Best Ring Poems
The silver ring Virginia gave to me
has been in my possession many years.
And though it's only costume jewelry,
how beautiful to me it still appears!
The first time I saw shining on her hand
the silver ring Virginia gave to me,
I was amazed. I said I loved it, and
she parted with it so unselfishly!
So pretty is its pattern - filigree.
She took it off her hand, and it became
the silver ring Virginia gave to me,
its stone of azure blue bright as a flame!
This year I learned Virginia passed away.
To think in nearly half a century
I'd seen her not, yet kept until this day
the silver ring Virginia gave to me.
Written Nov. 3, 2016 ,
For Broken Wing's Old Jewelry or Just Old Things or Old, Old Poems Contest
(Virginia was a few years older than me when i saw this ring on her finger during church youth group. I was maybe 13 years old and was so surprised
when she just took it off her finger and let me have the pretty treasure!
I heard she lived a very good life. I never saw her again after I left for college.)
Before diving into the time machine for a nostalgic trip on my music video ‘Ring On My Line’ above, I invite you to read my preamble Sonnet below.
Ring On My Line -The Golden Era of Doo Wop, Retro Revival
If you've ever waited for a call that never came, ‘Ring On My Line’ will hit close to home. Take a trip back in time—no matter your age—into the golden era of Doo Wop and the boppy, haunting rhythms of the ‘50s and ‘60s.
This song captures the bittersweet romance of waiting by the phone, heart pounding with hope, wondering if that special someone will call. It’s a love story, where jukebox tunes filled the air, diners were the place to be, and every unanswered ring told a tale of longing.
So grab an ice-cream soda, turn up the volume, grab your partner, let nostalgia take over, and dance to the retro Doo Wop beat, you’ll enjoy it..
Note: You can also follow the lyrics by clicking on the CC (closed caption) on the video itself above our on my YouTube Channel
Beneath the silver hush of midnight’s sigh,
the quiet stars refuse to blink her name
Moon - You vigilant observer from above
Your indifference lingers just the same.
A drum with a hollow sound, my beating heart
each second stretched, each ring less second cold.
I strain to hear her verse, but none are found,
in the quietude of a glimmer not made whole.
Hope strains a fragile thread, pulled tight,
will love return, or do I wait in vain?
Time elongates the qualms I feel inside
Motionless yet its silence sparks my pain.
Oh, ringtone, let mercy find my ears,
or let me waft in love’s fickle fears.
The sun says goodbye
as it dips slowly below the horizon,
and dusk settles in for the night.
Heaven's mood ring
changes constantly,
from pink to orange
then to a faded yellow.
My mood lightening, the sky darkening.
Shades of lavender to dark blue,
then to a faded black.
As twilight takes over the sky,
my favorite time approaches
when my eyes can fill with wonder,
as one by one,
the stars turn on their lights
and twinkle just to say hello.
They've all seen my face before.
Then the moon, my old friend,
rises to meet me right on time.
Heaven's mood ring
fades to black,
only until the dawn
when it will change again.
The sky lightening, my mood darkening.
March, 22nd, 2014
Nette Onclaud's contest - "A Night Sky"
" one piece of diamond ring,"
leads to a milestone journey.
Written by: AiyaH De Torres
Entry for :Just Ten Words Poetry Contest by nette onclaud
4/8/2014
** 6th place Winner**
Dragon found a Fairy Ring and quickly jumped inside! Heaven Forbid!
Dancing round and round, he suddenly disappeared. Yes! He surely did!
As he disappeared I knew that trouble would without doubt, now ensue.
So I blew out my breath, and immediately did the same, I’d seen him do.
As I landed, I followed the mob, knowing Dragon would be in demand.
Sure enough, there he stood with the great sword Excalibur, in his hand.
The future King Arthur was standing empty handed, looking kinda sad.
Merlin, however, not amused, started chasing Dragon and looking mad.
Without Arthur to pull the sword from the stone, Camelot wouldn’t be built.
You might say that Dragon was in deep doo doo, all the way up to the hilt.
Things progressed far worse, as Merlin shot crazy magic at Dragon’s face.
He missed Dragon… leaving ‘Sir Mouse a lot’, in Sir Lancelot’s place.
Dragon dodged a magic bolt, from Merlin, hitting Sir Gwain, like a mace.
Yep, if this kept up, the whole round table was about to end, without a trace.
So I jumped Merlin, bringing him to the ground, as I screamed at Dragon!
Put that blooming sword down!… As in: YEP! BACK IN THE STONE!!!
But by then I was changed to a frog, and a few croaks were the only sounds.
Old England had become the new Mayhem Falls, both alive and now found.
Suddenly, Grandpa Troll appeared, yanking the sword from Dragon’s hand.
Putting it back in the stone, he bowed to Merlin and all of his medieval land.
Next he grabbed Dragon by the ear, and me as I hopped across the ground.
We quickly made an exit… by use of the Fairy Ring, now so very profound.
Camelot’s problems, would no doubt, be from ‘Sir Mouse A Lot’s’ overload.
Imagine what might have been, if we’d never helped see, that day bestowed.
Would the world have been better? Would Camelot have longer survived?
We’ll never know. But the Moral is: Beware of Fairy Rings and Dragons!
For they can bring about the worlds end, as we know it, on any given day!
Camelot had that story put on a Tapestry along with Arthur’s great event.
He dutifully, also, pulled the sword from the stone… Yep… You might say…
For them it had become ‘A Great News Day!’ As I did ribbit and hop away!
Written by Carol Eastman 8-29-2016
Oh, lovely burst of fire- your tongues aflame
with splashing brilliance from your fiery glow,
you dance with a full sense of motion that
entraps the mind in a hypnotic trance.
Or is the Sun that comes into my mind
with that gold halo of your fiery ring?
Your center, molten hot with solar flares
that rise- erupt and fly within my sight.
On closer look, so clearly see you now-
a beauty of our fields- a gem of Earth;
a gift of God’s creation that inspires-
artistic view of you- as fire and Sun.
I've heard the music a smile secretly sings
And the sudden thunder a teardrop brings
No beginning or ending round a golden wedding ring
Together love and time keep on turning
It takes but one breath to keep on living
When your dreams and sorrows become the same thing
Empty eyes open there for the forgiving
Then memories invade, night becomes morning
Like the ring we wear, no beginning or end
We search to see where this journey shall send
Apart we are halfed neither night or day
Where nothing can grow, shall it be that way?
©Donna Jones
bells ring on christmas
near white-frosted evergreens . . .
a cardinal sings
Dec. 16, 2019
Writing Challenge, December - Winter Haiku or Senryu
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
A ring full of daisies weaved in her hair
adorns a white cotton sundress
as she twirls through the air
a heavenly tune plays only for her
the world's at a standstill
as her dream scenes come true
she's in love with the blue bird
plays tag with the squirrels
she speaks with the sweet swan
understanding each word
she's a vision of lovely
God's gracing gift
nothing restrains her
a princess adrift
with the sun shining down
through cracks in skies mist
her smile is beaming
at peace with life's twists
I never met my maternal grandmother -
She died from cancer when my mum was aged only eight
Her sepia photograph sits in a silver frame on mum’s dresser
Many years ago mum gave me a ring that belonged to her mother
It’s delicate and pretty with three small red garnets and opals
The first time I slipped it on my finger it fitted perfectly!
When I wear the ring it makes me think of my grandmother
How I wish that I had had the chance to meet her.....
But sadly it was not to be
Wearing her ring makes me feel close to her
It’s almost like her hand is on mine
Contest Sponsored by Broken Wings
Old jewelry or just old things.
10~27~16
In May two thousand and seven I was on a beach on the sand
When it was time to leave I noticed, I was missing my gold band
I started digging the sand frantically, my wife she helped too
We were flying home the next day, there was little we could do.
Before we left the beach I took a picture, of where we had lay
I hoped that sometime in the future we'd return here one day
My wife about five months later found a cheap holiday online
It was for a holiday to kefalonia and to me it was a clear sign.
I packed my metal detector and brought the photo with me
Would I find the treasure in the sand or find it in the sea?
After about half an hour of searching I heard a loud beep
I'd brought a small shovel with me and started digging deep.
But eureka I'd found it, and was good as new after a clean
It had slightly discoloured and had turned a little bit green
My wife had been trying to sleep, when she heard me shout
Some people looked our way, so I explained what it was about.
That night we went out to a restaurant and we celebrated
I was still smiling and over the moon and was feeling elated
I'd already claimed for the loss because that's what you do
And I don't have one wedding ring, because now I have two.
(A true story )
Written on 22nd June 2022
One In Five Poetry Contest
Theme chosen - A Lost Ring
Sponsored by Joseph May
You gave me a golden ring
long, long time ago.....
It was the symbol of our love
And until our little world where fortune lives
We listened cheek against cheek
to our love melody so sweet
In our little world were only
love lives
You gave me a golden ring
as proof that I am yours
06.May 2012
A-L Andresen :9
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Looking back at the Earth, I can't really describe how beautiful it is from 300 miles up. Looking down, you can tell it's a planet. The sky is black. There's just a thin blue ribbon, what we see as blue sky on Earth. You realize how small it is and how fragile the planet is...............by Astronaut Mike Good:
a thin blue crescent
of earth from the moon looks like
a jewelled head band
crowning a young queen
on a dark night when her love
slides a sapphire hoop
silver stars sparkle
above this clear azure line
making love life snug
May 13, 2016
For Rita A. Simmonds
it doesn't take a lot
to make some people happy
a midnight snack of goodies
with that, oh so sweet, cold milk
could be Malomars,Fig Newtons,
or those yummy chocolate covered
Ring-Dings......
just a small sampling of how
sometimes these small wonders
help us deal with bigger things...
my favorite is the milk, perhaps with
a Pepperidge Farm cookie too...
oh, the Gods were so generous
when they created such as these anew,
sometimes I barely remember
the late evening goodie raid
it's the tell-tale chocolate stains
on my pillow, or sheets where I had laid
that brings it back to me
the price that now must be paid
laundry a day earlier than planned,
another diet quickly canned,
how come I can't stand
the thought of my choclate covered hand
so tonight I hope I strand...
those devilishly delicious treats grand
should I tie myself to the bed?
and let an elf get them for me instead?
all right, this sweet talk is now done
say, I wonder about that bear-claw bun......
*“Ring around the Rosy. A pocketful of posies.
Ashes, Ashes, we all fall down.” - a nursery rhyme
Gone to ashes.
Each town was a burial ground
gone to ashes.
Multitudes wore rosy rashes;
The Black Death’s ring was on them found.
Dead bodies smoldered all around. . . .
gone to ashes.
Now children chant
“Ashes, ashes,” while in a ring.
Now children chant
and they’re strangely exuberant!
Of pockets of posies they sing
and think not of one deathly thing!
Now children chant.
Written by Andrea Dietrich/ Feb. 16, 2012
and inspired by nette onclaud's
ALPHABETS OF RONDELET Poetry Contest
(I chose Ashes, but also Chant was used
in verse two).
*Please click on "about this poem" to see
the origin of the nursery rhyme it discusses.