Posts tagged ‘diamonds’

October 11, 2017

HAIKU: MY MORNING NECKLACE

by thereluctantpoet

HAIKU:  MY MORNING NECKLACE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

My morning necklace

made up of dewdrop diamonds

glistens in the sun

 

Copyright (c) 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved

September 6, 2017

HAIKU: DIAMOND DEWDROPS

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

The daylight rays start

read more »

May 7, 2017

The Alchemist

by braveandrecklessblog

my past is a dark

ominous cave

that i mine

full of barbed wire

broken glass

rusty metal and

unexploded landmines

read more »

March 14, 2016

Satisfied grin

by Jem Croucher

 

Sparkling like diamonds
those beads of the sea
shine in the sunshine
and fascinate me
Sitting here on the shingle
as the tide washes in
I am caught in the moment
with a satisfied grin

read more »

July 24, 2015

Diamonds

by Jem Croucher

DSCN0937

A treasure in my garden
left over from the rain
Fortune paid a visit
and little diamonds came
Reflected in the sunshine
of a morning new and bright
Bequeathing there an opulence
from rain that fell last night

read more »

June 20, 2015

Little diamonds

by Jem Croucher

IMGP7661

When night falls in my garden
there are tiny points of light
and, fed by beams of sunshine
little diamonds shine there bright

read more »

October 2, 2014

Rain diamonds

by Jem Croucher

 

The Nasturtiums have gone overboard
We have more and more each year
They bring colour through the summer
In abundance of good cheer

read more »

January 27, 2013

-26.01.13_13:34-

by dokurtybitz

-26.01.13_13:34-
Diamonds strewn across
The road
Fine motes sailing
On the wind
Dazzle and obscure

read more »

November 16, 2012

Your Eyes Were Like Windows

by suicidallyanonymous

i.
They told me your eyes were like windows,
how they shimmered like polished silver
when splattered with a lukewarm coat of rain…
but that’s when we all blinked.

No one knew what your pupils felt like
when the rain seeped through
the folds in your iris,
like the gills of a mushroom.

Beneath coarse layers of eyelashes,
some of us found our minds
to be clarified goblets of melted diamonds;
others were blinded by curtains
drawn with dried charcoal
like mascara tears.

read more »

September 6, 2012

Tiny Dancer.

by Jen Thompson

Arms wrapped together.

They rise above her head.

Toes pointed, muscles taught,

her dress the colour of red.

She spins around effortlessly,

her routine a shattered dream.

Flaunting limbs, passionate play,

forgotten memories of a silent scream.

Her mind protects her true self.

read more »

September 1, 2012

tempered – haiku

by billgncs

the beautiful haiku sorrow just preceding made me think of this….

read more »