Best Ruby Poems
Sparkling white pearls in sun-rays gold
Adorning dew drops glint-morning arose
On silken-red aura, petals velvet unfold
Flaunting glamour of expressions bold
Exuding fragrance floral splendor chose
Luring passions heart rhythms compose
Revealing hints endearing sights disclose
In language of love, poise of ruby rose.
August 26, 2022
Eight Lines of Rhyme-Your Favorite Flower
Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Ruby red lips, but lips not kissed by the wine
The warmth of your kisses, better than the vine
Cool and smooth not from Crème Brule
It’s between soft sheets where together they lay
Passion that burns no heating required
Growing to love you, your words love inspired
Lovers entwined as one body and mind
Love that comes late, but still there to find
Fingers exploring the wonder of another's skin
Burning finger tips round a face, down a chin
Traveling down, breaths held, hearts skip a beat
Tongues battle for supremacy, kisses hot and sweet.
Tongues moist and hot, nipples standing firm
Awaiting the entry for which they both yearn
Passion explodes in blessed release
A feeling to capture, relaxing in peace.
© 22/11/2102 GG
My heart shaped ruby wishes to be loved and excepted,
Shining brightly for a single affection by one adored man,
Noticed and caressed has given the luster gleaming joy.
Entry~Catie Lindsey~Stoned Contest
Embrace the silence, listen within
Respecting others means learning to listen
Experience being heard is healing
Listen with your whole self, not just your ears
Silence is the sleep that nourishes wisdom
The words of the inner voice
are the source of our hidden genius
The truth of the subconscious
Let silence grow and blossom
The senses must be sharpened
Silence is a powerful force, but don't fear it
How often do you give yourself quiet time?
Interrupt the hustle and bustle and focus on your well-being
- the sound of water gurgling in the stream
The ruby rose that I once knew
was graceful, mild, and oh so sweet.
I put down roots near her and grew
to understand she was discreet.
Though in her garden all seems well,
the ruby rose that I once knew
has secrets that she hates to tell.
Her lovely petals hide what’s true.
I learned too well what would ensue
when one disturbs her garden’s bed.
The ruby rose that I once knew
took wrong one simple thing I said.
I got too close to what she’d hid.
Revealing thorns, she pierced me through
and all for nothing wrong I did!!
The ruby rose that once I knew.
Dedicated to a poetry mentor from long ago
Nov. 16, 2021
For the 'Rose' Poetry Contest of Robert James Liguori
I see the shadows soft inside starlight
beauty illuminates one queen true
deep within the bones it dwells ashes
a drunken spirit's kiss lives hot fire
Burns ultra violet turns blue heaven's
colours of amazing grace's promise
white dove you fly deeply inside pure
rose you bleed into heartbeats crimson love
Crowning of the temple angelic gift
dawn awakening within jewels
blinding beautiful I am held
captivated by a vision of you
A ruby
is a precious abstract value
spiritually creating endless joy to the one
holding her tenderly
not a single tear
not a single scar
in all the decades to come
after the first kiss
Down the yellow brick road, in a place not very far,
In a land I heard of, you find out who you truly are.
Just follow the magical road, of friendship and love,
For adventure awaits, and things you are dreaming of!
The sparkling ruby slippers, will soon take you there,
To a fabled Emerald City, over the rainbow somewhere.
No room for evil doubting, but faith is what you need;
And ruby slippers on a path of blooms, of hope's seed!
Written: December 02, 2024
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At dawn cradle,
Dew blankets the earth,
whispered secrets swirl among stately elms,
a chorus of cheerful waxwings
sings beneath the blush of lavender skies.
Willows sway, swirls of grace,
twilight traces with ruby tones.
The iris dances,
emerging from lush shadows,
each petal a whisper of dreams.
Aureolin moments linger,
gold glistening in the mist,
as rustles paint the air,
the viol of night lilts softly,
celestial orbs clad cosmic clashes.
We walk through opal pathways,
where the heart shares its stories,
and neon memories cling,
as lilacs in a gentle breeze—
O, the beauty in being lost.
Peter loved his wife Carmen Lúcia
Their love 's color was tranquil fuchsia
Their love took shape in Mogok
In depth of the Mother rock
Big red ruby-poem of Gaia
HISTORY
The Smithsonian's National Museum of Natural History in Washington, D.C. has received one of the world's largest and finest ruby gemstones. The 23.1 carats (4.62 g) Burmese ruby, set in a platinum ring with diamonds, was donated by businessman and philanthropist Peter Buck in memory of his late wife Carmen Lúcia. This gemstone displays a richly saturated red color combined with an exceptional transparency. The finely proportioned cut provides vivid red reflections. The stone was mined from the Mogok region of Burma (now Myanmar) in the 1930s.
Precious Stones and Gems - Poetry Contest
Sponsor:Anthony Slausen
Poet: Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
Form: Limerick
Theme: Love, Ruby, Precious stone
Europe was frozen in a tide of hate
The genius Jew was being persecuted
Bound to the intransigence of fate
His violin played the tunes they executed
Now it was time to think as they electrocuted
The hopes of young people in the dawn of their history
Whose own stories would have so much mystery
Down in the baker’s the story ran around
Hitler was marching to a frenzied tune
He bruised the flowers underneath the ground
And told them works of genius had no boon
While the bridal pair planned their honeymoon
On country roads, a visit to the town
Where they would see wonders and a family found
The day of the wedding dawned so fair
It would seem creation began again
Every single person going there
Wore the best they could, the men
With dark serge suits, and a fountain pen
For Granddad to write to his daughter
Who lived across three thousand miles of water
The wedding Nora had lived for all her life
Now like fate, could be too late to cancel
Nothing would please her more than being a wife
No longer a woman her relatives liked to spancel
They went the evening before to the quiet chancel
Made their vows in private for each other
Far away, war’s declaration on a brother.
His thoughts were far away this harvest morning
The corncrake singing in the flowery ditch
Struck into his heart like a heavy warning
That life was choked with love, so rich
A fantasy dove-tailing in augured pitch
Be faithful to me, the bird sang, my husband
I never want to wear another’s riband
She wore the oyster dress her sister gave her
It was soft and crumpled like a clotted cream
Her veil was raised when he kissed her
And she thought she was fainting from the dream
What could matter now, but what could seem
His handsome face, his hair so fine and black
There wasn’t one feature where he lacked
Her face was lovely as a golden flower
Her dress, a simple thing with fine kick-pleat
It lay like wisps of cloud upon her tower
Where beauty, youth and kindness all could meet
Such tiny pearls slid on her throat so neat
Their hour of tortured chastity was over
Profusion, perfection, they were like gods in clover.
(c) Rosemarie Rowley from "In Memory of Her", 2004 Dublin
I want Ruby slippers
To walk on the Rainbow
To dance with the Scarecrow
I want Ruby slippers
To play with the Tin man
To go to the Wizard land
I want Ruby slippers
To fight with the Witch (Wizard of OZ)
And run fast to reach
I want Ruby slippers
To give the Tiger a dose of Doze
To present him a Bunch of Roses
I want Ruby slippers
To make my Dreams True
To visit to OZ as you (Dorothy)
Poetess S. Nadia Azam Shah Bukhari
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a ruby gemstone ~
forty years of love and trust
unbreakable bond ~
Ruby
Ruby Bridges was one of the first Black American pupils
in a 'White' school
after racial segregation was declared unconstitutional.
It was November 14th, 1960 when six year old Ruby sat in school alone,
children and teachers stayed at home.
RUBY......
'My Mother took special care getting me dressed that day,
new White shoes, stiffly starched White dress
and a White ribbon in my hair'
She told me:
'there may be a lot of people outside school today,
but there's no need to be afraid,
i'll be with you all the way'.
Four federal US Marshal's came to the door to drive us to school.
As we got in the car my Mother said:
'Ruby, I want you to behave yourself today and do what the Marshals say'.
As the Marshals extracted me from the Cavalcade
a jangle of jeering shrieks rose from the barricade:
2-4-6-8 we don't want to integrate, sang the protestors
I didn't know what these words meant
After school, I taught a friend this chant
I guess when I heard the tirade
that we had stumbled on the Mardi Gras parade
THEN.....
The Whites of my eyes shone
like those of a frightened Fawn
as a protester held a coffin carrying a little Black doll.
ON LOOKER:
As the sun burns away haze from the Mississippi River
large crowds began to gather.
White Women in Toreador pants
shouting hateful chants
at the small Black girl in a starched White dress
gripping her Mothers hand
Surrounded by racial turmoil
yet courageous and standing tall
Ruby is an inspiration to us all.
Oh sis
Who would have known
You would leave me alone
Such a dream came to me lastnight
We stole a ruby and took flight
As we ran we laughed and giggled
Now your gone far away
The red ruby
I'll keep