Best Pearls Poems

Out in the freezing rain
Hesitates gray morning 
Between winter's end and
Spring's early intentions.

Leafless barren trees
Lining up on my street
Glitter sluggishly
Tiny frozen droplets
Hanging from twigs and stems 
Resembling white gems.

Until young golden rays
Reflect in puddles,
Exposing to my view
Growth of green buds
Emerging from nodes
Where moments before
I saw...

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So this is the way the moon remembers,...
by reaching into yesterday
I hold her pearls against the light,
and see a strand that tethers time

With envy now, the night is awed
Covetously, it fondles rows
of tiny orbs. Which, one by one,
are miracles, with moons, within

This strand of pearls,...

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When it is time for me to pass away
I’ll pack and leave; I dare not overstay.
But ere I drift out slowly with the tide
I’d wish to have my children by my side
To reassure them that we’ll meet again.
And when they saunter down memory lane
A treasure...

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Of Treasures Sought, Diving For Forbidden Dark Pearls

I shall weave you, dear reader, words true and sincere
tho' will not be as great as those woven by poetic peers
It's truth from a life long-lived, too fast and much too wild
in the mad rush of anger, from...

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A thousand little moments,
one connected to the next…
Exquisite, time-sequenced pearls
from then to now and beyond
Ignore the strand, where it may lead,
and focus on the bead at hand:
one breath, one step, one vista.
Take it in and savor it;
burn its imprint in your mind.
Then, taking care to...

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A strand of pearls not tied with knots;
we’re held together — just a thread.
At times like sticky spider silk 
and other times a shred of string 
that aches and breaks and throws our pearls across the floor.

The clatter  scatter  marble-mess
of all the dirt...

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Our bank accounts nearly emptied so we could afford a vacation; two young working girls who'd never been far from home. We were looking forward to finding love on a romantic tropical island. Maybe someone in our group would cast his smiling eyes our way....

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For PD's Collaboration Contest
August 28, 2015

By: Eileen Manassian 

Thank you for this string of pearls 
What a beautiful sight! 
Right?
Yes.....a sheer delight. 
You look surprised! 
You gifted them to me 
Can't you see? 
This beautiful pearl tapestry 
Exquisite jewelry!!! 

One by one.... 
They came to...

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Her mother left her pearls,
A strand so delicate and old.
They'd been passed down through the ages
For the newest brides to hold.
With tales of how their marriages
Were like this precious strand.
The care of loved ones they must know
Before they joined their hands.
Pearls must stay together, 
Alone...

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the pearls from your eyes
are far more precious to me
than any treasure

your big sacrifice
nothing more to compare with
you’re my great hero

I owe you my life
mom, my heart melts when you cry
your tears: pearls of love

unconditional
that’s the greatness of your love
in you, I feel God

mom, I’m...

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Raindrops roll on my window
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A pearl is not found in every oyster 
Only ones that endure a grit that comes to fester
Slowly its lacquered and covered with shiny plaster
It takes grit and time and no way to do it faster
And the grit is the start of the pearl of...

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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...

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This was written with regard to Jan's poem about the sad truth she discovered yesterday.  An attitude adjustment is desperately needed for anyone who would try to manipulate others.  https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_sad_truth_behind_the_reduction_of_comments_on_my_poems_974921



It's a cheeky, brazen pig who orders people around by saying,
"Don't comment on her...

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Sparkling across my garden gate
Beads of frosted dew on gossamer...

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