,
but being a turtle,
it didn't hurt at all.
A fat cat sat on a mat
after eating a rat.
I picked up a pen,
at ten past ten,
and robbed you of time
with this gem of mine.
8/09/2018
I see the shadows soft inside starlight
beauty illuminates one queen true
deep within the bones it dwells ashes
a drunken spirit's kiss lives hot fire
Burns ultra violet turns blue heaven's
colours of amazing grace's promise
white dove you fly deeply inside pure
rose you bleed into heartbeats crimson love
Crowning of the temple angelic gift
dawn awakening within jewels
blinding beautiful I am held
captivated by a vision of you
I am the gem that’s as green as the sea
said to be symbolic of purity
I maybe pure as sparkling crystalline
clear to peer through if one should intertwine.
Also found in blue, yellow, pink and red
with sacred properties the bible said
Able to ease pain and anxiety
peace will surround someone if wearing me.
Wear me on a fine chain around your neck
or on your wrist in a lovely bracelet
Wear me anyway that you would care to
there is no one else to please, only you.
Shade of wheels in Ezekiel's vision
and the twinkling of starlight emission.