Short Rhinestones Poems
Short Rhinestones Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Rhinestones by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Rhinestones by length and keyword.
glitzy glittering sparkly blue and white Christmas snow
virginal with Jack Frost rhinestones where Santa's sleigh will go
cascading crystals fall......... like
rhinestones from the sky
a shower of ,
your endless love
on me before I die.
dressing the twilight
with rhinestones of red passion
lovers flame warm lips
Creative Haiku for Charlotte Puddifoot
Sept 21/2014
she is a graceful swan
dressed in taffeta with roses
and tiny rhinestones that glitter as she swoops
her legs are pointers
her arms are magical,
she is a swan
I love chrome bumpers
Sequins on headbands
Rhinestones on sweaters
Colored gemstones that are polished
Confetti, glitter,
Anything ritzy, ditzy or sparky
I love shiny things
Could I be a crow?
in the cosmos, communication is constantly zipping and zinging
on fiber optic wavelengths only evolved aliens can decipher and see
imagine them as firefly rhinestones in lavender, coral and turquoise.
I am
far
too
i r r e p r e s s i b l e
to be
confined by a
c l o s e t.
oversized sequins
miniature mirrors
diamond tiara
faux zirconia
Christmas tree tinsel
antique rhinestones
jewelry for prom
crystal dresses
princess carriage
clean mirror
diamond ring
dazzling
sparkling
bling
If I had a squirrel tail
I would wash it and blow dry it every day
My clothes would be altered, to feature said tail
I would show it off with rhinestones and beads.
I might even dye it and add glitter
If I had a squirrel tail
Rhinestones and; liquid diamonds
oozing down heavens stairway
in the form of an effervescent waterfall
enhancing Hawaiian jungle vegetation
in the most delightfully lively way
i watch in awe
enthused by God’s gift to me today
A golden fortune
lingers along the patterns
of my palm; a opiate suave
the mere touch; a picturesque
symbolic of greed and dishonor
thousands of lips taste
swiped corporate rhinestones
By Glenn McCrary
© 2012 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)
bull ride belt buckle
engagement diamond
the venus north star
frosty icicles
a streak free mirror
diamond earrings
chrome on a truck
sixties sequins
crystal ball gown
polished boots
clean dentures
tiara
sparkling
rhinestones
shine
Religious votives
light a somber lair.
A hole I fathered
with rhinestones of doubt
and swatches of fault.
Sentinels loom -
vapid gargoyles
crouch in ghostly
contemplation
ogling my
handiwork.
Poised to pounce
when the
flames die
out.
dazzling rhinestones in the azure sky
ethereal feeling that heaven is watching
crescent moon brighter than usual
streaks of lingering cosmos in stardust form
constellations peeking through gorgeous clouds
wolf’s howl dares to break the reverent silence
sky wrapped in rhinestones
knitting hands through love’s compass
as one velvet star
pointing beam on embossed eyes
…he moans soft in light, my ” dawn!”
©
Linda Marie’s Swinging on A Star
By nette onclaud
glitzy colored rhinestones
popping in and out
with the help of the light
looking like pirate's loot
worn on grandma's coat
left over from 1942
a spider or a tiger
sometimes a snake
holiday brings out better ones
memories sear through relatives
glitzy colored rhinestones
pinned on those who remember
Your Tiara
105 rhinestones glued into cheap elegance
Trying to be more
Silver plating, like your mind, chips
Magical and awkward
Worn to pressed dinner parties
Invitations and assigned seating
Little metal clips securing you your class
So dangerous - Only a pin to hold you
Published: Poetry Bus
Your Tiara
105 rhinestones glued into cheap elegance
Trying to be more
Silver plating, like your mind, chips
Magical and awkward
Worn to pressed dinner parties
Invitations and assigned seating
Little metal clips securing you your class
So dangerous - Only a pin to hold you
Publish4d: The Poetry Bus
Dusk moves over for twilight, rhinestones in the sky make ominous shadows
Voices around the campfire get softer, some people are silenced. Laughter has
slowed. Reverence for the night permeates the evening air.
twilight reverence
softer campfire voices
rhinestone stars twinkle
Spritely now, powdered grains brush on the docks
And then rouse four winds,draped among treetops
Naming stars, through far up painted moonlight
Dressed in rhinestones , gold-dust hails summer rites.
For Andrea Dietrich's Contest
Four-Letter Words:An Acrostic ChallengePoetry
28 August 13
Barbie hails from India
With dark eyes and ebony hair
Slick and straight, soft to the touch
Her golden sarong is exotic and chic
Adorned with rhinestones and pearls
There is such a glitzy-ness to this Barbie
She must be of the highest caste I think
Nothing else would make sense
I get ready to put henna on her hands
Coral Bell was a dainty, delicate faerie.
She often wore the colors of the sea
Her iridescent gowns shimmered
Sparkling with pearls and rhinestones
Reminding the mermaids of ocean waves
I wish I was a faerie, said a mermaid, to herself.
I wish I was a mermaid, Coral Bell thought.
Neither realizing they were perfect the way they were.
snow is exquisitely beautiful
when it is fresh, it dazzles like rhinestones
rivaling water droplets on a spider’s web
snow is pristine before we make steps in it
she brings a magic
replicated by nothing else
refreshing, enlightening, revitalizing
she changes the ambiance of air and field
nothing changes a day as fast as pristine white snow
The yin and the yang of my artistic self
parades in the world of imagination,
I know I need a bit of both,
but I do have a favorite
I like the glitz and the glamour of the sequined stars,
The rhinestones of snow, and the pure whiteness of clouds
They add the right flavor to the rest of myself
For I am oranges and reds, swirling in wild paisleys.
We all wanted feline female cat glasses in 1952.
We could get them with silvery rhinestones too.
I wanted them for sure, when I saw them later.
For in 1952 I was still cooking in an incubator.
These cat glasses were worn by each movie star.
We loved them so, they were glitzy from afar.
By 1962 they were no longer the thing to wear.
By then I was ten. Fashion at this age gave me not a care.