Garnets Poems

X-Ray

X-Ray 
Seeing past the skin. 
Everything is transparent. 
Dark edges with azure bones. 
Nothing is broken. 
Portfolio is translucent. 
A journey like no other. 
A simple man just passing through. 
Bones to the grave. 
A new chapter awaits. 
X-rays of the past. 
With memories behind, you can fly at last. 
A new body, a new spirit. 
Inherit the clouds like oval garnets. 
Melody at rest. 
On air with balance. 
A good life on earth. 
Don’t weep for me in the dirt. 
Up here there's no thirst.

Garnets

Gems of sunset adorn
Gelid skies of Janus;
Garlands of blood-beads cast
Glints on glacial landscape,
Giving brief warm relief...
Glimmering sparks to thaw
Grief's glassy ice-shards.

Garnet

Gorgeous antique bracelet
Golden twist on my wrist
Gems of deep red garnets
Glistening, glittering
Garnished with seeded pearls
Glowing soft milky white
Great grandmother’s bequest

Bloody Interpetation

This poem is made of iced coffee,
this poem is made of caffeinated black;
This poem is made of shredded soul,
this poem is made of whatever’s left;
This poem is made of garnets,
this poem is made of rose quartz;
This poem is made of a melody 
this poem is made of the forgotten;
This poem is made of broken glass, 
this poem is made of what shattered;
This poem is made of the damned,
this poem is made of wanton desire;
This poem is made of what’s retrograde,
this poem is made of everything direct;
This poem is made of awkward silence,
this poem is made of mindless chatter;
This poem is made of the first sunrise,
this poem is made of the final sunset;
This poem is made for bloody interpretation;
Who cares what this poem is made out of?

December Evening

December evening, silver and scarlet
Icicles and tinsel shimmer
Festive lights like dazzling garnets
Begin to glitter, glow and glimmer

December evening, scarlet and silver
The darkest season’s full of light
And coldest, though a pleasant shiver
Is felt upon this silent, holy night.

Golden Days

Purple blooms, lost in amber noontime luster,
Fragrantly crowding, in richest beauty cluster.
Sunshine gold seems to shimmer just for her,
As red butterflies wander, with many a flutter!

Awash in garnets, green trees of summertime,
And golden sapphires, warm roses on a vine,
Sparkle all the memorable days, citrine shine,
And flashing colors, of a diamond sun divine!

Magical

cool mists and warm sun
draw forth rubies and garnets
magic from thin air

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THIRD PLACE WINNER
For the H Forms - Traditional Nature Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Checked with HowManySyllables.com
Written 03/02/2022

Our Bountiful God

OUR BOUNTIFUL GOD

Our God is bountiful because
in one open pomegranate,
He shows us whole orchards
of rubies and garnets,
multiplied like the feast
from five loaves and two fish.

Our God is bountiful because
He sends blessings by angels 
like dandelion seeds on feathery wings
to people far away.

Our God is bountiful because 
He sacrificed His only Son
to bleed red floods
to immerse everyone,
like His rainbow arching over the world.

Our God is bountiful because...

Blood Red Gem

I spent my day shopping for rubies
searching for jewels, glittering red
love of Venus, in strawberry stones
fortune favours, that's how they said.
 
diadem of diamonds, splashes amber   
fierce blaze of fire, polished in shine
red rose pendant glowing in whims
superstellar color, garnets crystalline.
    
Here's the real ruby, in its royal scepter
pale moonlight, russet autumn shades  
crowned on this ring, an euphoric cherry?  
No, it's just a fake, the tint masquerades.
 
Her wedding dress of red silk brocade, 
poppies and buttercups sewn to the hem.
A matching ruby to flicker a misaligned fate, 
a hardened heart buys, the blood red gem.




19th July 2020



Sponsor	Julia Ward
Contest Name	First Line Prompt - 3 |

Prettiest of the Pretties

She had the utmost prettiest of pretty things
Ruby bracelets, broaches of garnets, diamond rings
Some looked up to her because of her fancy clothes.
Who these thinkers were providence only knows.
I waited for her to make her move, not yet impressed.
She was all of that, beautiful, and gorgeously dressed.
I suspected she would be vile, selfish, insanely mean.
But instead she had kindness such as I had never seen.

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My View of Heaven

Sapphires, rubies, emeralds, garnets, gold, silver, and topaz
Compared to our super beautiful heaven have no pizzazz.
This mystical magical angel empowering kind place 
Is completely indescribable by the human race.
Lit by the glory of our loving omniscient God’s lit hue, 
this place is more vivid than the famous gem, Oppenheimer Blue.
There are twelve gates, twelve archangels, patiently waiting in line
 to welcome you to your self-actualized own sublime.
Gold and silver mountains that make Mount Everest seem small, 
embrace newly-arriving anticipating souls, one and all.
Colors more vivid than a mere human eye can decipher
 surround a heavenly novice, if they are not hyper.
The hyper are introduced to colors cool and calm
that play on their emotions like a soothing love song.
The magnificence of this cannot be gleaned,
It takes a bit of time to completely be seen.

*RHYMING     Describe Heaven Poetry Contest        Sponsor: Faraz Ajmal

Date 8/28/2018

After This

1/19/16

That is it
After this
No matter if
The road ahead is hazardous
Beside many establishments
Waters with or without halibuts
And areas where the ground and air has traces of contaminants

Bought her a lot of amethyst
And garnets that were called mandarins
So that whenever she wanted too, she could dress up and feel glamorous

In the liquor cabinet
Was bottles, some of which were extravagant
And they typically had either a cork or twist cap on it

Others showing their true colors
Fussing over nothing 
Then being animus
Because they are desperate and ravenous

I told you you're soft and gelatinous
Stop trying to talk blasphemous
Or you'll get burned like a lot of cannabis

Bought some amulets
And found a box of talismans
What it said and meant, caused me to conduct my own analysis

My Grandmother's Ring

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

Demantoid Garnet Gem

Dazzling like a sparkling green diamond
Eyes lit up when I opened the velvet box!
My birthstone for Aquarius is garnet 
Almandine is most common form with a rich red colour
Not for me -I wanted something more unusual
The jeweler had to order it in especially for me
Of course it came with a very hefty price tag!
It is called the 'star of garnets' as its name means diamond like
Demantoid is a particularly rare form of the garnet gemstone

A Gem for your verse
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire

10~22~16

Boom and Bang

Can a moon fit in a ladle? No. Can a white ball explode a street? Yes. It is the will of the entwined serpent symbol to eradicate lives in a global swoop. Much planning. Quarterisation of countries. Count 1:2 3 4 5 then move. Octagonal month. Smash. No not good. Gaming garnets gathering guns grabbing. Gibbering. And a dissatisfied cloud. Very upset. Wailing ashes through tears. A torso ripped like an unwanted bill or letter. And that parsnip in an ornately dressed suit. Triple a multitude and multiply by 6000. Crest created. Derogatory. No haha. Definitely not. Definition is simply nit derived from statutory provisions. No xxxxx for flesh erosions. Z to it. Multidimensional 9% of a global glove.

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