Best Jewels Poems
"The days are jewels, keep them with care". Jackie Kennedy
Aquamarine were summers with siblings
beneath skies of blue riding bikes or swimming.
Days of emerald too were times we spent outside -
barefoot on our lawn, badminton rackets in hand.
We’d stroll past Grandpa’s cornfield down the country lane
searching for raspberries to pluck.
Such awesome times of jade were games we played outside.
Rose quartz I collected as romantic daydreams.
Stories I read in books (depending on their plot)
glittered like gems of amethyst or citrine.
Pearls were winter weekends spent sledding or skating
but diamonds were holidays with family.
Opal’s shifting colors were my school days.
Slumber parties glistened an iridescent pink.
With my sisters I'd talk into black onyx nights
and chase summer’s fireflies that shimmered peridot.
Most fondly of all do I recall first love.
Red ruby’s passion set my heart aglow.
No other memories have shone more brightly than
the precious jewels of my youth.
where *Sharia reigns
women are precious jewels
hide them from the world
let no other man behold
the diamond that you possess
guard that precious gem
her ovaries will get hurt
if she drives a car
yet Sharia will permit
your woman to be chauffeured
letting jewels drive
could lead to prostitution
yet young gems are mined
and driven to Syria
Al-Queda’s ruby pleasures
dancing in the rain
two Pakistani sisters
shame their family
honor killings rained bullets
on pearls that smile on YouTube
where education
is horribly unbalanced
Jihad goes crazy
a gem shot by fanatics
receives the Nobel Peace Prize
For Richard Lamoureux's Let's Talk About It Poetry Contest
*Sharia (Islam) the body of canonical law based on the Koran that lays down certain duties and penalties for Muslims
a five- tanka series done in traditional syllable count. (Well, I hope at least a few of them are decent tanka!)
Inspired by and Written 7/17/2015 for the Patriarchy Contest of Thomas Martin
To see the short dance of the Pakistani girls killed to save family "honor", please click on my link at the top.
We dared meet
in clandestine disguise
behind an overlay of water
Secreted
from watchful eyes peering
amid crystalline dancing droplets
Our first kiss
concealed from lurking eyes
extracting jewels of youthful joy
Rainbow arks,
captured floating crowning’s,
appearing and captivating gems
©Debra Squyres
10/31/14
For Member Contest: “Some Form of Crystalline”
Sponsored by: Nette OnCloude
Form: Parallelogram de Crystalline created by Karan Naidu
Queen smiles, watching court jesters
parade in costume jewels
upon revolving stage
living delusions
~*~
Note: For John Freeman's "Dodiostu" Humor Contest
Pondering on a new day, the sun appear
fluffy white clouds combined with cerulean lines,
the mesmerizing panorama brings cheer
an addition to Mother Nature’s designs
pink carnations pirouette in the wind
every detail uniquely intertwined
a blessed display for my eyes to observe
jewels of nature we ought to preserve…
© All Rights Reserved
When fearful voices in the night began to cry,
Roaring from countless dreams behind the scream,
Dribbled eyes gazing into darkness at the vast sky,
This darksome turn, down into a wet pool of frown.
Perhaps the living of everyday hurts so much
Being stuck in this world always fooling around,
Dredged with pain and despair of being watch,
Drowning with whatever pleasure can be found.
But I feel far away from the depressed bridge
Hearing echoes of merry din sounds in the distance,
Lapping floating charge, cleared and cheered the barge.
Sent in the midst, to bring glorious untwist deliverance.
Into space where stars reside in overwhelming glory,
There is only thing in life more radiant and beautiful
As the reflections beaming from an infinite galaxy,
It is a sultry truth that slides down far into our soul.
The jewels of love shines brightest in the human heart,
With universal temptations from acres of diamonds,
Shining brightly in the vast atmosphere of perfect light
Filling all the void of emptiness with unique demands.
Let love break down the walls that surround the region,
With the Eternal Light selected source of happiness,
And move belief to fill our days with deeper expectation,
By discovering love, the smoothest jewel of bliss.
Devotion Poem, Paradise.
(For Jim)
Dare I say —
We feel marvelously sculpted to fit,
Our hugs mold their moments
Into wishing to last forever.
Dare I say — my silent hopes
Rise into the liquid
Moonlit blue above our kisses,
Wanting to make millions of dozens.
Dare I tell the truth of how
My heart speaks out to you
Whenever we separate? That somehow
Physics moves you into two: to the elsewhere
You travel,yet still always here by me.
Dare I utter the new quantum rules of love?
How starlit galaxies hide in your eyes
To all except for me. How our waltz moves on
Through the juggled dimensions we cling to.
May I sing for others what our hearts
Keep in whispers? How to sense paradise
In the gift of your devoted spirit
Always awaiting close, holding the secret
Blessings of divine starlight in your pockets.
Dare I share the jewels of this love,
That they may be found and more easily kept? Or,
Might the vast variations of paradise await
Their own finding and defining, like rainbows
With their hidden treasures.
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(c) sally young eslinger 8/22-25/22
See my blog Address of Poetry:New Vistas, going up now, about the hard days that lead to the write of this truly moving poem. Thank you, and happy to be back after weeks away.—————————————————
Warning Words from My Soul ***
There is an ocean: un-named,
un-explored;
Where whales and dolphins swim
un-threatened.
Cruise ships never touch her waves
or harbors, unable to venture the
crossing.
Sunshine will not reveal her,
But by moonlight her peaks glisten
In remembrance
Of every human eye cast upon her.
Selah…
She is one of Earth’s jewels.
Her secrets stay sunken.
Deep. Deep and lost.
There are no maps for treasure
seekers.
History has no note of her.
Turn if you see her. Turn!
And do not listen
To the lulling rhythm of her waves.
Do not lie on the clean, warm sand.
Do not think you’ll find any rest
Or peace beside that beauty.
Flee! Fast!
Wake your being,
Shouting for Christ!
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(c) sally young Eslinger 6/2021
Thanks be to God
Wind
whistles
tempting tune,
on air-swept wings
beguiled birds soar high
to seamless sapphire sky
with the fleet of cotton clouds,
design changing silk shapes adrift.
Art shifts on curved canvas of cobalt,
flows as a freedom form with rhythmic joy.
I’m swept by rapture wave surge of nature,
swaying me on swells of solitude,
resounds the music of silence
in pristine precinct of peace
that suffuses my soul.
Lured, I look at sky,
my mind adorns
jewels of
divine
bliss.
By Poet "Great memories are the best kind to have but some memories bring a waterfall of tears."
all little girls like to play dress up
mom had great hats, bags and pearls
her pretty white pearl necklace was long
around my neck
hitting my knees
her floppy hats were very colorful
the big red one almost covered my face
bringing out my pink rose blush tiny cheeks
I loved her big colorful bags
some with straps some with metal chains
playing for hours made me all grown up
at the time I did not know value
of this costume pretty white pearl necklace
a few dollars when new
years later I found them
new she only paid a few dollars
now all these years later I found them
where she left them sitting in an old box
the precious jewels I played with for hours
now with meaning more than if they were real pearls
April has been called the cruelest month,
and that may well be so.
But sadder by far is October--
ask any tree, for they all know.
October glides in wearing many jewels
bathing dying gardens in warm glows.
Their gold and ruby and amber hues
perform the quintessential Autumn show.
But then, as if one, leaves begin to fall
like tears on an old oak's face.
The red and gold they flaunted so
become Winter's rental space.
Barren branches stretch their limbs
in supplication to the skies.
They ask, if possible, for bluest skies
and snowy lace to wear as a disguise.
Before long, the garden's colorful riot
has faded to browns and greys.
Bushes huddle together knowing
Winter will soon have its shivering ways.
So like ourselves, when our once bushy heads
become sprinkled with Winter white
We exclaim, who's the person looking at us
in the mirror? Must have crept in overnight!
Our arms, once strong and tanned by the sun,
voices rich with our songs not all sung.
The beauty we once thought rightfully ours'
now graces only the young.
Sometimes change doesn't appear good,
the trees would understand.
We miss the long walks with confident strides;
trees wish for greenery on demand.
We've weathered seasons, along with the trees,
but days now go too fast.
Soon, we too will hear Winter's song,
and we'll cry, Summer, why couldn't you last?
"J" With Four Options 7-30-25
Family and friends are God given the treasures to our hearts – the precious jewels that adorn our lives. Quote by poet.
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The Precious Jewels
Companions on my journey precious jewels
Each a treasure in my heart
When I grow weary their ruby strength
Leads me rest in lush valleys
Where peridot sparkle
Chases the ebony of night
Into topaz silence
Like faithful dragonflies
With soothing balms in amethyst visions
Like emerald leaves of my youth
They whisper of turquoise skies W
When days had no wrinkles
Dispelling tears of cloudy occlusions
With diamond purity of carved onyx
Remembering each one engraved in the facets
As I gather precious pearls of our memories
From morning moonstones and garnet twilights
Into a diadem
Of good and faithful friends and family
Gifts from a king without a birthday
The morning sun peeked over the horizon
Bringing in the start of yet another new day
The snow glistened with sparkling whiteness
As the sun's rays picked up shining crystal prisms
Sparkling tree branches clung with droplets of snow
Looking decorated resembling frozen snow diamonds
Twinkling as the sun rays caught the tender flakes
The trees all sparkling decorated by mother nature
As the sun rose higher and temperature warmed
The diamond remnants dissipated all to soon.
11/01/14
Jewels of Africa.
The saffron Queen spins the lilac sky,
her rays flick crimson cinders into Royal Blue Oceans.
Submerge, sizzle, frizzle...going, going, gone! ...But Not.
Cumulus clouds drizzle pepper fog over pink Flamingos, homeward bound.
Tea-green Botswana bush,
teeny, tiny Hummingbirds hover over brink-pink Balsams,
feast on elixir of nectar.
Royal Albatross rides the last whip of wind.
Sulking Stork swoops through veiled mists above marshy meadow ponds.
Sword sunbeams lash chrome, coppery twilight.
Mooned dusks, a violet cape cloaks bathing blooms.
Nightscape sky sparks, preparing morning’s thin blue...aurora hue.
Camouflaged branches stretch, tickle studded clouds
as ribboned roots cling to crevice homes.
A spook- silver ring appears from nowhere, pearling ripples aluminium.
Beams spill across the sea like lines of glittering fire.
Ethiopian wolves howl composed solos,
phantom echoes shudder Tarantula’s lair
as Flax Lily spurts scent...Frankincense and Lime.
Sultry Savannah’s secrets passed on by rhythmic lip-smacking Baboons,
cracking jokes in the knitted canopy,
teasing and tickling clowning Hyena’s below as
a blinkered platoon of Jet Wood Ants march to their Majesty.
Dawn draws indigo voiles over Nephthys, Goddess of Night
slashes of Sunrise surge shadows as the Bush Lark spangles jewels in the air.
The Alize wind dies in respect to heavenly panorama...
Mountains reflected, seen to be varnished into still, smalt-blue sea.
jewels dance about
bright Autumn spirals downward
into deep dark heaps
© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
Wausau, Wisconsin USA
October 11, 2011