Best Opal Poems

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My thirst now deep ~ I long to quench
to sip this periwinkle wine
In goblets cut of harvest moons
impassioned pleas now cast of time

Tender kisses ~ sonnets placed
on fevered lips near rainbow streams
In golden castles made of sand
I've knelt beside you in my dreams

As whispered winds...

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The opal’s not like other stones,
her polish more satin than shine,
her colors mixed and muted tones 
but look closer, within you’ll find--
there’s lightning coursing in her veins 
and fire burning at her core.
She hints of blue skies above the rain,
turquoise calm though the seas may...

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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,...

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Opal did you hear me,                                                        Oliver passed away.                     ...

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Black Opal

Drawn into black pools of midnight
In deep space 
Enchantments dive into
Warm CRIMSON flames -
Nascent from sandcastles SAFFRON sandstone –
That burn in AQUAMARINE of LILAC
LAVENDER fire
Blazing in a symphonic
CORAL symphony,
Like butterflies with WATERMELON and TANGERINE wings
Among the neon LEMON blossoms,
To emerge from the stone cutters...

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I traded in my diamond ring for a pretty ring with a brilliant blue topaz.
She is surrounded by a band of gorgeous iridescent opals.
My husband did not question it, knowing my love for jewelry changes
This was six years ago; this exquisite ring continues to be...

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born from rain and fire’s embrace
a captured storm, a veil of lace
shifting hues in liquid light
dancing secrets, dark and bright

whispers stir in hidden gleam
opal dreams in pearly streams
shadows ripple, colors wake
a silent spell the stones forsake

moonlight spills through spectral veins
soft as echoes, lost remains
a gem...

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Ruby’s red
Sapphire’s blue
Emerald’s green
October’s birthstone flashes all



Huberta van Akkeren
Thursday, 10 April 2014
Nette Onclaud’s competition:  Just ten words...

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Waves of Opal Nights
 
May appear to be real, but the deal that once was sealed is unfinished and untouched.
Clutched by one's eyes of what you truly want to see, but left with this mirage; this montage of innocence.
Remorse has no place within these shark-infested...

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Your mood was as black as the opal
Your eyes sparked of the fire of red and green
One of the rarest stones on the planet
The most rare is what you are to me

Words can’t express the intensity
The impact this precious stone evolves
The knowledge you’re my own...

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Woke up this morning with freedom
on my mind.
I’m perpendicular to the blessed ground,
well and alive—
It’s Juneteenth and it’s break-out celebration
time— 
It’s going to be a beautiful day God has allowed
me to survive.

Everywhere I’ve been, I’ve always celebrated
Juneteenth day—
From the Gulf of Mexico to the Pacific,...

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Birds bespeckle  tangerine skies
 As sun meets sea  in waves of gold
  Upon the wind the birds now rise
 Birds bespeckle tangerine skies
 As summer frames the sun's demise
 On gentle breeze beauty  unfolds
 Birds bespeckle tangerine skies
 As sun meets...

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an opal gray fog
hangs over the lake and woods
morning birds calling

a ghostly airplane
engines echoing loudly
as chipmunks scamper

empty swings dangle
each awaiting toddlers squeals
the sun burns a view

poet: D. Guzzi
date: 8/21/11...

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The opal of her body, so sensuous
Creates disruption within my very soul
Without resting, she moves me so sumptuous
I falter in breathing because her control
She brings be beyond error and ignorance
However I crumble due to her brilliance
Her eyes tenderly take me beyond their cast
I start to...

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he made for me
sits there endlessly
alone  in the small 
wooden box it came in,

It is now hidden,
shining with a wisdom
forever stone deep
but  no more and forgetting
why.

Yet this finger remembers
a quick, colorful warmth
slipped naked within
its chilled simple elegance.

The Opal Ring
he made for me
sits there...

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