Best Necklace Poems
The necklace broke; all the little pieces
went scattering across the kitchen floor.
Pretty beads were rolling into creases
of a bright rug that lay before the door.
In order to retrieve the beads, she tried
to kneel to grasp the remnants of her prize.
Some minutes passed. The girl broke down and cried
small pieces of deep anguish from her eyes.
That cherished heirloom worn by her each day
(because it was the last thing given her
by her dear mother who had passed away)
would be so hard to fix! And now a blur
the room became. The beads she could not see,
for tears rained down her face mercilessly.
the subject of my attention -
how I turn you over and over in my head and hands
gaining more focus
on my own mind's form and function
though in truth
the whole world and I can disappear
if I give you thought
but yet - you are tangible
can interrupt the space
between universe and fingertips
remind me that I am also real
perhaps, if I'm honest
I long to look up
and meet the eye
of the person who wonders
what I'm thinking
Inspired by The Necklace - Waterhouse
Maroon leaves loop the skyline's soft shine,
claret pearls on the sun's neckline.
Copyright, November 18, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Teetering on a fine line
stretching across the western horizon,
suspended fire, glowing orange-red ball,
slowly receding, slipping downward
until, just out of sight,
split into a thousand shades and tints
like fine lead crystal, broken,
pastel fragments scattered on the clouds,
a pearl necklace encircling
the sky’s bare neckline
before evening’s black velvet cloak
encircles her shoulders.
Copyright, August 13, 2016
LIKE A PEARL NECKLACE
Tall, dark and handsome,
First impressions are good.
A lovely accent accentuates his lips,
this man who loves my sister.
Two families joined as one,
As white and dark wrist circles
celebrate at their wedding
With aromatic arabic melodies
Fe Sehetak
A lovely cup of love
~
He was working at the Jerusalem Hotel.
She was on assignment in Israel.
~
A rolling car and shattered glass,
Almost snatched, the lives of father and son,
but for a miracle from God.
~
In my sister’s living room, cozy,
her husband’s Palestinian parents.
Emotive communications,
Joey’s grandma and I,
through God’s grace.
Our mutual love of her grandson, my nephew.
We point to the baby, and we blow kisses,
and point to the heavens.
A shared cup of joy and tears.
~
Like a pearl necklace we slide together,
the world grasped in the beauty of
shared smiles and gratitude.
And love.
6/11/2017
Luminous
lights appear
in my long dreams,
as my soul, so it seems, holds high
a periscope
for my heart and mind to see
every surrounding scene
beyond the heavy, seamed quilt of history
laid over my long sleep,
my long night — as deeply
black as the pupils of my eyes
mirroring a moonless, starless mid-night;
yet my soul floats
within this ever-amassing eternity —
wherein gleams an airglow for some sight
of the softly glistening atmosphere’s heights…
arising
heavenward
and shimmering
~ while here within me
longings emanate
(for a communion with God
and a complete life)
appearing luminous and divinely embossed
— comprising my long, impassioned prayers
— all into making
the long necklace
of gold-linked
wishes and psalmed gratitdes
I kneel to sing
on these long nights
before my long sleeping…
Tropical jewel tones....
lei of flowers surrounds you
in enchanted 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
This garnet chain you gave me
Is proof of your love
And in this, your face I see
Smiling from above
I keep this chain near my heart
Wear it every day
Me and your love never part
In my soul, you stay
This garnet chain you gave me
Shining in red hue
A bond as strong as can be
Joining me to you
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.
the gloves lay on the dresser
the strand of pearls nearby
her necklace went everywhere
but today there it would lie
a gift from her lover
she always told it that way
more truth it was her fiancé
to wear on their wedding day
a symbol that he adored her
“Get my pearls,” she would say
each pearl a year plus two
lives entwined come what may
the jewelry box filled with
exquisite and divine swirls
no piece meant more to her
than a single strand of pearls
fastened the clasp the last time
her lover was waiting now interred
today she will lie beside him forever
wearing the pearls that he gave her
Diamonds, rubies, and amethysts danced last night in my dreams,
Beautiful, sparkling gifts from my husband that were supreme.
For 30 years each custom piece was planned by him with care,
And when he surprised me with it I thought I was walking on air.
I remember each piece he gave to me and the occasion.
Our anniversary, birthday, and Christmas was a big celebration.
They were wonderful years, but the marriage did not last.
We lost that perfect love that had been unsurpassed.
The split was acrimonious, and it became the divorce from hell.
Everything had to be divided, and my jewelry I was forced to sell.
The day I brought all my jewelry to be sold I did not shed a tear
For all the pieces given to me with love I held so dear.
When I left my wedding ring that day, I felt lost and forsaken.
But I have thought very little since about my jewelry that was taken.
It is over and done, and I have tried to put it behind.
But I awakened with tears on my pillow, thinking of a gift so kind.
One Christmas Eve he gave me a gorgeous diamond heart necklace.
When I saw it I was in awe and breathless.
It made me cry in my dream to see the love in his eyes.
His excitement and joy was worth far more than the prize.
I dreamed I found this necklace
That gave me super powers
When I put it on
I was a hero for hours
I was cat woman wonder
woman and bat girl all in one
But when I took the necklace off
All my powers were gone
So I put the necklace on and
Set out to save the world
But then the necklace got lost
And I was just a little girl
Old jewelry box,
with grandma's pearls and pendants.
How, I love them still !
They wanted to bury her,
with the pearls- but I hid them.
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May 25, 2016
Traditional Tanka
Submitted to the contest, New or Old 4
sponsor, Eve Roper
First Place
In a Mall, Ninjas looked for necklaces
Suddenly predators attacked wreckless
There followed grim fight
Both used their utmost might
Sharpened swords making both of them neck-less
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