Best Onyx Poems
Onyx
dark silicate,
descendant of agate
echoes inspired by nighttime sky;
a calming focus of the deepest void,
spiritual transformation
awakening the soul,
translucent black
onyx.
Black hole
transmigration,
transformational sight,
the never ending seeing eye
vision of Tetragrammaton essence;
majesty of heaven’s splendor
enlightened souls will fly
darkness alight,
black hole.
Written: January 30, 2025
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Beneath February breath,
a fugue of magic hues—
embers of crimson,
coppered caramel trill
as maples sway
in Mistral melodic mirth.
Amidst the rhapsody,
in strokes of whispered shimmer
a rainbow flares.
In a seamless symphony,
a fresco of shades
unfurls in the sky.
Amid the onyx,
woven in clouds gossamer,
winter moon glows in a frosty sheen.
In luminous rhapsodies,
she hums opal notes
of wistful longings to the sea’s restless soul.
Drenched in ethereal blushes,
the sea becomes a shimmering midnight hymn—
choristers of spectral silver.
O'er the skyline’s silken scarlet,
March dusk in tourmaline blush, twilight lyrics
of a sundown serenade.
Amidst the concerto,
swirling crimson, a swoop of swallows
in shimmering shadows.
They dart off into the tinted eventide,
their wing beats, an echo of lingering silence.
I dreamed a black; an onyx lake
before the sun’s first dawning rays
its surface marble smooth and makes
no sound without the warmth of day
I saw myself; a ghost it seemed
stripped naked on the grassy floor
beneath the waning moon’s cold beams
just staring at the other shore
From far away a whip-poor-will
called lonely, just a sleepy song
it tickled in the morning chill
and broke the water’s pull – so strong
to slip into that silent space
where never lived a false love’s face
Begging me for my assets
Onyx skin black and beautiful
Yolked equally in purple passion
Fuchsia feeling you deep in soul
Red reading you like a classic
Intoxicated as indigo story’s unfold
Energy emerald vested fantastic
Needing neon kisses holding you close
Dipping in me like lake or sea of gold
Lady Onyx has curvy, black nails;
so resistance she quickly assails.
She needs no boot spurs;
for nails long like hers
serve as tailor made cat-o-ten tails.
written 19 February 2016
The saddest thing I ever saw
Lay splattered on the floor
An onyx bird with feathers sprawled
I hoped he’d made heaven’s door.
Although his mangled body lay
Lifelessly on sad display.
Those who passed didn’t seem dismayed
But on the road he lay that day
His eyes had lost all their light
With his ability for flight.
And now he rests in god's great might
But still it is a saddened sight.
Do believe me when I say
That was not the tragic part.
Because faithfully at his side
There was a mournful chide,
While ruby blood stains dried.
Another onyx bird will bide.
Forevermore she’ll always long
For his beautiful melodic song.
Until in heaven where they belong
Both the onyx birds may soar like one.
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Porcelain and Onyx
Free verse
His Agile fingers float across
The faces of porcelain and onyx
Translucently releasing a glow
Firing the atmosphere with romance
Stirring emotions into a harmonic melody
Eyes closed he sees each note arise
A melodic ambiance saturates the room
There is no ceiling in creating music
To be able to bring rapture to every heart
As I sat and listened on my porch
Among the buttercups responding
To His sweet refrains
I feel moved, exhilarated, and universal
One with all humankind for music
Is the world’s universal language
My words float from the banjo of time
Riding upon the four winds with unity
Music is the common tie between
Us all
That
Every
Ear
And
Spirit
Understands
Carole Cookie Arnold
2011
In your glory, you weave magical webs
Webs of fantasy, deceit, falsehood and half truths
Your countenance saintly, the epitome of purity
Your pleasing form deceives many
Voluptuous curves, jutting peaks, lush valleys
Tresses that flow like fragrant cascading water
Skin so soft, the colour of virgin honey
In the depths of your soul there darkness dwells
As you scheme, your eyes gleam, mental gears turning
You unleash your masterpiece of destruction
Machinations of chaos, unbridled anarchy
Shattered lives and spirits rent asunder, you have left
To you it as all a game, a game whose rules you set
A game at which you are peerless
I see through your veil….I will not play your game
You have met your match….Checkmate!
Game Over
Peacefully playing
Indigo notes
Angelic mood swaying
***** spiritual hope
Onyx facts history black
Deep in the forest is a huge stone
completely made of onyx
and it sits there and shimmers
I visit this stone to pray
as I sit at its base
and wish wonders to be had
with the love of my life
And the stone talks to me
it says I will have happiness
and my love and I
will be as one
I polish the stone of onyx
with a soft cloth
and it shines so bright
This stone tells me the truth
and says I will find my way
with my love
I shall leave the stone
and I will get married
and will always be thankful
for the wisdom it shed
Playground for poets online bizarre
Onyx sky where we are stars
Emerald eyes eager to read
The next line written with elegant ease
Romantic patrons infatuated
Yellow sonnets purple phrases
Somehow we are all related
Onion soupers with cheese grated
Unity in what we achieve
Poetry Soup for all yes please.
Running fast down an old brick ally way
The clop-clack of my shoes
As I try desperately to reach the light on the other side
It is coming for me
My time has come
Long finger nails pierce my shoulder
Ripping cloth
Drawing blood
I spin around
Knowing the maker of my demise will face me
It was onyx cloaked and ivory skinned
I am a purple prisoner of poetry
For when I can’t write woe is me
Darkens my sky the flowetry
Enriches my life the soul of me
Some do drugs roll with me
I just do hugs go with me
Grasping the love of a sheet
Of paper, pen and ink is peace
Muse is a turquoise tool guides me
Ideas are precious jewels inside me
It’s an affliction of discovery
A kind of mission red recovery
Righting what is wrong you see
Writing poems sonnets songs to sing
Some are like the ivory breeze
Others crash into onyx dead sea
One hopes to be indigo inspiring
To tickle brain cells cherry firing
To leave readers denim desiring
Or perhaps even enjoying inquiring
In the jail of a black bipolar mind
Where hell is back and forth in time
Words can be a key or lemon lock in crime
Can be of forms free or form that rhymes
Needing readers to read gives me a high
Hoping that you see a message from divine
Liquid kisses from licorice lips
Onyx lover with thick heavy hips
Vivid love language lavender whiffs
Ebony clouds of hair at finger tips