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Each facet, a surface so resplendent,
Till ground away with endless polishing
To find innate sparkle magnificent,
O’er timeless glow that we’ve been cherishing.

O the eons spent on its perfection,
Dulled easily without the jeweler’s lens.
What gain had from chiseled vivisection?
To scratch the surface with corrosive cleanse?

What value is in diamond edges smooth,
Where lines mark surfaces with precision?
Is natural shine too luminous to soothe,
So we treat works of time with derision?

Hardened we underestimate its glow,
Its care requires the finest instrument.
The process used to make it shine was slow,
But dulls with the pressure of improvement.
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Sally A Bayan Dec 2018
It had been days and nights of rain,
sun shone this morning, and gave
sparkle and luster to tiny drops
on leaves of the Norfolk pine.
shafts of rays revealed
crystals and diamonds
upon layers of green.
what lovely gems,
the sun creates.


© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
December 31, 2018
Nathalie Dec 2018
As I plunge

Into the swell of my heart

And as I swim

To the shore of my soul

I bring forth the gems

Of inspiration, gifted

From this year’s past

I marvel at the revels

Of illumination

That have animated

My days…

And have stirred me

As I shadow danced

With the moon at night

My tale reveals

The contrasting layers

Between doubt and trust

And the duality

Between the noise in my mind

And the quietude of my spirit

Love knew it’s place

A triumph; strongly

And synonymously

Entrenched with my daily quests

My purpose was to


Anne J Nov 2018
Little insect that dwells into the dangling cocoon
Lend me your silk that is enhanced in voodoo
Look at the beautiful crystals that are above
That traps the angels and their golden harps and doves
Enhance to me your white smeared poison kiss
And I’ll be sure to melt with not even a hiss
Unravel your gown and engulf me into the silk
That’s already lost its flowers and gained its milk
Made off of two antagonists, who are mother and daughter in my story. I guess you could say the first four lines are for the daughter, and the four are for the mother? They're evil butterfly fairies with the power of making crystals, trapping people in their hair, and I guess some poisonous attack with the "lipstick" they use?
Pyrrha Oct 2018
I didn't grow up with a silver spoon in my mouth
Mine was made of diamond, sapphire, ruby, and jade
Far more precious than those spoons of silver and gold
Because I didn't know money
But I knew love
The most precious gem that you can't buy
Absent Smile Oct 2018
She fears that she'll drown in her tearstained diamonds,
or expose her rough skin to find no more vermilion rubies.
She becomes a ruined landscape as she
brushes the black jewels out of her matted hair,
even if her emerald eyes aren't tough enough to withstand that pain.

She dreads for the moment when the world
will not accept her own beauty.
Why can't she understand? Why can't she realise?
Though she holds the rare jewels of a king,
no one shall buy those cursed gems.
Thank you for reading!
Leslie Ledezma Sep 2018
surrendering to the angel you send in the night
tarnishing night with stars you set, of mementos, gems
sweetened into being by the heat of unknown
fun in the warning
sun in the worsening
need to see the warm winds
in your hair, see it myself
my vigil, diadem is a pen
decrees are on each page
that summer endings and I
lay down to
- it's dreaming
of the soul that holds my soul
Austin Mizelle May 2018
Sapphire eyes across the room,
Two oceans etched inside the moon.
Twin skylines descended to human form,
But behind lies two heavy storms.
Typhoons of ideal, perfect things,
Susanoo’s double diamond rings.
Perfect inside, perfect out.
But always, always, always doubt.
Cory Williams Apr 2018
Cliffside sunsets in the North Pacific's eyes-
Glistening glass beaches are formed with bottles and rolling tides-
Comfortable coves house today the stranger of guests-
My still life humanoid soft shell pest-
With pockets full of rocks that I have collected-
Smooth, heavy, and colors inspected-

Man, whoever finds me here unexpected-
My face towards the sun and my red pools collected-
Will honor my wishes and let me keep what I've selected-
To mingle with pores, a sediment element for a sedentary stationary-

To let a part of me be a part of it-
Roll with the tides and spread where I sit-
Die and dye where salted breeze blows-
Making blood stone pebbles for traveling flows.
I'm a dead guy enjoying the sunset.
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