Necklace Poems - Poems about Necklace

By Poet "Great memories are the best kind to have but some memories bring a waterfall of tears." all little girls like to play dress up mom had great hats, bags and pearls her pretty white pearl necklace was long around my neck hitting my knees her floppy hats were very colorful the...

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Yaldabaoth's throat was bound ~ by a necklace of pearls secured by Christ's gold (Inspired by the final line of the Song for Saint Ursula, by Hildegard of Bingen)....

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Do not wear pride like a necklace For God detests pride and arrogance Pride does not go unpunished Pride leads to disgrace Humility is rewarded with wisdom While pride begets destruction Cause it takes credit for God’s accomplishments And covets God’s glory Pride demeans others It arrogates sense of Almightiness To a mere mortal Pride stifles growth of other...

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I really must stress, I'm not ashamed of my N/A necklace. We all place in some contests, lose some too despite our best. The literary world has rejection, but we must pause for reflection. A poem one judge may not choose, another may select so don't feel the blues. Our poetry tells its own story, be it an elegy, haiku, sonnet, or humorous- Penning it...

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Quote:"All art is autobiographical. The pearl is the oyster's autobiography". Federico Fellini The Taos Indian crafted jewel, A necklace strung with jade and some other gems. Looked so pretty to me, I bought it on the spot, Presented it to my wife, which she never wore in her life. Once I asked her, why don’t you...

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Luminous lights appear in my long dreams, as my soul, so it seems, holds high a periscope for my heart and mind to see every surrounding scene beyond the heavy, seamed quilt of history laid over my long sleep, my long night — as deeply black as the pupils of my eyes mirroring a moonless, starless mid-night; yet my soul floats within this ever-amassing eternity — wherein gleams...

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victorian jet long string of well-crafted beads treasured memento sepia image with grandmother wearing beads past elegance viewed my own photograph wearing the same string of jet family heirloom...

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This garnet chain you gave me Is proof of your love And in this, your face I see Smiling from above I keep this chain near my heart Wear it every day Me and your love never part In my soul, you stay This garnet chain you gave me Shining in red hue A bond as strong as can be Joining me to you ...

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Scattered on the sandy sea shore, She was thinking of the play of fate, She could have become a large sea conch, But the impatient waves left her alone on the shore. Now she waits to meet her lover in sand, With the longing of love, in the exuberance of beating waves, If the waves could stay still on sand for...

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Brift Jia: Purofetto No Sutorirain Profo hisoria: Enredo Profissional.... Shall speak to those who have interest in wrestling. The Voice of Bruft Jiza spoke through the Mask! His age shall exceed 20 years. they shall se him struggle he among the lions he shall tame them he shall tame the bears and shall ut wrest the marsh meateaters his life will find him dispositioned and he...

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HER LOVELY Necklace - A Didactic Cinquain Necklace Emerald, stringed Clasping, Collaring, existing Ever so emerald Choker 2/11/2023 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2023...

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Enough of a struggle, When we banned goods smuggle To against riches snuggle And soon sound The Bugle Enough of struggle: Lots of body wriggle For Danes’ Illicit Gin That would lots of lips win: South Africa Necklace In Gold dressed like a lace… In my mind a rifle But its mention stifle: Brushes with The Customs Seizing people’s bottoms; Curses of their custom Of sparing not An Atom... Ahead kicking...

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Sitting on the beach, As dusk falls upon the end of shore, I look at the lighthouse, As I see a faint figure, Looking beyond the sea. She holds her chest, As if she is holding a necklace. She waits for her love who is at sea. I believe that she looks so lost and, Lonely then she disappears, Without a single breathe. A ghost. A story. A...

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