Best Jewelries Poems
It was eleventh day of December,
When heaven sent me a gift.
A precious gem I can treasure,
Until the last breath I take.
Ten years ago I reckon,
A stranger love stole my dream.
A vernal life I still fulfill,
was now written in Petals of Dream.
With no regrets and time to blame,
I embraced the future about to bring.
Tha hardest task that one should take,
a motherhood I've never been prepared..--
Until one morning I felt excruciating pain,
after long three trimesters that we're together,
It's like one whole day of dancing in the fire,
I had my newfound happiness sent by angels.--
Everyone can receive a luxury gifts,
a brilliant jewelries,a roundtrip cruise in earth.
But this gift I have received has a value nothing can replace,
My first ever daughter,Nina Ahyaessa Charlotte was her name.
***HAPPY 10TH birthday to my 1st daughter,Ahye****
Quote:"All art is autobiographical. The pearl is the oyster's autobiography".
Federico Fellini
The Taos Indian crafted jewel,
A necklace strung with jade and some other gems.
Looked so pretty to me, I bought it on the spot,
Presented it to my wife, which she never wore in her life.
Once I asked her, why don’t you wear that necklace?
You would look pretty in it and would arouse some romance.
She looked at me and asked, have you ever judged jewelry?
Whoever wears green stone jewelry, I would rather buy a pearl necklace.
What is so special about pearl necklaces?
Pearl harvesters find only in one percent of oysters,
Its layers of sand, glued in oyster’s glands,
Still women love the bright white lustier of beady pearls.
She is gone for many years, the jade necklace I keep in my heart,
It’s not the value of jewelry, it is what it is sentimentally worth,
She wore pearl and other jewelries, and tried to look her best,
If she had worn my gift necklace, she would have looked her best.
Now I adore her picture on the wall,
With the jewelry she did not like at all,
To me she looks the prettiest doll,
Wearing this precious jade jewel crafted by love.
Everyone calls her ‘bad’
I’ve never seen her sad,
She is vivid on own fad,
For her I am mad!
Her lips are tangerine from beetle stains,
Her fingertips contain henna stains,
Watching her I evaporate my stains.
When she is in pain, it really rains.
She is a dark woman, whom all hates,
She is a taboo, whom they tolerate,
I want to tear up her outer façade.
She wears a coiled “bindi” on her forehead,
She is miles away from being sacred,
Still, she doesn’t deserve this much hatred.
She chews tobacco with areca nuts,
She pops tobacco and cashew nuts,
Everybody hates the way she smacks,
Kohl pencil makes her eyes dark,
Her attitude makes her ever darker,
I hope her “bindi” glows in the dark,
She demolishes all the perks.
For her, I am total jerk.
I love her silver jewelries,
She, herself is a revelry,
I love the sound of her bangles,
I love the way her waist-chain dangles.
She beads traditional woman tattoo on skin,
She doesn’t live in anyone else’s skin.
Her forehead accumulates the power,
She is the solo woman in sun-shower,
She is a mix of sacred and secret,
She is never a taboo,
She is life’s hullabaloo,
She is the hymn of voodoo!!
She's a girl with fashion and passion
Full of life and adventure
She loves her shoes and bags
She loves her custom jewelries
She loves to accessorize her outfits
She loves jumpsuits and long dresses, they shape her taller and flow nicely
She has a passion for nail arts
She loves to paint her own nails
of course to rhyme whatever the season may be
One particular season is her best
... Summer... because she has a passion for the out doors
She loves to fish and ride on her boat
She loves the beach and the ocean
She loves to run and take long walks
She loves to eat summery foods
A chill white wine just tastes better in the summer after a nice long day
And while she's mesmerized with the transition of Fall
She loves to fall back and appreciate
the enchanting beauty Mother Nature display
She loves to go apple picking
She loves to cook and try new recipes daily
Winter is the best for pot roasts and soups
But there's nothing more comforting than sipping on a hot cocoa watching the snow coming down beautifully
Although she's afraid to drive in the snow
But she would love to learn how to ski
She drinks red wine all winter thru spring
It keeps her warm and relaxed
She loves cherries, they're her faves
And while she suffers the spring's allergy
She just love the blooming of flowers, they're the most delicate beautiful things
She's just a girl full of life and adventure
She's all about living the moment
For tomorrow has no promises...
Smile
Akkina R Downing
5-18-17
Colors will always make my life happier,
They also make my whole world brighter
What if there’s no color?
I think, I’ve no life galore
And I cannot make myself much prettier.
So, I’ve got a more fantastic idea,
To show everyone my color-mania
For Monday Luck, I wear red
From my feet to my head
Like a dragon of New Year in China.
Then comes the next day, it’s Tuesday
Keeping aura, I’ve color of sun ray
Yellow dress and jewelries,
They say, I’ve hepatitis
But, I don’t care no matter what they say.
Then comes the third day of the week,
More work are done making me weak
To conceal my exhaustion
Green color shows pretention
That my life and vigor are still at peak.
Thursday comes so perfectly great,
I wear purple , also my favorite
Purple fingernails and lips,
Its on me up to the tips
And I get smiles from whoever I meet.
Friday, the last day of my office work,
On this day, rainbow color over perk
I use multi-colored things,
Feeling of joy they’ll bring
No one says I carry myself like a quirk.
Saturday and Sunday are weekends,
Still, work and activities never end
Two days, I’ll be all in pink
People see me can’t wink
Tickled pink that I look so young my friend.
Sept. 22, 2012
First Place
Contest: Colors
Judged: 10/15/2013
Sponsor: Poetess Skat
In an isolated island where most people are fishermen, life was so hard. One morning near the shore, a genie from a floating lamp appeared before a hundred fishermen and asked each one of them for a wish. Everyone got his chance and had his wish. Ninety-nine fishermen asked for money, clothes, boats, houses, jewelries and other material things. For the one hundredth and last fisherman, he only asked for a tree -- a coconut tree.
Floating lamp, above the surface waves
Fishermen grump, under the water paves
Impossible dreams, in any way unreachable
Imagination streams, in every way achievable.
(Prosebite)
Sheltered in the south of the south,
its culture breathed out the dance of love to the world.
Once established,
as the historic natural park for gigantic dinosaurs
with the earth’s tail attached to its field
and a familiar friend to continental extremities
both in elevations and in the measure of cold and heat.
Even with its tender voice and closed influence
its hands have contributed
to the beautiful jewelries of the globe’s spark.
The first scores of Cristiani’s animation
and pioneering crime’s neck breaker
through the Axe of finger-printing;
also a well watered green yard for cosmetic manipulations
but yet marred with Anorexia and battles of the mind.
So much flowers with few thorns
classify this blessed home with sons like Diego and Lionel.
I don't want to walk in this lane again
I don't want to be bless with no tale
I cover my soul with hatred but my body blossom
Forty three years i am, childless.
Yesterday, i was forty and a child promised
Yet i have no one to send an errand
My pillow watches my tears swing on it
A house wife tears not so good
Mother, i will be coming home, i've failed
Brother, arrange my unlock hut for me
Sister, search for my lost Bangoes and Jewelries
Father, prepare my dowry to be return to them
I have failed in marriage yet blessed at home
Words unsaid hurt more than an injury
Forty three years of barrenness and pains
Sorrow of a house wife seems too painful
My womb had developed the mind of their own
My utensils question my authority
The doors in my home laugh at me in a scornful way
I see the windows always mocking my moves
I want to move but moving becomes impossible
Sorrow of a house wife in forty three years
I hate to be a woman if this what they face
Tell mother i will be coming home he wants me no more
He had defiled our matrimonial bed and the bed want me no more
He is now a monster playing outside with a mistress
My Chi has forsaken me in dawn after dusk
I will be coming mother perhaps your arms will
Cuddle me and make me better like before .
Tell the world i've failed as a woman
But tell not my house hold for they already known
Busy streets and shopping spree.
People were so naive of what gift to give.
Is it fancy bags or jewelries?
A huge toys or high end gadgets?
Everything that's worth and the best.
The best of the worthiest.
Price tags must be prioritized.
Empty pockets were left behind.
The season of hope and joy.
Pandemic consumerism valors.
Who wouldn't be delighted to received,
a gift in a fancy wrapper be achieved.
Christmas day isn't cost a thing.
But the love,peace and contentment,
the most valuable thing we can share.
Spreading love can win world peace.
Enlightened heart meets happiness.
Let's bear in mind that King was born,
To lead the world into salvation.
December 26,2013
Aiyah De Torres
Green
Gnome
Treasure
Under tree
Hiding a secret
Unfolding a revelation
Greed chained magical creature refusing to exit
Expiring embracing a wood chest that contains jewelries and coins robbed to farmers
4-20-2016
What is life without joy and happiness?
what is life without self honour and pride?
Upon this mountain hell i lay every day
Battered and frustrated
A man of sorrow, forsaken
My spirit groans for mercy which failed to come
All is taken away from me including the smallest pin
of what is life without a mother?
painted black and red
I mourn every seconds for that pretty damsel
swifter that the eagle, my heart pounded
Joy whispers sadness in my ears
and tears becomes my friend
In despair i feast and dance sorrowfully
they mock and throw me around like a forbidden coin
men are evil, my spirit moans
Raising my eyes to see my ears
i could tell of their wickedness
my goats, cows and jewelries gone
Hear me evil souls, the nature has its judgment
Once in life, it cometh and it hard to escape
It hard to escape the judgment
look at father native compound
it been taken away by strangers
those who once dance with us
In good fortune and share our breads and barns together
NOw, they are against us in fury
Dare point us in the face and laugh
Hear me old friends, nature has its judgment
The nature has its judgment, beware
In my old age. bitterly i weeps all day
in affliction and harsh labour
my foes had become my masters
the roads to my hut mourns
my compound groans and grieved
None to comfort me, all my friends had betrayed me
All the splendor has departed in the air
this is why i weep and,
my body shivers
My eyes overflow with water
All who pass my way clapped and laughed at me
Enemies open their mouth wide against me
my grieves are many and my heart fainted
i am in torment within, disturbed and distracted
I remembered my wandering and pains
In the dark forest alone
Covered my self with anger
perhaps my father had sinned
And i didn't know and,
we now bore the pains
Getting brad is at my life risk
Because of the sword beneath
look and see our disgrace
Those who pursue us are at our heels
my siblings scattered abroad sorrowfully
No one to caution us and drag us back
Till end i know the earth has it judgments
i shall sing beautifully with joy in other phase of life
when the gate shall open.
ALL RIGHT RESERVED (C) JOHN CHIZOBA VINCENT 2013
FREEDOM (SLAVERY)
Our pride was taken
Our fate was decided
Our lives was meaningless
We suffered for no reason.
We were separated from our families
We were sold like a piece of clothing
We became slaves due to debts,food and servitudes.
We were beaten, starved, whipped and tortured
We wore chains as if it were the Royal jewelries
We were murdered without a second thought.
Our females were raped and molested
To satisfy their sexual urge
We dare not disobey orders
We dare not make our own choices.
We sailed on sea waters day after day
Dying of starvation and malnutrition
Anyone who didn't survive the sailing
was thrown into the sea.
Surviving the voyage was our horror
We were trapped in bondage against our will
Our legs,hands and mouth were in shackles
We lie cupped against one another like spoons.
Our masters were just too cruel to humanity
They hated us with passion
They treated us like we were nothing
Animals were better of than us.
They hated our skin and existence.
We were rode on like horses
Toiling night and day like ants
Having no rest whatsoever
Making us walk naked like a mad human.
But now! The struggle is over
Look at my hands, I'm free!
Free like an eagle soaring high
Free from slavery and captivity.
Yes! Free from the life I didn't choose
Free from the years of punishment
Free from the years of suffering for no cause.
Oh Yes! I'm free!
My worst nightmare is gone!
© Rita Oyewale 08|18
A special space for a special love (Free Verse free style poem)
Let us go to a different world, far from here
Let’s go together, my beloved dear.
Tell me about your world you said so far
where is it, my lover, you wish to whirl, is it to a distant star.
It is a strange place, a wide and open space
far away land, where nobody stays, a wonderful place.
Wherever you go, no matter how strange, please just show,
that place you'll go, I will follow, all I need is to know.
Will you come, my dear, let’s go to so far a bliss
No gold no jewelries, no friends, two of us full of kiss.
I swear and I dare, I will step on all your steps,
Anywhere, without despair, I will apt I will adapt
A wonderful world, not a distant star, it’s a special place
Nobody, just you and me it's a happy and empty space, with grace.
Dr Ko Ko Thein (a) Dr Mya Thein
It’s my first reigning color
dazzling around my dance floor
It brightens my mind and soul
from its most attractive call.
Giving me smiles every morning
that’s sunshine--warm and refreshing
In my garden are great delights
favorite flowers shine so bright!
Just across my garden fence
are golden showers-- so dense
At the gate are big sunflowers
with yellow bells are real stunners!
Come and pick some marigolds,
goldenrods and daffodils, behold!
While gardening, I wear yellow dress
with gold jewelries, no more no less.
Yellow is my new time favorite
Brilliant color, so lovely and sweet
If you take yellow from my outfit
I’ll whine, walk out and finally quit.
sixth of May 2023 3.41pm
Writing Challenge “ Y” Words Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Verified at rhymezone and howmanysyllables.com
112 words
161 syllables
664 characters
Writing Challenge - 'Y 'Words
Contest Judged: 5/10/2023 12:00:00 AM
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Place:HM (up to HM multi-w)
Wealthy he was, but not healthy
Hundred of wives he had in his days
One thousand concubines he chased
Diamond and gold he bought to himself
To his wives, kids, and friends he bought jewelries
Of all time cars and mansions he purchased
All these he had except but two little things
To the stature he had he couldn’t add a cubit
To his days on earth he couldn’t add a length