Best Moonstone Poems
The whispers of diamonds and moonstone,
Starlight’s infusion of butterfly wings.
Flutter of lady’s eyelashes in Spring.
Lullaby murmuring - Jane’s not alone.
Sweet puff of air, rustle of lilting voice.
The whispers of diamonds and moonstone,
Shuffle from ear to ear, play telephone.
Host’s sunrise hair - the inkling day’s rejoice.
Sotto voce of floating flutes. Daydream
Of droplets barely spritzing window-zone.
The whispers of diamonds and moonstone,
Reflection of lone eyes, glimmering stream.
Undertone of Autumnal leaves, strewn, sown.
Olive, lemon, plum - radiant and hushed.
Silent lips of a second chance, not rushed -
The whispers of diamonds and moonstone,
7/17/2021
Whispers
Sponsor: John Lawless
*HMS used - 10 syllables per line with two exceptions -
diamonds (2 syllables instead of my variant 3 syllables)
Sotto Voce (3 syllables. Should be 4)
As darkness descended on our valley -
deleting purple and violet from the sky -
my beloved and I lay upon a blanket
soon gazing at myriads of twinkling stars
that pulsed their pearlescent shine as if to music.
Goddess Luna showed herself full-faced -
lovely, round and luminescent.
Immersing us in summer’s nocturnal sounds,
a chorus of katydids and crickets
were singing to their mates with chirps and trills.
My love declared that nature was crooning
a melody just for me!
Then playfully he said he wished
to snatch some stars down from the sky.
He’d string them together,
fashioning them into a pretty necklace
that would sparkle against my alabaster skin.
He looked up at the moon then,
teasing me again with his sweet words -
that if he could, he’d capture moonbeams
and press them into a stone
that shone as brightly as
my eyes were glowing that precious night.
That gem he would set inside a silver ring.
Serenading me, he’d place it on my hand.
I would be the Goddess Luna, and forever
we would radiate our love for each other -
resplendent like the shining moonstone on my finger,
and together we would reign
with me beside him as his gleaming queen.
Written: November 10, 2024 For Contest Sponsored by: Ink Empress
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Homeric moonstone sparkles at night.
a glowing globe of gleam amid galaxies,
Its shimmering shafts as flowing fantasies,
gliding glimmering, giddy waves of a wild ocean.
Glowing gaze glances into the gorgeous,
glistening sapphire depths,
where wild winds whirl, a wondrous waltz awakens—
ruby glistens amid the thunderclap.
amethyst whispers in the misty screams.
Hearken: harmonious hymns hover in heavens
colorful loops of capturing emerald and turquoise
every hue is a harmony in a mariner’s melody
each ebbing essence echoes magical epics of yore.
The fracas outside fades
as nature’s narratives naturally navigate—
dense drapery, like drowsy dividers
drawbacks divulge a heart displayed delicately.
Moonbeams meander over majestic mountains
limestone and obsidian, luscious layers lost
while wordsmiths weave wondrous words,
In a cascade of captivating couplets,
that shimmer and crumble.
Do you hear the sirens sing?
a chorus of longing from the depths
they call to hearts heavy like stone
yet light as ashes caught in the smoke.
We walk where men have trodden,
tracing footsteps worn soft by time,
with wonder in every glance, every sigh,
painted worlds vibrate in the very air.
So, step into this symphony of starlit spells.
a captivating collection of contrasting senses—
where dazzling diamonds dance delightfully
and the fierce fight for fervent fantasies flows with the tide.
Out here beneath the blackened blanket of night,
Elysium eagerly awaits our embrace—
a splendid symphony, and you
the softest serenade nestled in its depths.
It's a place, beneath
dark sky island which
I created just for me.
A piece of eternity far
away from clouds, stars
or land.
To get there all I need is to
meditate, breathe deeply, place on my heart, these poetic hands.
Shaped like a moonstone dome, the home is, and I
am free.
It has a huge window
where I can observe sea
life in awe and in wonder.
There is the fireplace with
its amber glows, which warms
my body and soul.
Here, there is no frantic
search to reach goals.
Candles are lit, I have my
sheepskin cover, to lie down
upon or to get under.
I lie there in awe,and such
fulfilling peace.
There are no electronics there, but I can smell the
sea's refreshing air.
And can go back in time,
and relive moments, fair.
Complete, intact, as they were, with no surcease.
I don't need a movie or
music to reach that space.
It's the healing powers of waves and myriad fish at
the window.
That makes my consciousness rise to
a glistening crescendo.
And touch all those
moments that time can
never erase.
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A glorious glow
reminiscent of moonlight
Translucent in wite
bluish and shiny silver
Special gloss and smooth texture
Moonstone on a chain, as I follow my gaze
into your soundless, opaque world,
I stroll about, peering through your milky mist,
striving to comprehend.
Inside your small body, the landscape is timeless and immense,
which makes sense,
given the beguiling round orb that is your namesake.
You were here long before I, or even mankind, existed,
and you will be here long after,
and, as the moon rules over the night, the heart's domain,
you grace the breast of one that organ beats within.
So, eternal one, don't you have some wisdom to impart?
The woman whose exquisite neck you adorn
is also like Luna,
as she waxes and wanes, and disappears,
only to appear again.
Silent gemstone that you are,
I long in vain to hear you speak to me or sing your melody,
so, that I might finally fathom your depths,
as if then I'll understand her,
and know what, perhaps I was never meant to know,
and which I must now, no longer a fervent youth, accept.
She will never be mine,
but I will always love her.
Alas~she lost her moonstone ring!
Wore it daily and to her,as important
as breathing.
She dreamt, it had a life of its own
and went, one day, in search of its own
lover-soul stone.
Yes, she understood it's sudden disappearance!
It was a mirror of own her long search for love.
Then one, warm, California night....
Love made its own starry night appearance.
Her heart now is moonstone bright.
Opalescent, emanating both love and light!
July 15, 2019
4pm PST
Moonstone eyes hardened by life
Full of fight despite tears you cry
You see hate when we see faith
Your time will come be not afraid
Look inside and see destiny
Look outside and find peace
In the storms raging seas
Walk through thick and deep
Cloudy times from evil winds
Know that in time we all sin
Some lessons learned not easy to grow
Be of good faith for God is in control
Deep inside the soulish blue,
Moonstone shines,
Secrets held from ancient times,
Strange connections,
Locked between the pearly veil.
Mysteries powers,
Create rhythmic tides,
Connecting the blue stone
With the moon,
Stilling and calming
Protection from oceans wide,
Beliefs in its preciousness,
Bright blue color of the skies
Romances first love,
Looking into her eyes,
Reflect the inner life,
Sleeping through dead of night,
Moving into unseen realms
Dreaming dreams,
Secrets of the universe,
Emotions of the blue,
Fetching hope,
Life and lessons,
Dancers with artistic expressions,
Healing from depression,
Moonstone positiveness
All in the balance.
Growth and strength,
Full of passion.
28/01/2017
Wendy Jae
A translucent bluish-white mineral with a mysterious sheen
I hear them rustling behind heaven's plisse,
fabric seersucker curtains, opaque but unlaced
One breath and suddenly
I'm a teleported being
letting go of all faculties and senses;
A prayer on the lips searching for everlasting hope.
These precious substances of color and charm
both calm and confident, ignite the soul
and usher it to peace, love, and harmony.
Filled with Goddess energy
exuding warm tones of luminescent, ephemeral light
the hand receives what the eyes have encased
lost inside clairaudient auditory movements
Moonstone Melodies;
Yokiko reveries fill me like no other
listen to the sound they make
Angels dressed in crinoline gowns,
swooshing and spreading light
everywhere...
Lost in their chime like sound of tinkling glass
they are un-comparable,
A thousand stars of heaven could never compare
to these moonstone gems,
who seem to claim the heart bit by bit
and then, all at once.
Rainbow moonstone celestial
adularescence, transforming milky way white,
pale azure luster to an electric sapphire
Luminescence consistent beauty
Never ending, blending its cadence
with the colors of the rainbow
Sprinkling the Universe ~
Stripping its steely metallic moon
Sacred stones spilled upon earth
Timeless and mysterious moonstone
Adorning her ring finger flaunting, adoring
An ascendant jewel coiled demurely
around the nape of her neck,
formerly worn by the moon goddess’s
perfuming melodies and ballads
Now ethereal beauty's, both are fetching
An antique amulet she keeps in her grip
A clustering carcanet seen by a few
A rivière resting atop her breasts
A priceless periapt symphony she gives into~
its melody, surrendering to palliating powers
Queen of her own throne rich in clairvoyance
Graceful, feminine and demure
My Medical Moonstone
His eyes are a beautiful sea-green.
His hair, a combination of grey
strewn upon stands of gold.
Gentle, a great sense of humor!
Who is this man?
Why, he is my family doctor!
He actually has the ability to laugh
and to be himself!
Not a conceited man, nor a stiff
white coated physician who prances
about being debonaire.
But even better, reads my poetry.
Right there in his office,
During an all too short, medical
journey.
All he can get me to do is have
my blood tested.
I will not take drugs, nor do any
other tests.
It's my body, my choice.
He allows me to have my voice!
He was not an easy find in a new
city.
But I hope I do die under his care.
That type of doctor-patient relationship
is so very rare.
My "Golden God" doctor!
Oh, so human and true.
It is no wonder your patients,
have the highest respect for you!
November 12, 2019
The vibes emulate the soft blue light,
that soft-shoe dances in a moonstone.
Mellow and resonant, is the vibraphone.
The heart and soul of ethereal percussion blues.
The gentle sound reverberates vibrato,
floating and wafting its mesmerizing melodies
under the hard surface of the moonstone.
Shimmering spells that echo dreams,
and deja vu resonant fantastic fantasies.
Alas when love has birthed itself
Under the star kisses of a lofting sky
Luminous glittering streams
From the lavender moon
Swathed in orchids bloom
Billowing upon your face
In sheaves of gilded transient light
Its lemony shimmer of sweet cantaloupes
Perfumes the air around your skin
Embraced by the moment between us
As celestial heavens play its aria
Of moonstone melodies
Across the space between us
We speak with our eyes
Of the riant moon
Laced with the kingdom of stars
Aglow with the brilliance of us
‘if I could I would fetch you the moon a spoon …’
opalescent like a chakra’s rainbow
your lustrous promise kindled
a path to peace and stability
to the moon and the back of beyond
shining darkness
radiance emerging from shadows
archetypal togetherness forged from above
a pearlescent moonstone
bestowed on our marriage
guided by an expanse of time and space
crowned with infinity
and transcendental esprit
infused by mind body and soul
lunar crescents shone waned
and waxed once again
for better worse richer poorer
in insanity and restoration
to love and to cherish ...
founded on divine intervention
heavenly bliss interspersed
by carnage and despair
blessed by the gift of recovery
it took what seemed like eternity
to understand that
not moon spoon nor
what wants to be written in stone
can be taken for granted
a moonstone
represents more than
stardust to become
or a fanciful pebble
carved by the Universe
love thoroughly vanquishes obstacles
and has inscribed miracles
into our wonderful lives