Jewellery Poems

Jewellery poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of jewellery poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on jewellery are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Nepalese In Chinatown

Nepalese In Chinatown short poem

Tables laden with stones and gems, Adornment for a lady and her hems. Cat’s eyes in necklaces, sapphires and rubies, Shimmering in oriental colors- Such beauties! Strange and mystical dark objects, Matched by inscrutable, smiling Nepalis. Eager to please and

Poems containing references to : Jewellery

MangalSutra

MangalSutra short poem

The black beads set amidst the gold beads A jewellery, to be adorned eternally. Reminding us the promises we had made To keep the hearts, happy and hale… Amidst the feast, glitter, and flowers On a hustling, happening and upbeat

A Collection

A Collection long poem

I’ m kohl dark, darker than darkness, my skin, coarse and dirty, disturbs you. but you say dark is beautiful! you are “correct”! although I smile, it’s painful. And you get up and go the moment I sit next to

Have You Ever Been In My Country?

Have You Ever Been In My Country? short poem

Have you ever seen the sun setting and the moon rising together the three oceans mixing with each other the peacock welcoming the rain where the farmer will be found tinkling the golden wheat grain where we will find the

The Wrong Vision

The Wrong Vision short poem

I remember watching tv as a boy, I wanted to be batman, when I got older I did not play with toys I wanted to be pacman, selling drugs seem the only way out, when you’re under the hills of the

The Many Muse

The Many Muse short poem

Her body is the ever-punctured typewriter Pricked by the fingertips of lovers and liars alike, Since brick has been put upon brick to build – She has been made into verse. She is laced in souvenirs, splinters of a dismantled

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My Eternal Vow

My Eternal Vow short poem

What you did was nowhere near the ugly boundaries of worseness I love you, O my heart, know this, My lips, cherry red, desire your kiss I’ll hug you warmly, and your tears I’ll dry, With a heart of love

My Mask

My Mask short poem

I made a mask for myself one day So colorful, filled with glee but beneath the surface lies another aspects of my personality. Nobody sees me cry Because i designed the mask for smiling Nobody can sees the pain Because

What Life Is All About

What Life Is All About prose poem

Have you ever thought, what Life is all about? Going through the sacred books and various philosophical tales, Here is the conclusion I drew: Life is all about taking risks, Life is all about joining dots, Completion of one task

Terrence The Tortoise

Terrence The Tortoise short poem

My friend Terrence was a little happy sole, he didn’t need a kennel, nor a house or a hole. His home was a shell that he carried on his back, so that all he had to do was drop down

Poison Is A Woman’s Weapon

Poison Is A Womans Weapon short poem

Poison is a woman’s choice, When it comes to dealing death. Those able hands that ladle love, Can dribble death in dollop; Amative breasts can often sting, Bedaubed in aspine wreath. Poison is a woman’s choice, When it comes to

Darkness

Darkness short poem

Sitting in this beautiful dark night , Framing the tale of life. When time runs out and heart needs to say so much more, And you are left with a raw nagging sore. Then reach for your paper and pen,

The Babysitter

The Babysitter prose poem

A young couple walked into the maid agency “I’m looking for the perfect au pair!” He exclaimed One that will keep my princess entertained, Someone to paint a radiant smile everyday. Oh, and she would play with her Take her

Forty, Or Maybe Eighty, Winks

Forty, Or Maybe Eighty, Winks long poem

Speckled drifting ochre and sienna, sunshine yellow Shifting and blurring edges of scarlet, dozing again The sky blanched through the pink skin of my eyelid Tapping branch of a tree against the arbour Resonates, vibrates, excites the molecules of the

Who Are They?

Who Are They? prose poem

Waiting at the station for the train, My little brother asked “WHO ARE THEY?” Oddly dressed, Men on saree’s, Masculine voice, clapping all their way? He looked perplexed.. A spark of astonishment on his face.. Observing them for a while,

These New Strange Times

These New Strange Times short poem

All the things I never said before really doesn’t matter much anymore the world is changing me like never before like a ghost in the thick of fog…well truth is stranger than fiction just like a fire burning somewhere out

The Bird Song

The Bird Song ballad

Oh come bird and sing upon the Willow tree, a note of your little hearts well being. To a host of wild flowers, in colors of a rainbow queen! Walk on the soft green grass, for joy in heart it

B – girl

B   girl short poem

A girl walks through in the dark, Cumulonimbus suddenly blow with a big spark. Beings in the house, and animals under the tree. Others take their shelter in the busy road for free. Clouds roar and crowd of the rain

Voting Card: The Card That Holds The Future

Waking up to the first of February, comes the golden key 2017, breeds the shinning key A key that holds the future key A future that unlocks the door to 2017 A future that lies in your voting card at

Womens Day

Womens Day short poem

Life starts through her A blessing she confer A pain hard to infer a sweet ending to refer She stands strong When things go wrong With a smile and a song Filled with hope and faith along She’s is hard

Reuben For Christmas

Reuben For Christmas short poem

From the streets of San Francisco in 1984 There came a stranger knocking on our door He was known by all in the neighbourhood His name was Reuben and he wanted food We gave him a meal and it was

Exiled

Exiled short poem

I threw myself in deep slumber pledging not to play the game for others and exiled myself within me after the rebellion. A realized being, suffers at the hand of a thorn skull, learns to be silent, choking on words

Sound Of Love

Sound Of Love short poem

Every love has its sound; It creates and it breaks. A foil stands like gray hound Against it and tragedy makes. But don’t worry, a dove sings sweet and cares no gun; What lasts on earth but love? It removes

The Show

The Show short poem

All languages are just one word All life just one breath All waters are just one drop All sounds just one note All sorrow and pain All hurt and oppression Are just one side Of the same coin that’s flipped

Through The Fire

Through The Fire long poem

I thought I knew what was best. I walked away as Jesus was calling instead of granting his request. I closed my eyes and ears to what was taking place. I felt there was no reason for running this race.

A Baby Named Almost

A Baby Named Almost long poem

Something ominous and undefined, illustrative and versatile. Something ambiguous, and something so subtle it hardly exists. Almost is all these things and more. It occupies life around its every corner. It is the grey between the blacks and whites, The

Unknown Star

Unknown Star ode

The unknown star in the skies of solitudes Away from oddlands and vicious latitudes Only the nearest to moons of strangeness To mermaids of wonder and fairies of loneliness Why it silently mourns the silence.. The crowd of regrets their

While You Sit Quiet…

While You Sit Quiet... short poem

While you sit quiet and stare, I look into your eyes And I see why it is worth paying the price The price of being hurt and down Breathing through all the coldness your heart has blown Though you tirelessly

Tttd – (triple T, D)

Tttd   (triple T, D) short poem

TTTD my split personality The voice that speaks through me My co-pilot of philosophy My creative side kick That knocks the worldliness Right out of me The expression of thoughts Deep down inside of me The motivation that sets my

Work-out Or Run-out

Work out Or Run out short poem

No snacking on French Fries , but work for healthy weight and size. Get cracking on your workout , and stretch before you run out . A jog might sound like suicide when you’re as big as me. Take heart!

She

She long poem

An awakening moon she is in wakeful dream, A fairy in all true sense, gracing your life’s bend. When you like a confused caravan standing before vast Desert of heart’s domain, In desperate quest for quenching thirst of mind, partly

Man in the mirror

Man in the mirror short poem

Looked into his eyes had the slithering look of a snake looked at his face had the vileness of the devil felt his heart beat could hear the booming loath heard him breath had the fire of hell in them

Nor’easter

Noreaster prose poem

It slips in at night. Stealthy and low at first. A few flakes pick up speed as the first low howl can be heard. Wind howls against the house, branches scratching at the window trying to get in. Heavy wet

Bedevil Who ?

Bedevil Who ? short poem

The pulse seems tranquil and still, But they don’t have blood in it filled. Strange, the brain is at bark within. Why this uneasiness seems like an attaching shark? I do sit and endeavour to settle it down, But for

Yukon Call Me Panic

Yukon Call Me Panic ode

Vane glorious and absolutistic, though I defiantly, cavalierly, and blithely attest Yukon bet your (laugh-in) sweet bippy mine acidic breast houses anarchic, anti-poetic ballistic, barbaric, and bubonic cannibalistic demons within thy safely guarded Pandora chest atomic cesium clock timed to

Promises To Keep

Promises To Keep short poem

We resolve to turn a new leaf in our lives Yet go back to whining old ways in no time Why do we break promises ever so often? When we want a better future than our past or present Why

We Met, A Random Act Of Coincidence

We Met, A Random Act Of Coincidence long poem

We met, a random act of coincidence We talked, I figured we had some sort of relevance Never in my time has someone lent me an ear so much, trust me I commend your patience Small talks, random brawls, A

Oh Those Sweet Little Monsters

Oh Those Sweet Little Monsters short poem

I like watching those tiny tots at the beach. It’s kind of listening to the ballads. Like the slow build up when someone strums up, They come, holding on to the li’l finger of Parents or rather these days Mostly,

Trigger Point

Trigger Point short poem

A missile in the home, what they have done? You are on flames. A red smoke rises from bottomless hole. Memory slumps. A glow in pain washed cells, calls the mirror. Instead, grave diggers arrive. This was the manufactured truth

Contradictions

Contradictions short poem

You let me in But I don’t let go I tell too many secrets There’s things you won’t show I hide in your capillaries Yet demand of you, all I chip at your fortress But build up my own walls