#sparkling
How like a dewdrop
Is this life, briefly sparkling,
Swiftly vanishing.
~ Poetictouch
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 2:33 PM UTC
Problems with this site I had
They made me feel so awfully bad
Was all my work now gone in vain?
Will my Poems ever come back again
My name was gone, thrown asunder
And in it´s place was then a number
It wouldn't let me change it back
Although in PC skills I do not lack
Then sparkled a star out in the distance
And shone to give me some assistance
There can be no space between the names
A hyphen now must serve as the same
Sooner said than done thinks I
Grinning with a smile so wry
A hyphen was placed between the names
And now my poems are mine again!
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 1:46 PM UTC
You used to watch me with your deep brown eyes sparkling.
May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 3:26 AM UTC
Sparkling Stars up in the sky,
Watch them Sparkle so very High,
Up above a darkened night,
A showcase of stars dancing in delight.
They Sparkle so High in their rightful place,
The Light and beauty with love and grace,
Just look above wherever you are,
You might just catch a Shooting Star.
Sparkling Stars just watch them shine,
A Light display to me is fine,
Even with these darkened nights,
An Illuminating sky will feel so right!!!
B.R.
Date: 11/6/2024
Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 9:07 PM UTC
I was standing under the Starry Sky,
admiring the Sparkling Stars.
Kept winking at the Silvery Moon
and blowing Kisses to the Shooting Stars.
I kept wishing upon the Wind,
hoping that My Wishes led to U.
The Night, was cold and lonely
and My Heart, was missing U.
Life is made up of Night and Day
and I chose for Me the Dark.
Hoping Lightning Bolts and Thunder.
Would ignite your passions to Spark.
Loneliness often turns bitter.
When it's left alone for too Long.
It hangs it's Hands around U,
playing the Lyrics of a sadful Song.
Jul 8, 2023
Jul 8, 2023 at 8:12 AM UTC
the way you make me feel
tingles in my shoulders,
curling my toes,
I'm so glad to hear from you
and whenever you want
we can glow.
Oct 16, 2022
Oct 16, 2022 at 4:18 PM UTC
Astilleros De Veracruz
Independence street.
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The summer sun went down on our love long ago
But in my heart I feel the same old after glow
A love so beautiful in every way
we let it slip away
I was too young to understand to ever know and comprehend.
You my Adam and me your Eve
owned our treasure,
buried in paradise by a stream;
all lost upon a hillside stump.
where the road bent in.
There I've read between the lines
your love was written not
in any shifting sand but in heart.
The Earth's sand doons account
for the measure of my sorrow
for our loss.
Recovering that memory chip saved
my life averting neverending
pain an upside down cross.
A love so beautiful a love so free
A love for you and me
And when I think of you I fall in love still again as every good man is taken.
A love so beautiful in every way.
Your love now transfers to my new love finding me adrift in that dream.
A love so beautiful it is written
In poem, and in song.
Seen in movies, operas
and lullaby's to heal hearts strong.
Stripping the mind of misery
and pain as lost is found.
A love so beautiful it's read sparkling
as diamonds in shifting sands.
A love so beautiful kept secret
in our cave of wonders for lovers
writing daily to one another
where magic and true love abounds.
A kind of love to everlast.
~~~~~~
By: Karijinbba
Approved by Rdd and
Michael Bolton in Hollyeood.
Aug 19, 2021
Aug 19, 2021 at 9:09 PM UTC
MONSTERS
Sitting still in devastating thoughts, flowing through like a sparkling light ocean that burns as hot as the sun.
Piece by piece, months, weeks and days go by, the monsters within awaken.
All humans are monsters and all monsters are human.
Has the sun set to sleep, the crying demon arise wandering
in a peaceful sleepy mind of mine.
Mistakes, heartbreaks, loneliness, pressure makes my monster what it is.
The mistakes, heartbreaks, loneliness and pressure the creature that haunts my darkest thoughts.
The piercing pain is a giant whale that swallows me hook line and sinker.
Aboting my peaceful coexistence
My monsters lies patiently ahead waiting in ambush.
The sabre-toothed monster kills me day by day.
What is your monster?
-KADRI. M. A. -
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 2:04 PM UTC
Laying on a deathbed in heaven,
They said there was only happiness here,
forever.
Now all I wish for is
My heart to stop,
My lungs to empty,
To breathe my last breath.
So I just lay on my deathbed,
Looking at the perfect,
sparkling,
sky.
Oct 5, 2020
Oct 5, 2020 at 6:12 PM UTC
Within his piercing blue eyes
She found heavenly love
Sparkling for her.
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 2:38 PM UTC
Her frizzly silk mop,
Flowers in sparkling grey fizz;
My Bodhi perfect !
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 8:27 AM UTC
gorgeous sparkling pinholes
bejewel the night sky's cape
millions of stunning sequins
glistening diamonds
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 5:40 AM UTC
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No cold wind blew
to abate this afternoon's heat...
no rain showers brought out
that sweet smell of very dry soil
...........touched by rainfall
tonight, my mind is occupied by
the transience of things
all thoughts are fleeting
inspirations are hard to capture...they're
soap bubbles, flying...bursting in the air
"bubbles"......made me turn to my left
where a wineglass stood, and sparkled...
my eyes stopped, stunned...a bottle of Prosecco,
was within reach......it beckoned...
ahhhhhh......sips came one after the other,
much delight in its bubbles...in its taste...
i want to be numb from nagging pain,
from the cries...the anguished sighs
that can never go, without a tear falling...
bubbles of pain...slowing down
the passing of days....but all these
will wane one day,....and be part
of the banalities of my diurnal life...
just like in the past, this, too, will pass...
this late hour, again, i raise my glass,
and drink away my days of woe...high
to the bright lights
for, a different kind of radiant yellow
drives away my trail of shadows
i will just smile
even for a while
and enjoy its bubbles
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Sally
Copyright September 15, 2017
rrab
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 2:01 AM UTC
My heart has broken pieces
of mirror you threw out of your life sparkling like galaxies in darkness
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 10:51 AM UTC
Morning greets...
I found small dream being reality
It's like a diamond rain
Falling so amazing in this sparkling world
I'm walking under the gold bright sun
They transferred me heavy power
Facing this world strongly...
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 7:37 AM UTC
how I can be ****** back in
to the old ways of abuse
when I know nothing good will come
from you
from me
from both of us
yet I feel the sparkling fire that burns
and it only burns for you
I need you to blow it out
extinguish my flame
before it sets my whole body on fire
then there will be nothing left to do
but follow you
I need you more than I thought I did or didn't
when I tell you I love you
you tell me you like being with me
nothing will ever add up
but everything will subtract
I have thought I reached the end plenty
somehow you reel me back into your grasp
your warm embrace filled with connectivity
as if our hearts are hugging
not our bodies
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 12:35 AM UTC
Feet hanging from the deck
of the bow, sitting shoulder
to shoulder and thigh
to thigh. I can’t help but wonder
in what ways the salt air
is dancing off of the sound
and over our taste buds,
changing the way we read
the Prosecco between us.
I almost didn’t bring this bottle.
The thought of opening the cage—
six half-turns forward,
wrapping my palm around the
wire frame, twisting the bottle,
by the base, off of the cork—
it all seemed like too much.
There are too many ways
to mess it up, and I know that
I don’t have a grip on anything
when I am around you, but
I no longer believe that bottles
should be left
uncorked.
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 4:16 PM UTC
Life is not a garden of fragrant flowers,
Life is a chef's kitchen;
Some things get burnt,
Some are frozen,
In the end, it all tastes well.
Life is not a cycle ride down a smooth road,
Life is a bumpy journey uphill;
There are sharp, blind turns
Plus an upward slope,
But the view is magnificent.
Life is not a perfect picture captured by a DSLR,
Life is a photograph shot with a 1.3 megapixel camera;
With no editing allowed,
The sky looks blurred through it,
When actually it is clear.
Life is not a cup of Starbucks coffee,
Life is a glass of Coke;
It is cold,
Addictive at times,
Mostly, fizzy and sparkling.
Life is not-
Seeing the glass half full.
Just appreciating as is;
Simply, beautiful.
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 9:55 AM UTC
*I get out of my tent and brave the crisp frigid air,
The crystal clear skies all but beckon to me,
I see into forever an envisioned trance of stare,
This is the endless realm that was here for all to see.
Every last star sparkling, Orions belt,
Even small stars are clearly set in stone,
To see what was beyond the unknown
Or how it all made sense the way I only felt alone,
To others so vain who want to do nothing but rob,
Rob her of creations, of all of her treasures, to make
Away with precious truths, take away what's
Left of the mysterious innocent love and pleasures.
To see her coming back to life like a sparkling
Phoenix rising in that gorgeous night sky,
This is what it means to be here, grasping this flash light,
Heading for a dark enough place so I can be farthest from
The blaring bright man-made light,
In a moment one can only imagine why
There is such an open loving sky,
In a world of death and decay, of war and hate,
Of madness, still innocence here remains. So alive...
To see the beginning of the end, to see all this
Under the vast and endless night sky, sparkling
Like glittering gems in her adventurous, playful eyes.*
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 5:39 AM UTC
The moon is so sparkled and young,
As if it is the pure moon in universe,
With so much more planets to be,
Sparkled, young and inspired.
Wondering why the moon is so sparkled?
Because it has a image of light,
Which is called "moonlight".
How could the moon be so sparkful?
When there are more planets to be
sparkful.
By K-mari ©2016
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 12:13 AM UTC
From glistening streamlet stones
the sparkling sun life river
ripples with ephemeral gems,
priceless, richer than diamonds.
Unavailable to the banker's vault.
Unmeasurable by the carat.
Free to anyone who cares to look.
Frames memories of lovers' smiles.
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC