Best Necklaces Poems

I have chosen You.
Sweet and handsome mortal, come to me…

Whisper to me your longings, 
and I shall tickle your ear with my saccharine breath.
I shall take you to places 
where only gods and goddesses roam.

Aware am I of how my radiant beauty entrances you...
Be thankful...

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I saw them a few weeks ago. My wife called me, something urgent,
so I left the computer and went to see what excited her.

Three deer, 3 young deer meandering round our 1/4 acre backyard.
They look thin she said, I agreed
(not saying it was not a...

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A is for Aprons, like Moms used to wear.
B is for Barrettes that adorn young girls’ hair.

C is for Coats, many colors and styles.
D is for Diamonds, best friends that brings smiles.

E is for Elbow pads skateboarders use.
F is for Flippers folks might wear on...

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The Polynesian pearl of the Northern Pacific, 
A glittering paradise gleaming in brilliance,
Set float amongst the oceans clear waters.
A beautiful jewel reflecting in the different
 Shades of  aquatic blues.
The winds of peace blew in this tropical
Nirvana, until the ruler of the far east, 
Thrust...

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The Clanking Chain of Wild Geese


I was watching the September sky every day,
With a hope to once again get a glance,
Of the clanking chains of those lovely wild geese,
That suddenly appears with their music melodies,
But quietly they disappear every year, 
Like a Rainbow that comes...

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Looking through the window of a shop,
I see you with a woman.
She lifts long auburn hair
while you, who stand behind her,
are fastening a strand of pearls
around her slender neck.
I close my eyes envisioning. . .

I've opened them to you 
facing me,
and I'm the woman
with the...

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After Legend got blown up along with
all of the city zombies,
I was now the sole survivor and sick and tired of 
hiding out at Hobby Lobby,
bored of making necklaces, soaps and candles
and doll houses every single day,
I decided hunting countryside zombies should make 
up a...

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The chartreuse pearls hung on the pregnant vine
as whispered jade of leaves in autumn breeze.
The necklaces of trellis did entwine
like clefs of absinthe notes in verdant keys.

Limes envied grapes reflecting fervent sun,
bright clusters for musicians then to splay
in shamrock fields with fables to be spun
of...

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Ah, ‘Love’! a lover’s repeated mantra!
I see me mutter it, just now, very now.
Sigh I high, a busy, burning furnace,
scrolling lines with aching, grieving woes;
she, a charmed worm, wriggles, snorts,
while floating on a fluffy, velvety cloud.

Is this repeated mantra pricier like a jewel: 
a sapphire,...

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To 
be
happy
you don't need
necklaces of gold
or all the money in the world,
what you do need though, is Love,Trust, and understanding
those are the things, that can't be bought with all the money in the world
or fifteen tons of gold.
What you can get to be happy is,...

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Bone Lady. 

Pippa Gray

If you have come for romance, please leave.
Follow the fireflies and they will lead you 
back through the woods, to your manmade path.
There is no sweetness or solace here. 
I am a thunderstorm, a fierce force of nature.
My heart is a patchwork...

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The Season is changing


Like every thing of life, the season is changing,
The water laden clouds are vanishing gradually,
Leaving space for the scattered yellow pink and white,
The birds are chattering on green branches of trees,
Before the leaves turn purple or gold or get pale to leave.

The...

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Irene....My Mother and I.

I cannot believe I am her daughter!
She always dressed in the very best taste.
Very little jewelry, conservative
dresses, no slacks, are you kidding?
A white-gloved perfect lady,she.

Hats she wore yes, exquisite ones.
Never a babushka on her coiffure.
Boots,too, my Mother loathed,
In those years, verily homely...

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She is not a prima ballerina at the age of three
but I stand and applaud when she dances for me.
Eloise, my granddaughter is such a lil sweetheart
I painted her image, but she's the real work of art.

When we spend the day together, we talk a...

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Sandra Hall was a college student, like experience gained from learning,
Living in the house of her parents; with love like red, fall leaves returning.

Sandra was in her final year of school, and she had a network of friends,
Like the grape, starry nights of luxury, that...

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