Best Tourmaline Poems
Dear anxiety
Nemesis to my reality,
mental manipulator of tentative trust,
massacring my once sagacious soul -
you cut me into a slice of loneliness.
The fault is in our thoughts,
so I am haunted by the things you never said.
You remain silent to society's subjective eyes,
but a glimpse of a poet's soul shivers,
to these vivid verses held by ghosts -
echoing a repetitive chorus in a cathedral of screams.
I'm an uninvited guest in an audience with you,
so I drink poison in every line I write about you.
These words burn my vocal chords,
but I swallow them anyway,
as my paper heart pumps onyx drops
crying through my veins to heartache's recital
of an infected celestial mind yearning for a remedy.
But life is a cupid cruelty in dulcet disguise,
when your heart is a sinister seashell,
oblivious to potions of omen brewed in pigments of pixie-dust.
You're an unwelcome melody to my mystic,
composing an internal deadly demeanour.
I am the ink stuck in your cage,
dissolving like acid in your controlled carnage,
confined to trembling bleeding intuitions,
lost in corridors of horrific obscure mirrors,
whilst paranoia palpitates in a whirling haze of
magnetic ice warmth, melting my sanity,
amidst crumbling stars that lure cavernous comets
of silver grief to pirouette above frozen seas draped with
a fluorescent creme of skies.
As oceanic tides of topaz rise and fall,
flatlined into pewter streams of emptiness.
The moon coruscates in coral blue lies,
passing through intractable phases of trepidation,
abandoning light in black tourmaline nights -
pivoting into a psychedelic trance.
Rainbows fade before we can embrace
their colorful showers drizzling jade jewels
that rhyme with kaleidoscopic kismet,
as life through rose coloured lenses turns
into a provisional poetic manifestation.
If only I could escape this self-inflicted dungeon,
but you pursue like a perpetual predator.
I'll forever expose your oppression through my poems,
confessing how I never asked for this enforced affair.
I know I'm my own storm, I'm my own calm -
I just hope this is the last time I write about you.
We grasp shadows flow over magenta light
in the crystal trails of tourmaline
yes, both of us will leave.
to the celestial abeyance of pasty white
neon embers in starburst trim
for now, I'll stoop and write.
Let's have a nap beneath the towering redwoods
we'll watch "forgets" fly with natural hammering
together, let's find out how to solve the mystery
lyrical hues in lustrous iridescence.
We just shrug our shoulders and cheerfully
understand our linked introspection
here, in the peaks, where the sun shines
let's soar with the creative spirit of life.
Blew away the flushed, blushing bliss
on her whispering wings
white fog rolls out onto the calm ocean
which gathers the incoming stillness
a phosphorescent steeple is adorned.
Strolling the fog-covered hills, gazing at the bay
let us sip moonbeams from the blazing lighthouse
sunlight swirled exotic zaffre mist in a ritzy haze
enjoying the warmth and the water shimmer
resting comfortably in a lovely night-line
Damselflies rose to the lush sky's eerie sighs
A hazy veil curves across huge terrains.
sunlight sparkles on the winding river
comfortable, long-drifting
to the whispering rouge
of a nuptial serenade
only time matters.
"There is time," she whispers
There will be plenty of time
Written: December 28, 2022
A Freed Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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,
in strokes of whispered shimmer
a rainbow flares.
In a seamless symphony,
a fresco of shades
unfurls in the sky.
Amid the onyx,
woven in clouds gossamer,
winter moon glows in a frosty sheen.
In luminous rhapsodies,
she hums opal notes
of wistful longings to the sea’s restless soul.
Drenched in ethereal blushes,
the sea becomes a shimmering midnight hymn—
choristers of spectral silver.
O'er the skyline’s silken scarlet,
March dusk in tourmaline blush, twilight lyrics
of a sundown serenade.
Amidst the concerto,
swirling crimson, a swoop of swallows
in shimmering shadows.
They dart off into the tinted eventide,
their wing beats, an echo of lingering silence.
KISSING THE MOON
Twilight displays striations of multicolored light.
The shrewd sun and morose moon, begin to fight.
Amber spreads her net across the horizon of night.
Five minutes pass, and appears, a beautiful sprite,
pirouetting across the burgeoning couple’s plight,*
fanning out skirts of tourmaline tints, blushing spite –
rufescent. Soul reverberates, this explosion of might,
viewed through a woman’s eyes, so vivaciously bright.
The sun blows a kindred kiss, disappears out of sight,
as the giddy moon bids adieu in black and blue flight.
2/12/2017
*engagement of sun and moon
Our voyage begins holding each other
slowly captivating space filled magic begins
warmly with glory be sings under spells
Grace is blessed always
with deep warm joy kissing beats
the true love inside fails to die
A hunter's moon smiles in the Heaven's
under the cradle of thoughts over and back gently whispers
your starlight gives birth to beauty gentle dove
Entering the soul kingdom opening chambers
adorned tourmaline inside this rainbow key of divine colours
a treasure uniquely true rare shines through pure
unrhymed tercets
T i me
I’m a mistress to your fleeting cycles,
constantly constricting,
russet-deep pupils
that see the maroon rain~
veiled in honey and turmeric flames…
Today I lift my hands
in s i l e n c e
to spin pearls of prayers
from
strings of patience...
for I am my Sun’s~
your maternal daffodil
singing songs of solace
as you rise~
facing the unknown
nestled on the cusp of summer storms,
while the sky wears dazzling dreams
and answers you seek,
tensed amidst the tourmaline
twinkling along
the trail of thought…
Yet I hope
you'll trace seraphic streaks,
oblivious to the material mists.
Life goes beyond ink on paper~
calculating missteps,
evaluating errors.
We are more than specks of
sand and stardust,
sailing through streams
of lessons learned,
awaiting the return of winged comets~
for we are sleep-waltzing
through this sphere,
and to the angels,
we shall
r e s u me
So let the frost of fears
and icy embers of terrors
thaw and melt,
rippling in waves of wisdom.
For you are more than a
prisoner to pages
of unresolved equations.
You are the constant, the sum,
the ultimate key to the paradox.
Remember~
my love for you
weighs heavier than
trinkets and treasures…
You are~
the rhyme to my sonnet,
the reason to my rhythm,
the muse that prompts me,
and I breathe,
and I live
to be your
twilight
when the world
forgets that
you
are
an ethereal star,
brighter than the rosiest dawns.
I am Sphinx Stone, Sun stationed statue
silent sculptured synoptic, not marble or
granite nor black tourmaline or crystal
timelines cutting cross my magnetic
magenta miracle to dissipate in dry
desert winds, my gaze unmoved
as quizzing quantum queens swirl
around a Blue Planet ascending
Sphinx Stone gathering goddess’ goodness
whilst slippery Sophi-el sprinkle sparkle
Nile evaporations down Sumerian
phantom phœnix photons
here I stare broken-nosed across vast
expansions exiting or entering dual
portal claws hot rooted into Violet Flames
of Mother Earth belying my etheric origins
Did Leo descend from helium heavens
painstakingly perfect from His tumultuous
gut with goblets of gold, goblins gyrating ?
ask you may North African secrets slither
no soiled sounds to simmer in sandy
storms or scarlet sunsets spreading
spells, silence my singular speech to
skulls of pharaohs or peasant alike
I am Sphinx Stone, my silhouette
signposted in simple or significant sigils
Saturn’s starlit sighs bypass not my
knowing aloof yet vacant stare which
agelessly gather stories of aeons
imprinting dreams of God into manifest
luminosity becoming your words on lion
bones or this ephemeral page
Sphinx Stone I see sabian riddled profiles
making prolific progress patterns filled
with steely grit, come now release
agitated ages of bygone bitters to
prick or paddle dimensions where
appled anemones sing my stare into song to
swallow swiftly sweetly slivers of sanctities
I remain Sphinx Stone stable
unsullied forevermore
i often wondered why did October
in all of her beauty
become national breast cancer month
the trees bear resemblance to the sun
the yellow, orange, scarlet folds
softly spiraling in the cool winds
was it the red, as it tumbled down
a remembrance of blood shed
as lives were lost?
was it the bitter cold bite
that signified ending
and the bare trees
that followed
as fall exited?
as i looked around me
daybreak blushed across the sky
the trees lined the streets
flushed in reds and oranges
the dormant green grass
began yellowing around the edges
amidst all of this
were fields of pink
a thousand little flags
slow dancing in the wind
as leaves twirled around them
each flag depicting
a life touched
a battle fought
a win or loss
against this disease
i then realized
October's birthstone
pink tourmaline
is said to have many faces
express every mood
foster inner harmony
and strength
it all makes sense
as i look at each flag
i see faces of many
in my community
a battle they all fought
unwillingly
i see joy
i see sorrow
i see pain
a mother
a sister
an aunt
and i see memory
all together
in fields of pink
and i now understand...
Sandy Adams
11/02/2013
pinktober contest
Inspired by the high school children
I am proud to drive to school... they raised
over 1000 dollars for breast cancer
by selling these flags, the school grounds
are fields of pink and most the flags dedicated
to those lost...I dedicate this poem to them and
our community! Thanking them for the inspiration!
Him possible trance transcending
Watering our possible moving
Her possible walk longing
Wavering our dove, steps crawling
Dust mixt feeling,
For the orphan sick
Core mystery mere tormenting
Polishing our poetry, tourmaline
Close mystery tears palavering
Featuring our millions, dreaming
Task rude kick tambouring,
For the organ seeks playing
Him passive sweet sweating,
Rolling our mountain sliding
Her possible pain shaving
Waxing our low bread, preaching
Crowd foul, mild clapping,
For the prophet still sobbing
The path led to rose bushes cul de sac.
Early in the morning, we sat down to rest.
Dewdrops are still shining on the track.
At our feet, a swarm of ladybugs, deft.
Petrichor arose as the July rains left us back.
A strain expressing your clumsy affection.
Tune into your breathing and heartbeat.
This is a dreamy time for such passion.
Flog love is bound to the cul-de-sac part.
It is essential to preserve buried emotion.
This curvy, icy nook is set in a helix maze.
Poetry and syncopation reignite the fire.
Even talking may be risky at night phase.
Shut the door if you wish to quell desire.
Light should be veiled by a smoky haze.
Platonic ties might be a bottomless sack.
Lyricism, zeal, and merit are key factors.
The outcome of love, then, is not a cul-de-sac.
if these are quickly obfuscating actors.
Intending that love is the sweetest shack
A full moon glides through winter dreams.
The cul-de-sac ice rink is nearing its end.
Facing reality while reminiscing streams.
Droplets seize their will to settle and wend.
Twilight moon shines with merry schemes.
Ashen-faced friends slow-motion blast.
In the cul-de-sac, the lovely house fades.
Sleeping flies swirl the remaining cast.
My cup is filled with an autumn shade.
Affinity seems to be a shackle of fact.
Only going out mattered, for a brief time.
Spring equinox has just been drenched.
Paddle a boat through the azure, sublime
The skeletons' soliloquy was quenched.
Without other elements, this is grime.
The lake thawed as the ice started to glow.
for the goal of exposing the ostentatious.
Cut on a slant, with a glimmer of a rainbow,
As my mother would say, you are gracious.
This is not how you wish your child to grow.
That desolate road cul-de-sac of shame.
I imagine the life I'd lead there as a coward.
Swans, a lake house, and a child on tame.
The tourmaline-dazzling wisteria has soured.
Parents were overjoyed to view the game.
1st place contest winner
Written: February 02, 2023
This Or That, Vol 16 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Shades of Awakening
Cool of the moon dampened the heat of the sun.
Corals of sleep invigorate the restful one.
Falling awake on this crystal clear morn,
Into cerulean, my soul is born.
Naked and relaxed, aquamarine inspired,
Freedom of expression aligns, with what is desired.
Torso eases heavenward, raising the headless mind higher,
The soul whispers chartreuse, countering any mire.
The nose is the first to welcome, summer’s warm breath,
Lilac reminiscence, of youthful ambition’s clash with death.
Eyes ease open with a newborn's stare,
Taking lavender and wonder, of what may be there.
The sun’s rays creep evermore slowly into morning’s night.
Providing focus and saffron, toward the One true Light.
Silent beauty abounds, and finally words begin to take shape,
Lemon thoughts of what may lie beyond the drape.
With a backward bounce rolling into an upward leap,
A tangerine mind set robs gravity of its attempt to keep.
As if steadied with a rare watermelon tourmaline,
The first step of the day brims with summertime hues unforeseen.
Tuesday, 12:00 am
Tonight t'was the stars
I'll cascade a memorizing moon
Glimmering sanctified silence
along with
trickling twilight for
iconoclast ink,
the serpentine key to
sacred myrrh melodies
of my heirloom heart~
O glamorous specs of
citrine care to each
unravelling amber acrostic.
Under wakening oaks
blooming fuchsia fairytales
and coral morganites
of swallowing solitude,
I weave autumn aventurines
of the daring
despicable and an
endearing enigma
of woeful
belladonna blues.
Whilst stirring up wrinkled
jasper jupiters of
milky ways in
weary kaleidoscopic
eyes of a moon
pearled blanket,
my honeyed haikus
roar a beryl spar against
virtuoso villanelles
for mystical
shimmering spotlights
in a tourmaline moon dance~
Along sapphire sonnets
of idealized introspection
gurgling inside woe
casting whirls,
I ponder of whom is
able to grasp iridescent
chords of my sodalite soul
as well as the vocal
verses of
cinder cinquains~
For my soaked stanzas
of jade juxtapositions
are topaz tattoos
of pleasant peridots
of every trickling tear;
yet to remain wiped away.
In an heart sickened
topia of lilt lilacs
and magnificent miracles,
I forsooth you'll discover
a poetess' daffodil dreams
wrapped in blankets of
moonstone metaphors~
Waltzing under
whimsical wisteria in
lavender ballrooms
of gazing serenity sestinas,
I wonder the bliss
of lolite lagoons
in alluring dreams
an elysian ear shall
be lent to the
ode oasis of my
soft hesitant herald heart
and that vexed verses
of sojourned stanzas
will be understood.
A
Curelean
Sapphire
Acetylene
Sky
A
Lapis
Tourmaline
Ultramarine
Sea
A
Bruised
Metallic
Periwinkle
Sigh
A
Pale
Cobalt
Velvet
Monday
Echos of silent lights swirling,
dancing, surrounding this sky
so calm
So many stars lucky enough to
be witness to this invitation
only metamorphasis
Silently whispering it's colors
of alabaster and tourmaline
intertwinded as if bonded
in marriage
Reflections of aquamarine and
tourquise bouncing off a lake
below, bearing a face so ice
crystal blue, it appears as
though it is pure sheets of glass
not a single ripple in sight
Slowly descending from the
heavens, bumping ever so gently
into each other as though playing
a game of tag
Their patterns uniquely individual
yet surprisingly familiar forms
made even more delightful by
their sounds of silence
Time to fade into the night
this celestial burst returning
to where it was birthed
Dimming like tail-lights in
the fog as the sun eases up
over the horizon,
For it is now her time to dance
in the sky
This is picture inspired of the northern lights
Oh! good people ,
Congolese of Democratic
Republic of the Congo,
One of good and kind nations in the World
Very hospitable
And Sociable
Peaceful
And Joyful
Pentient
And Loving
Very tolerant
And faithful
Beautiful place where there are more natural
Rivers Waterfalls
Lakes Islands
Forests Beaches
Parks Caves
Gardens Petrol
Gaz Salt
Minerals resources like:
Tourmaline
Coppers
Cobalts
Zincs
Coltans
Golds
Rubies
Diamonds
Lithium,Uranium , Beryllium ,Silver ,Emerald ,Steel Supphire ,Mercury ,Casterites manganese ... ETC.
Country where people pick up some minerals after heavy rains,
Second biggest African country with more than hundered millions people,
Country of many ethnic groups with more beautiful and wise women,
Country with more national wildlife reserves where you can find: Elephants ,Impalas ,Rhinos Nyala, Buffalos ,Donkeys,Lions ,Mangroves ,Leopards, Snake,
Tigers ,Eagles,Gorillas,Cobras,Chimpanzees ,Peacocks
Monkeys , and Other sorts of animals and birds.
Oh! United people ,
humble nation on earth,
People who know the real meaning of forgiving and forgetting,
People who were aggressed by their neighbours from 1996 to now,
More than 14 millions Congolese died in the Wars,
Genocides, Massacres And kidnappings.
People who always preach peace and love in the World.
Cry , Crying with those crying in Congo daily,
Pray,Praying with those praying for Congo daily,
Assist ,Assisting Congolese to come out of decades wars.
I share my pain with World.
Written 20- 2- 2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris