Best Pendant Poems
Dawn's light roused me from morning mist
Upon my breast, his amber pendant lies
Gently awakened when warmly kissed
as sunlight dapples across my sleepy eyes
Upon my breast, an amber pendant lies
I stand at my window in a whisp of a gown
as sunlight dapples across my sleepy eyes
I weep in fear that my heart may drown
I stand at my window in a whisp of a gown
feeling the sun's comfort in a loving embrace
I weep in fear that my heart may drown
Tears brush my cheeks as he touched my face
Feeling the sun's comfort in a loving embrace
Gently awakened when warmly kissed
Tears brush my cheeks as he touched my face
Dawn's light roused me from morning mist
^__________May 23rd, 2017___________^
Contest: Form P, sponsored by Broken Wings
Twilight beguiled the light, devoured the day
clambered high he,down from abaddon
to behold his beloved, to avow his love
to fasten his heart in her bosom's warmth
moonlit night it was,
when first time he saw,
she gazed back ,a myth to him
a mortal behold him?
never had he felt that way
his heart melt and sway?
porcelain doll
tamed his soul
the sweet voice,
the innocent eyes
dazzled his mind
for hours they walked,
for days they talked,
drunk in spirits,
strongest the mankind knew
a craze they both named'love'
but words spread,his unholy vows
a new scandal in nether world
"If devil know thy secret game
burn you and the dame in flames"
sad he was,the brutal truth carved
so flew up again,to bid her farewell
awed she stood,
he whispered in her ears,
"O sweet love!
how i crave thee
wish to hold you and flee
but this eternal errand is curse
i'm hell born,
i'm hell raised
our worlds are separate
my touch burns
my kiss could kill
they call me demon,
your angel of death
a thing you should never awail"
tears stung her eyes and she cried
"why my love you never told?
why that pretentious glow,
that false show,
Alas! too late to let go
you bewitch'd the mind,
charm'd the soul"
impossible their love was,
they knew
no glory in its name
no tale of 'the demon and the dame'
and whispered they together'farewell'
but torn apart he ,his cage
took out the beating flames
poured it in a crimson glass,
a part of his heart
chained it down,
to hang around
"O my love!
a part of me shall always ablaze in thee
amber hot my heart shall always beat
your love shall pour the life
your love shall keep me alive"
and he fastened it round
resonating with her beat
embraced in her warmth
the flames of his cursed soul
the beat of his hellborn heart,
the blaze of his unpolished soul.
down the hell,the devil yelled
"tainted you're no more fit
down in dungeon you shall live"
and for years and years he burned
fathoms deep in dungeon
smiled and glad
his heart beating strong,
down her neck
in that crimson pendant!
5/27/2017
I sit and read old letters of a true romantic love gone wrong,
reading each letter hoping each exact word would try to speak-
I hear my gramma’s favorite song; death she knew all along,
and as I wipe a woeful tear I notice an old beautiful antique.
When grandpa left for war she was left pregnant with their first.
He made sure that special trinket was hidden in a safe place-
Her e m e r a l d eyes wept, for one more touch she did thirst,
when that first letter came I’d wish to see the look on her face.
Each Friday a letter arrived through that slit in the door.
O N E by O N E she read them over and over many times again-
She anticipated them like a kid in a penny candy store,
but when the letters stopped arriving she knew it was the E N D .
For their love was too real for him to just retreat and not write.
He had a baby to hold when he was to come home before-
It was World War II and she knew he put up a good fight,
but nothing was as deadly as the front line of a serious war.
Sorrow filled her heart as she ran to her room with the baby crying.
Reaching for H I S picture in a drawer she saw the trinket he had left-
Her name engraved on one e m e r a l d pendant; her eyes she kept drying,
she may have smiled in her soul but in her poor heart she was BEREFT...
Five Rhyming Stanza's - 5 only - Poetry Contest
Sponsor, Broken Wings
Date Written: August 22, 2016
Crimson heart pendant
Betoken of a promise
Shattered in the floor
As swain boat sunked in the sea
Breaking ties of true love bond
4-5-2016
Glowing Pendant
Her smile
is the precious gem
glowing in the pendant
of my heart
every time
she wears it
because of me
Things fall apart
And center can not hold
Inevitable pistol must
have hit him
Thereby makes his
dialectic arms to fold
No healthier life wish to die
Yes we all shall swallow death
This world accepts us as traders
We must return home through our death.
Stolen by wit and historian's library
Moved by words and all his beautiful paint
Of world, war, society and its rule
As though he knows when he will seize to faint.
There is less trouble of this world when dies
Let who seeks lasting star hear.
Way to fruitful life is widely narrow
So let who seeks it all stays clear.
Dedicated to Nigeria
Literary Icon:
Prof. Chinua Achebe,
who died on 21st March,
2013.
The shell hangs on a golden string
asymmetric lines curved together
in the valley that roots my neck
a picture inside I keep on holding.
Cheap cloths on a public beach,
the young us playing catch,
a moment in colors of chess,
caught by a since lost lens.
It holds all those stormy nights
I came to sleep by your side,
all the "how was your day"s
of the greening of the leafs.
The cold of the suns that set
shed of that and other salt
and dried, pressured into pulp
holds the bones in a pole.
Me, a flag to the wind of time
tight to it gaze the reviewer,
it is that shell of once upon
my compass to where I've been.
But the tide keeps at my ankles
resigned to rob under my feet
the desert that there stood
steady as the clock's beat.
The day will come it will win
when of this shell I lose grip
and holding on to a gem
won't brace me for the slip.
Because it is your history
the concrete ground
the future is built upon.
The more time alone I spend apart
From the vulgar traffic of the earth
It is the more wisdom fill my heart
And the more I come closer to birth
Through each metamorphosis of thought
For all my life there was this pressure
This culture of what should be despite
Of what I was born to be. This erasure
Of something substantial for a blight,
A poor fly struggling that sinister caught
And no emotional intelligence that web
Could escape, for how is a fly not to chase
The scent of things rotting when no ebb
Of hunger is present its desire to erase?
It was easier not to fall in love, let it depart
There is so much distraction before the truth
And so much pain after it is known. I see
Every fair thing a little bit of a coward brute
But is more meaningful because of misery.
I sing better with words from a broken heart.
A pendant so shiny, covered in shroud,
Decorated and designed with every longing to ensnare,
Ensnare the remaining corpse of a love that rot,
Beguiling enough it was, that it did soothe that angry rot,
And a moment there was when the decay was forgot,
But for the facade, soon the worms did sprout,
And allies became for the rot,
Attracting the scavengers that finished the corpse to nought.
tonight she's
ravishingly
resplendent
a leaf-shaped
emerald
pendant
on her bosom
like a greenish
sharp knife
dangerously poised
at her throat
at her life!
A radiantly brilliant treasure
an opalescent afterglow
left a candescent residue
on my appreciative neck
hours after I had returned her
glorious moonstone face
to my grateful jewelry box
who is honored to house her
A necklace pendant
A key pendant
A gemstone pendant
An amulet
A cross
All are signs of love or adoration
From eyes to hearts communication
A gift or a possession
A memory or a remembrance
A sign to remind or a sign to consolidate confidence
Invaluable not because of
The commercial value of the pendant
But just the sincerity of the person behind
You came into my life
When I was struggling with the storms,
My eyes were shut,
My breathing was slow,
My lungs were dusty,
There was no glow,
But you,
My heart,
You, you, you,
You embroidered something in my soul,
Something beautiful more than my eyes can speak,
Something dangerous more than my words can decipher,
I thought there was no love until
It was just
You, you, you,
On the tip of my tongue
Like honey flowing from a dipped soulless rose,
I haven't even kissed you,
I wish I could just hold you,
Your hands entwined with my hands
Like blooming ivy sprinkled with crimson roses,
Holding your hand
Is my heaven, my redemption, my sanctuary, my oasis,
My, my, my,
But you are not mine,
My first love,
A rose pendant
That you gave me
It shows my soul
But it doesn't belong to me
It's somebody else's ,
I can't adorn it on my neck,
My fluttering fragile fingers
Unlocked the aureate chain,
My eyes captured it one last time,
My mouth whispered ‘I love you’ to
The core of the rose to
Keep my words sealed sacredly for eternity,
My eyes started raining ragged, rolling tears,
And I threw it away from me,
Far, far away,
In the endless sky,
Into the sea,
It's gone,
It's gone,
But my heart still whispers your name,
I can feel it in my breath,
In my bones,
Like a gush of blood,
Metallic, mesmerizing muse smell
That comes out of a letter written
By blood by a miserable lover
Longing to exist in the lover's breathing
And dreams and hopes,
My mind is a museum full of you,
I wish my heart was a necklace too.
I saw the Christmas pendant and I knew
It would be the best thing to buy for my Aunt Lou
She loves Betsy Johnson, a decorator with flair,
So, I bought it for her, to show that I know and care.
Aunt Lou was overjoyed for sure
She knows I love her and my heart is pure
She did not care I bought the pendant at half price.
She was thrilled and excited, said "it's so nice!"
unexpectedly
the town's fountain was frozen
in pendant beauty
we marveled for seven days
until the sun released it