Short Bracelet Poems
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Sarah was always dressed in black
and wearing that midnight pear bracelet
made me shiver spotting teeth marks on her neck;
was she a vampiress ready to attack?
Maybe it's me,
But my pages are flipping
Towards the end of my story book
And a new one is about to open
With hands drawn in pair
With bracelet around it both.
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
A bracelet, which once promised so much
Breaks, without force or encouragement
And falls to the wooden floor.
Never before have I felt so free.
And so, as links corrode as hearts do,
We break too.
SAPPHIRE BRACELET,
Holding my hand like two lovers in the park,
Many Admire,
Few Possess,
Bring me self-esteem and preservation,
Beauty and regality,
So i might sparkle,
In an other wise dull world.
I have entered your room, in search
for something classy and new.
For when I saw your golden
bracelet, I knew exactly what to do.
Forgive me,
for I have taken it.
It was just so pretty and shiny.
An old charm bracelet, given up for lost,
spotted in the melting snow
brings summer to her eyes
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She always wore a bracelet of stars.
Sparkled like the galaxy, blinded my vision!
I hope someday we share a wrist.
It’s unfair to hoard beauty like that.
I promise to be careful with it.
It was the last thing I touched.
A child wishing upon the nightly stars.
What a bright star way over there,
another one twinkling just like a diamond.
I want all of them to hold,
one by one I make my bracelet.
What a bracelet of stars to behold.
Coffee at midnight with a friend.
Watching raindrops fall.
Front porch with glass of soda.
Sharing stack of chocolate cookies.
All this has became memories.
Tears flowing like waterfall.
Leaving your bracelet on the coffin.
Like a halo circling, s t a r s.
Golden hues surround my wrist.
Bright, intricate; swoon is ours.
Twilight eyes I won’t resist.
Loosen chain; the rise of s c a r s.
Smooth with oil and balm, then kissed.
We gaze into darkened star lit night
God has a good sense of humor
he plays pictogram with stars in sky
the Angels arrange them out of order
with one touch God links them together
creating a beautiful bracelet for our view
Wearing his bracelet, she was a sight
made of bright twinkles, and swirling moonlight.
Given by Vincent and his vivid brush,
the bold starry night did not blush.
As he gazed from his hospital room,
Night was the bride, Vincent the groom.
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we look into the sky for solace
searching for meaning in the Milky Way
a bracelet of charms, innocent and flawless
poised to embrace our fears and dismay
with its ageless, everlasting splendor and grace
inviting our eyes to touch and play
A bracelet of stars adorn the sky
Twinkling brightly they gleam in one’s eye
They light up the dark of night
A string of beauty, a heavenly delight
Stars are a wonder, a godly treasure
Hung in the night for earthly pleasure.
Sun has slipped beneath the dark horizon
Sky decked in a bracelet of stars,
Is seen a bride in golden brocade.
She looks so radiant without any scars
Lured by the beauty of that sight
My soul, into celestial heights takes flight.
Life resembles a bracelet of shiny stars
that gleam to show their sparkling best.
The brightest ones gift us fine memoirs
while dimmer ones offer up a test-
accepting life with varied ebbs and flows-
for when complete, each best forever glows.
Was it fashioned by Navajo?
I do not know, I said. But I love it.
Maybe it is Hopi, grandfather suggested.
Or Zuni.
It doesn’t matter to me, I told him.
I absolutely love it.
I would love it more if I knew, he said.
Why does he have to love it? It is mine.
Was it fashioned by Navajo?
I do not know, I said. But I love it.
Maybe it is Hopi, grandfather suggested.
Or Zuni.
It doesn’t matter to me, I told him.
I absolutely love it.
I would love it more if I knew, he said.
Why does he have to love it? It is mine.
Floating in the amorous sequined stellar sky
in mystique bejeweled night you came enticed
in my embellished dream where for you
I made a sparkling bracelet of stars.
The euphoric gems felt your heart’s rhythm
in cadenced galactic concerto of my passion.
Sparkling Trinkets
Holding locked up memories
Ultimately mine
Silver strands of gentle fleece are bold
Stars twinkle when the skies are cold
Gems wrapped softly upon your fair wrist
A celestial cradle floats like ivory mist
Orions circle hangs upon a winter's day
Galaxies serenade us, up, up and away
I glimpse around a jeweller’s plush boutique,
for token of affection, silver star-studded bracelet,
I’d shower diamonds on my treasured darling,
whose lambent aura sets my heart ablaze,
with her blissful smile and gleaming eyes,
band of ornaments from me starstruck beau
Toothpaste
soap
candles
Matches
three dimes
small yellow rubber ducky
Dog treats
diet pills
red, white and blue buttons,
assortment of threads
rickrack
scotch tape
needles
missing bracelet
pincushion
measuring tape
Nails
stickers
temporary tattoos
Sewing box gone wild
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wearing my cologne
tux shirt
leather braided ankle
bracelet
no panties
lax'd hern
mine
yacht