Onyx heart oh how it breaks
Red eyes cry painting face
Indigo tears feeling blue
Given best years to you
Amethyst soul once had hopes
Melted away like candle gold
Innermost turmoil loss of sleep
Hope a red river draining me
Emerald eyes that hypnotize
Accompanied by lavender lies
Ruby words that flatter me
Turquoise bird flying free
you convene slow actualization
through unavoidably weakening derision .
your rippling truculence is
ungrudgingly behead by facilitative clearcutness ;
my sleekly violative teflon
randomization of humbling turquoise
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 20–26, 2026)
turquoise slow , rippling
freehearted and tenacious ;
impassively sail
by the aural yellowlegs
dolphinfish are gone sleekly .
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 20–26, 2026)
I stand at the edge of stillness,
a turquoise lake so calm it seems carved
from the breath between my thoughts.
the hills gather close, gentle silhouettes
holding the world in a loose embrace,
and the trees shimmer with
star-shaped leaves
that seem otherworldly
ahead, the moon lifts itself
like a golden clock face,
Roman numerals glowing faintly
as if time has chosen
to reveal its secret architecture.
its reflection drifts across the water,
a glowing ribbon of light
that stretches toward me~
not as a path,
but as a question
my heart already knows
but cannot answer.
in this place,
the hills, the star-leafed trees,
the turquoise stillness,
and the clock-moon
all seem to agree
that time is gentler
than we remember~
a soft turning,
a luminous pause
held in the hands of water.
Sautéed psalms of silver strong
Believing in youth as maturity soothes
It is as it should be in my heart
No longer obsessed with less
Teal tears baptize and bless
Lust all that fuss dismissed
Creating a fuchsia foundation
For a clean heart of love so artistic
Kisses create passionate pulsing poetry
Amethyst heart fails to be imperfect
Yet victorious gloriously worth it
All the waiting praying forsaking
Of the wrong one’s led to
Love’s lavender ladder
Where superior intimacy awaits
Baking basking in indigo intimacy
Singing heart hymns
Turquoise touches melting them
From one note into one song
That dotes strokes sings steams
Hotter than July’s jade dreams
Purple passion new yet old fashion
Perfectly imperfect and ravishing
Parts of me are deep as the seas
Black when mad green when envious
Blue when sad and lacking love’s liquor
There was a time when in yellow youth
I sang satin songs with a silver silky voice
How naive I was to believe in denim dreams
Then red heart beat boisterously brown
And you couldn’t tell me music wasn’t it
That I’d not be a star some distant day
Then beautiful life happened and I grew
Desires changed as well as violet virtues
For mahogany motherhood is full of stars
Stars who create church hymns as lullabies
And original purple praise dances at
Babies firsts the first smiles steps words
I learned that only two men would ever
Love
Me
My God and
My
Son who is indeed my sun
The journey of my inner soul has been
Eye opening and full of lessons
Licorice lessons in black love
Lemon lessons in loss
Lavender lessons in peach patience
I no longer grow turquoise taller in height
But in spirit in mind perhaps
A little more wise
The desert that is my love life
Has a beautiful cactus flower
That only God can touch
I am content
barefoot treading free
cool turquoise ripples lapping
hot golden beaches
AP: Honorable Mention 2020 (poem never posted in PS till 2026)
Mother of Turquoise magic, rules Halloween
in valleys, meadows, alleys, walkways and places unseen
She is not often spotted, because she is truly shy
If you get a glimpse of this beauty, you also might die
She is a powerful sorceress, she has tricks up and down
Magical from her head to her knees, even her gown
Turquoise is her secret, she manipulates it to cast huge spells
She hides out in the land where the wild cat dwells
First fuchsia flower falling
Anointing angel’s
Necklace
Turquoise tears trailing
As if assigned to joy
Souls rejoice
You have arrived
Oh the tangerine
at Turquoise Place.
God’s majesty leaping
out of the water’s depths
or plunging its hues
at sunset. Its vibrations
both calm and cajole.
The half-moon host
is small compared
to the orange outburst.
Little or not,
God uses all,
even and especially,
the wheels on the beach.
I am forever roaming, turquoise,
Thrashing, with a roaring noise.
I'm often kissed by sunset's lips,
Red in passing, on endless trips.
Reflected in my sparkling deeps,
The sky I once was, often peeps.
I'm foliage and flowers and birds.
I am so much, but I'm also earth!
Lately, I'm more blue than green.
Save the planet! Keep it all clean!
Turquoise tenses painting white page
Hazel words denim dancing phrase
Emerald emoji expressed with wit
Sandy sonnets so full of it
Apple cider adjectives pleasantly heard
Urban legend speaking violet verbs
Regal readers rosy bloodshot eyes
United by excited read a red book cries
Song of silver sonnets similes and sighs
Built in the middle of Nowhere,
A gate of turquoise, very rare,
A sculptor carved a figurehead,
The gate was built to guard the dead.
It's best to come on full-moon night,
for the dead don't care for sunlight.
GHOSTLY music is often heard,
And one unidentified word.
It's said, on a September date,
GROANING is heard near the big gate.
GRIEF-STRICKEN singing to the crowd?
Even here, I think not allowed.
Perhaps, in that spot you call GRAVE,
Was, all along, a gateman's slave.
Although GOSSAMER clouds float by,
A GODFORSAKEN place to die!
I love a long holiday and as a general rule
you’ll find me out by a turquoise pool
cause it’s hot outside and I’m nobody's fool.
Closing my eyes I lazily daydream
listening to my favorite music stream
umbrella shaded from harsh sunbeams.
I’ve put away polemic school assignments
for leisure and tastier desultory refinements
like buffalo wings, pizza and dirty martinis
and the barely there cool of a string bikini.
.
.
Songs for this:
Digging your scene by Ivy
The Big Sky (Special Single Mix) by Kate Bush
Can't Be Like This Forever by The Moving Stills
a fresh spring trickles
between crackling turquoise ice ~
rejuvenation
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