"birthstone" poems
Symbol: The goat
Opposite Sign: Cancer
Meaning: The achiever
Modality: Cardinal
Element: Earth
Ruling House: The tenth
Ruling Body: Saturn
Motto: I build
Birthstone: Garnet
Color: Brown
Metal: Silver
Flower: Carnation
Fragrance: Spearmint
Lucky Day: Saturday
Numbers: 3, 4, 9
Lucky Colors: Red, Pink, Purple, Blue
Lucky Flowers: Cyclamen, Plantain lily, Fittonia
Capricorn is: persevering, patient, conventional, practical and disciplined. Capricorn can be practical, unemotional, sober, orderly, controlling and manipulative.
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 1:25 AM UTC
Taurus ♉️
~~~~~
Tourean girls have an inbuilt stubbornness
And are partial to the birthstone Sapphire
Understanding An Emerald and Aquamarine
Rhodonite, Amber,Lapis Lazuli and Tiger’s Eye
Universal faith in crystal’s Kayanite n Kunzite
Spiritually in tune with Carnelian and Azurite.
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Written by Philip.
December 22nd 2018.
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 7:37 PM UTC
Symbol: The crab
Opposite Sign: Capricorn
Meaning: The nurturer
Modality: Cardinal
Element: Water
Ruling House: The fourth
Ruling Body: The Moon
Motto: I feel
Birthstone: Pearl
Color: Grey
Metal: Silver
Flower: Accanthus
Fragrance: Bergamot
Lucky Day: Monday
Numbers: 1,4
Lucky Colors: Blue, Yellow, Green
Lucky Flowers: Tulip, Sacred lily
Cancer is: intuitive, psychic, sensitive, creative, possessive, moody, domestic, empathetic and insecure.
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC
My birthstone shudders as I
Hit the sky's floor.
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC
"What's your birthstone?
I don't know, Oh, I know--it's rock."
Black rocks baking in the sun
dot this beach
Like chocolate chips in the dough
They call to us
Come climb,
Come hop on us
Find treasures hidden behind and between
All our dark shadows,
Lying as still as stone
A large rock shape,
Oh, it's grayer
and duller,
and there's sand sprinkled on it,
And it's moving!
It's Living Rock,
The monk seal napping
from its morning meal.
Yes- we watch others walk right by him
caught in their words,
Unaware of the living amongst the rocks,
Living Rock doesn't care
His belly is full
Gray sleek shape
massaged by the wind
with feast in your belly,
So mighty tired!
You taste your sleep for days,
Clouds cover the day's starlight you seek,
Your body begs for light, and yet
Nobody can wake you from your slumber
Not even the high pitched voices
of children playing
nor the fishing lines in and out of the tide
What of your dreams
Oh Large Gray Rock
Do you dream of the ocean tossing
Fish into your mouth?
Or of the warm sun coming
to bake your skin?
The salt water dances up your nostrils,
You lift your head in mild protest
Then let it rest on your
Ancient bed of coral and shell bones
My feet love to dig into your bed
No insomnia for you sea creatures,
Maybe I should count monk seals
Instead of sheep when I want to sleep,
Your body clock measures time
Not in days or hours
But in meals, in hunts
In fullness, in emptiness
Your sleep is well earned
My friend
We can learn from you.
You bask, dream,
Then awaken renewed
To taste your ocean again,
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 9:27 PM UTC
I was made in Satan's image
Lucifer gave me eyes of green
I was birthed in a boiling ***
in some blackened tar pit scene
I was given claws engraven
and placed into a grey stone bed
and sometimes when bear my soul
my pearly white skin blazes red
I was crafted with Beelzebub's birthstone
and blessed with a poisoned mouth
but I was told to keep it shut
or Satan says he'll drag me south
I was made in Satan's image
but for once I long to be pure as snow
but Satan tells me I'm a demon
and I'll never go where angels go
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 6:44 AM UTC
Drenches half music blues
Paints my eyes his drips of two's
Like a software of compliance
Superior-what's inside
Interior-Inferior-Exterior
Calmness-Family-Bless
Providence--resilience
Anxiety you can tell
at a glance
In a state of anxiety
Nature calls cleansing
rinse
A world of society
Sacredly*
Tiredly
World
Inconsistent
What is at state?
No greener pasture
Present the future
Craziness high anxiety fire
More jobs to hire
Paints- birthstone- sapphire
Picture memories
to capture
Anxiety like sanity
Paints wellness next to
Godliness
Eyes weaken but your heart
Glistens*
Jun 22, 2023
Jun 22, 2023 at 5:04 PM UTC
I jumped on a trampoline with my sister for the first time today since I was a girl.
It was a strange feeling.
We were closer for an instant
like we were girls again
like each jump towards the sun lightened us
like gravity loosened up a bit
like he laughed
and oh we laughed and laughed and laughed and LAUGHED
the sun wasn't quite ready to set and the leaves were emerald like her birthstone and her hair was long again
and her heart soft and her smile not straight
her fiance looked like Tarzan, the young cartoon one.
i think i know that she's right to marry him
because he felt right on that trampoline
with us girls
like he belonged
like he was always a part of our childhood
i think that's how you know you've found "the one"
when even the memories they weren't apart of
feel like they were experienced together
when you can't remember what it was like without them
when memories of moments in their absence cease to exist
I have a hard time remembering my own childhood.
I wonder what that means...
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 10:04 PM UTC
The small rock representing your birth
engraved deep into a necklace
proving your worth
to the world
and to you
you,
the one sitting there
staring out into a moonlit sky
the thousands of twinkling stars
dapple the sky
as the whooshing wind whispers
belonging
You
the proud dark eyed girl
standing tall along an old wooded pier
the spray of the sea splatters your face with its salt
bellowing waves crash underneath your feet
shouting,
You belong
And You
are still here
one of many
on this earth
loved and guided
through this life and to the next
and you,
belong
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 11:14 AM UTC
Meze
*Meze or mezze /ˈmɛzeɪ/ is a selection of small dishes served in the Middle East and the Balkans as breakfast, lunch or even dinner.
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It's a meze day,
Many small poems arrayed,
A tasting menu,
Hummus and babaganoush,
Small observations,
Pita dipping,
Long writs tabled,
Unless dragged out from the wine cellar,
For another meal,
Another mood.
They'll keep,
or not.
The bay and beach have been traded in,
For Western Mass. mountains,
The highland region,
The Berkshires, the Green and the Taconic Mountains,
Formed over half a billion years ago
When Africa collided
with North America.
(Just for a weekend, a traitor, I'm not.)
*Different insects checking me out,
Crash landing in my chest hair jungle
To get a taste of a Long Island salt air,
Fresh blood and poetry from a foreign tongue.
Mount Greylock asks me what I got to say.
I said I got grey locks older than you, friend.
I am a billion years old, son of the copulation
Tween the Sun and and a passing comet,
The Atlantic,
My amniotic fluid birthstone unevaporated..
Greylock sniffs, mumbles,
just another New Yorker.
*The clouds different, thick slabs, bank-heads keeping
My sun-father from showing his true colors,
My skin seeks his restorative powers,
Burn the strain, the stress, the black circles from
Within and without, but this is a partly cloudy day.
Sooner than me, the leaves will be red and gold,
The season of long sunnier days forgotten,
The trees that
Fill the panorama,
Point their soon-to-be
Denuded branch fingers at me
Accusingly,
L'etranger,
You brought winter's chill,
A lie but perhaps not,
For they are sensing the
Inhabiting cold in me.
A strange day, every asking, passing thought
Thrown back in my face,
And stewed, stir fried up
All in vain attempts to keep warmer
Just a little bit
Longer.*
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 1:23 PM UTC
***** diamonds
this
class
has
made
me
pull
SO
MANY
all-nighters
that a
COFFEE
BEAN
is now my
birthstone
Sep 4, 2025
Sep 4, 2025 at 11:33 AM UTC
Magenta: like the dress
I wore on our very first date.
Hem, fluttering behind
The awe on your face, in your eyes,
Found something, I wouldn't now find.
Lavender: like the smell
You said intoxicated you.
Face buried deep in my neck
Eyes close, my hair tangled around,
At your fingers' call and beck.
Periwinkle: like the blue of your eyes
Shining like stars in dark.
Bright guides leading the way
Blinded, I followed till the end,
Now lost, even during the day.
Lilac: a single flower
"Because you're the only one"
Crowd isn't needed anymore.
My search ended on you,
Trying hard to be your one, two, three, four...
Amethyst: my birthstone I said
In between your laughter.
Waving it off as *"all the ********
We can't in stones, or lives, or signs find,
Something as simple as our hands' fit.
Violet: like the sky
At twilight that day.
Laying on our backs,
Reaching out with eyes, what cannot be with hands,
A lone cloud, drifting, with a silver crack.
Purple: like everything
I said and giggled.
My pendant, in all hues
The curtains, the pillows and the sheets,
Your shirt, my nails, the slight bruise.
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 6:11 AM UTC
31 days in which to live for the second,
A second chance to start over,
To come full bloom like the buds that have opened,
Emerald is the birthstone,
There's no need to be alone,
When the passion and heart of May grows,
Put on a new face, don some new clothes,
Explore the world in comfortable heat,
Before the indolent summer sun begins to find its feet.
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 5:16 AM UTC
I want to draw a sugar fish
Atop of your cheekbone
So it can swim along with tears
And land on your birthstone
I wish to sketch an elephant
Amongst your dainty teeth
So you will never dare forget
That tongue that’s underneath
I need to paint a teakettle
Between your knobby knees
For every time it whistles
You will meet a gentle breeze
But instead your hand picked up a pen
Then turned it to my palm
At once I knew you didn’t need
My brushstrokes to feel strong
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 5:10 PM UTC
A ring of natural perfume is adorned on you neck
like the sweet dew of April mornings.
Chains of daisies and dandelions,
which hold a thousand wishes each,
connects like bonds created by
you and me.
Let my hair fall
and inhale comforting bliss
while exhaling bothersome regrets.
Watch the sun kiss the earth goodnight
as it lets the sky open
to glittering stars.
None are capable of outshining the twinkle in your eye
or the shine of those soft lips.
None can compare to you,
an April diamond,
flawless and perfect to many
Smooth edges and clear soul,
a birthstone destines to resonate
within the heart, soul, and mind.
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 10:22 PM UTC
the salty smell of summer beaches,
and crashing ocean waves.
a clear autumn sky,
and september’s birthstone sapphire.
crisp winter air,
and cold stinging against your skin.
vibrant hydrangeas in spring bloom,
your eyes that last time in may,
and the salty taste of tears.
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 12:11 PM UTC
Winter, the long lasting loving season
Sparks the passion that keeps us from freezing
In the coming of togetherness a new life arrives
Reflected in beautiful blue diamond birthstone eyes
...
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 10:56 AM UTC
Volume I – Awakening
In sleep, her thoughts crossed all dimensions steep.
Rested souls collect aged feelings through faith.
Her breaths slowly brought forth life from the deep.
Dreams and nightmares ceased here like a dark wraith.
Uneasiness stirring in her soul's debts.
Darkness clawing, her spirit now unfurled.
Reawakened through plagued, darkened onsets,
She found herself alone in this false world.
Lucidity sparking with thoughts of "Why?"
Contemplation flaring, questioning "What?"
"The first step is the hardest," they did lie,
For trekking this wasteland opened a cut.
Years of confined thought now gone from this zone—
He suddenly grasped her hand with his own.
Volume II – Potential
Burning brightly, lavender eyes scanned her
As her own sight of faded gold quivers.
A solitary voice, ruffled as fur.
"What is your name, child of deathly shivers?"
Her lips trembled with worries of unknown,
"Your presence makes me feel ever unsafe."
Violet irises with doubt renown,
"'Tis you—not I—who should worry right now."
His hand smoothed her hair slowly like a dove.
His tone spears the void sharp—his words dictate,
"Do you know what you are capable of?
The powers you hold will eradicate."
Incessant speeches fearfully incur
The future which he now entrusts to her.
Volume III – Transformation
He raised his hands which sheathed a lustrous light.
Within his palm—a fragmented stone jewel.
"This amethyst awakens overnight
And will be the catalyst of your rule."
He spoke in calm despite her confusion
As he gave her the shining bright birthstone.
Oh, how it resonated, infusion
With her soul and aura becoming known.
As his stature faded to white, his voice
Flew through the sky, her now lilac eyes bright.
"Intervened, your destiny has no choice—
With my eyes now, spill her blood by dawn's light."
Through the mirror, they meet; pure aria
Of fate now shifts her name—Samathia.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 3:12 AM UTC
quiet warmth
of a crocus smile
blooming
birthstone
a fragile
sigh
in winter's
wake
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 2:43 PM UTC
Rubies are dun, or red as blood,
Opals are blue, opaque, or fire
I know they burn through me,
7 opals in my favorite necklace,
14 in my favorite bracelet,
3 in my favorite earrings,
I encase myself in the flames, like they define me,
Like my birthstone is as much me as I am the earth,
And my own tainted pyre.
And I burn, burn, through all of the old photographs,
Sending them up to the goddess as ash-
Burn, burn, through old cigar boxes, through liquor bottles
And dried flowers and my father's shirts,
And my father's old camera,
And my father's old ideals for who I was to be,
Someone I will never become,
I tore through it all, razed the past to the ground,
And I blistered my fingers, I tore the love letters,
I put the stories written for me, into the ocean,
I sent my farewell postcards for them, upon the rocky shore,
I cried as I watched them torn and taken,
But nobody loves me anymore,
And I burn, burn, like the brightest of opals,
Green with envy like the jade my father stole
Red with rage like Gerry's birth stone and I
But I've made my choices, after all,
So I burn.
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 2:42 AM UTC
there are things I want you to remember. you are a celestial spirit born among the stars. we may be souls having a human experience, but nothing is permanent. you will be reborn among the cosmos off into infinity. there is no birthstone or deathstone, so don't hold to yours like it is a monument, keeping you grounded to this place.
we collect memories and store them like faded photographs in golden lockets worn around our necks, hoping to stand the test of time. nothing is forever – we cannot even fathom it. keep your loved ones close, because the universe knows kindred spirits and places them within distance of contact through acts of synchronicity.
there are things we cannot document: things that surpass language, space, and time. feelings and emotions that we bottle as glory; showing the world our flasks as we either drink in excess, or keep the cork firmly in place.
as human language has limitations, the labeling on our bottles are wrong; and we are off key about the unnamed emotions and feelings we are ingesting in excess, or storing away as a collection to gaze upon throughout our lives, before we fade back to (star)dust.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
Stars are the proof of a Wonderland,
A place beyond our imagination,
Where thoughts are the essence of words.
Gazing and searching the midnight sky,
Finding the stars winking at me from an endless arch of blackness beyond the moons corona. In places, a vivid sequin-silver and birthstone blue, turn to reflect on their history, like scattered fairy dust in the sky and beacons of hope for all the lost souls of the world. The sensational burn, an itch, for one lucky star to fly silent as others sit still. The stars lure me into a dream, a need. A need for exploration. Fantasizing the topsy-turvy world, which seems to be but one compartment of my mind. Defying gravity, just to float like a feather into the depths of a Wonderland. So beautiful. So true. And their i sit, and realize, that no matter how black the night becomes, the stars brilliance pierce the veil of darkness, a promise, that they stand vigil over us, now and forever. And with their light, they remind us of our ancestors, of loved ones passed, of songs and music, of a better tomorrow. And so i live in a Wonderland, where dreams are finally my reality, and my thoughts, are spoken with words.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 2:09 PM UTC
Face down on the concrete.
I’m here again,
I'm not drunk this time (pats self on the back)
But is this any better?
Not drunk but
Numb again.
I'm out here
Lying with the cigarette butts
Useless.
You always said you felt useless.
You would talk about how you don't belong here and
All you could feel was my hand in yours.
But that doesn't make any sense to me.
If I made you feel again, then where are you?
You sure as hell aren't here.
We were helping each other.
I guess you don't need help anymore.
But I do.
I am so different from the sky,
It shines purple and orange and
Laughs at me as I lie here.
And the morning air tastes like what joy might taste like to most people.
These cars aren’t yours.
I wish they were.
Maybe that would make me smile,
Seeing your car again.
These cars are black and white.
Yours is red and bright and wonderful.
You should come,
And park in this garage.
There is grass out there,
It’s green and shiny
Like your birthstone.
Will you help me up please?
It is scary not feeling the ground,
I don’t like it here.
I wonder if you worry about me.
It's not your fault
It's mine.
I think.
At least that's what I keep telling myself.
That way I'm the one hurting me
So you can still be perfect in my eyes.
I remember your smile,
And my insides warm, and my heart rises from its hole
Like bread rising in an oven.
Your smile reminds me to feel but
The garage floor is still cold and
It creeps onto my skin.
I'm shaking.
When will I see your car again?
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 3:49 AM UTC
i don't have a lot
of things
i had always wanted
a birthstone ring
and one was gifted
once upon a time
it was my most
prized possession
but when my eldest
daughter
started high school
i noticed
she needed something
i gave the ring to her
the gifter did not understand
how i could give away
the gift
if i loved him
and today my youngest
going through
some old jewelry boxes
noticed how
i give things away
and looking around the room
i realized all the tiny little things
my grandmother gave me
growing up
my most treasured things
made me feel loved
*i don't have much
but if i love you
it is yours*
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 12:46 AM UTC
*I spotted a peridot
Within those stones
Which I have bought
Only to be shown
Since you love stones
Especially from the lakes
This one stone alone
Is obviously not fake
My birthstone gem
A shiny little stone
Ain't from a clam
This one is my own...*
©sim
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 11:01 AM UTC