Earring Poems - Poems about Earring

My lighted island, Hidden somewhere behind the red rocks, Somewhere between the jingling of bangles As I reach out to you. My lighted island, Lies behind the rusted walls of the blue city, Among the trembling of my long earrings. My lighted island, Winks at me from the colors of the bustling market, I find it in the strong scent of fish, In the muffled...

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Whenever I stare at you, you also gaze. You have beautiful eyes; I'm amazed. Words cannot convey the turban's grace, Its presence adds to your beauty's embrace. Your bright face, your sparkling eyes, Your fancy pearl, your charming smiles All are attractive, all are impressive, All are simple, all are amazing. But, Maria, whispers linger, Making you seem...

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I’m struck by the stark contrast of her image which leaps out against a black background Meeting the gaze of her piercing blue eyes I find her so beautiful much more alluring than the Mona Lisa A colourful teal and gold turban hides her tresses perhaps giving emphasis to a solitary pearl earring which skims the collar of her gown Her enigmatic expression hides a secret Parted ruby red lips are...

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a look of love- into eternity's mirror...

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GIRL WITH A PEARL EARRING by Johannes Vermeer I am covered In shades of light An exotic dress In gold and white An oriental turban In blue and gold And a pearl earring That shimmers bold Lips parted As if to speak Bright eyes turning To take a peek Who are you Who capture me? A simple girl I'm your tronie In a fleeting moment I turn my head My eyes...

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Excerpt by : Kahlil Gibran And in the summer heat the reapers say, "We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair." As the sun began to drop in the sky the angels fell forward to watch her sleep In her mind a cloud resided, a...

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Atop my mirrored dresser are earrings, and many pretty pairs are on display along with necklaces and other things. I love my jewelry but oh, one day! I saw a lovely pair had lost one mate! Pure sapphire was the set. I almost cried to see just one remained. What was the fate of that lost gem? To look for it, I...

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Nobody knows I have it But I know it’s still there Your earring in my pocket Let’s me pretend you care You left it just the other night I found it on the floor Your earring in my pocket Gives me hope that there is more It’s just a little thing It’s not part of the plan With your earring in my pocket For a moment...

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The husband said, “I must confess my car is a horrendous mess.” He knew his wife could not ignore health hazards. She would do this chore. She offered, “Take my car to work while I clean yours.” He wore a smirk as off he drove. I’ve got ‘er trained, he thought, and she has NOT complained! That night he found his car half-clean. He...

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"Girl with a Pearl Earring" is an oil painting by Dutch Golden Age painter Johannes Vermeer, dated c. 1665. Going by various names over the centuries, it became known by its present title towards the end of the 20th century after the earring worn by the girl portrayed there. Wikipedia Artist: Johannes Vermeer Dimensions: 44 cm x...

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Mesmerizing pearl Exquisite timeless jewel Balanced harmony Enchanted luminescence Canvas beauty for all time. Johannes Vermeer: The Girl With a Pearl Earring Image by Robertwaghorn pixabay...

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bad start ~ engagement ring lost at new year's ball ...

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That pensive look on her sweet face Just like a child of mine. Her eyes seem to follow you with Dominion that's divine. Northwest light on soft blush hued cheeks Her grey-green eyes lay bare Perhaps a secret rendezvous In enigmatic stare. Wet lips stained as if with cherries Delft blue scarf hides her hair... In penchant blossom of her youth Portrait of beauty...

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A hidden treasure shiny and gold underneath my pillow almost a perfect circle once hanging from a lovely earlobe on the gypsy lover that came and went with the moon. The wind has brought me her name this morning I recall the blue and gold scarf that draped her shoulders apple-blossom cheeks bright red lips slightly apart affection waiting to love my gypsy lover with golden earring.. This symbol of such...

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I am a suitor sneaking upon her or perhaps a light breeze upon her shoulder exasperation or is it disappointment parts her lips, simple indifference, unfulfilled hope? turban undisturbed, in careful turn from light would be I the target of her stare, the reason for embalmment leap to me, to sit on this Mauritshus bench. ©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins...

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