Short Peridot Poems

Short Peridot Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Peridot by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Peridot by length and keyword.

By a beach beset with pearl and jade
And shells the shade of amethyst
The ocean, out of sapphires made
Glimmers through the moonstone mist

When sea and sky are aquamarines
Starfish shine from peridot pools
And like the summer breeze serene
July’s treasures flaunt these jewels.

© Ina Goodling  

I am green, a color serene.

Shown as light or dark, and between,

From dress to decor, I will glow-

My birth gem is green Peridot.

I feel calm and poised every day!

In Springtime, light Willow Greens sway.

By Summer, deep Sea-Green runs free,

But by Fall, Pine Green's all I see.

Come Winter, Dark Spruce fills my scene.

I am green, a color serene.

© Sandra Haight  

Rose quartz reposes
in peridot buds
Jade trees dangle
Ruby Reds
Unafraid 
lapis jays swoop
on a topaz cat
with emerald eyes
lazing
under a citrine sun 
Amethyst iris preen
through amber rays
of afternoon 
the shadow 
of a moon stone
whispering
behind an aquamarine sky
A silent pool meditates
in turquoise


1st Place
Contest No. 300 Premier
Sponsor:  Brian Strand
6/21/17

© Dale Gregory Cozart  

Petrichor perfumes the air,
storm violence unleashed;
the force of raindrops on the ground,
the heat of lightning in the street
cleanse earth’s stagnant atmosphere
and primal fragrance is released.
The greens of spring are radiant,
polished malachite and peridot;
each tree dons a gemstone crown,
a reigning verdant king or queen,
country and urban potentates,
with flower followers at their feet.

Copyright March 6, 2022

© Faye Gibson  

I am yellow-green! Peridot the color of self-esteem
Protective against life’s rife that may stream 
I come from the earth’s rich interiors ore, 
xenolith layers that make up its inner core
Purifying positive spiritual energy and well-being
Channeling love  to  intrusive shadows unseen
When sunrays shimmer thru shade tree leaves,
you’ll see me glinting behind the summer breeze
Dewy meadows in warm August blankets at sunrise
I am your luxuriant gift, and you are the prize

© I Am Anaya