"jewelries" poems
Oh Desert Prince!
Your existance is like the wandering golden sand of your fascinating desert;
Light enought to flow through every chambers of my heart,
Gorgeous enough to be the life of the caravan's artistic mirage;
Your love embrace me with sheer darkness and chills of starry nights,
But warm enough to captivate me to stay within your sight;
You are the desert Prince,
You flow like poetry,
Amaze like magic
Priceless unlike jewelries,
And your love seems like a beautiful tragic,
Awakening my deepest desires that I didn't know even exist;
Loving you is like enjoying a never ending magic carpet ride,
That keeps me on edge whenever passed by a strong tide;
Oh desert prince!
You keep me mesmerized how Scheherazade did to Shahryar with every story she brew,
Not Arabian nights though but there's always an unfulfilled thrill in every word you sew;
Oh wondrous prince!
Now when you have played the most melodious echo with my heartstrings
that'd shy away the Qanun,
I'll never let go of you,
Though I don't know if I'll ever have your heart as a miraculous boon;
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 5:55 AM UTC
I would do it all over again:
Leave my safe space
Flee from this city of foolish sanctuary
Burn my body and face
Strut into an unknown territory
Fall down from grace
Give up my false sense of serenity
Trade my gold jewelries for pearls
Swap my diamonds for seashells
With the island air, I'd dance and twirl,
Along the ocean breeze, I'd twist and bend;
this bottled feeling is a message I won't send.
But I would do it all too:
Leave everything behind
if it's you I'll get to be with in the end
I would cut my own good hand,
go somewhere secret, secluded that nobody can find
just for a day with you in the island,
get some mango ice cream with me, do you mind?
Jan 30, 2024
Jan 30, 2024 at 11:21 AM UTC
I wish my life would be crazy!
Don't wanna spend
Another day being lazy.
Similar routine of daily life,
Never let my craziness thrive.
Sometimes it feels so boring.
Don't wanna spend
Another night snoring.
But what would the excitement be?
What's the new thing, i wanna see?
Wish I could get lost somewhere.
In a jungle or an island,
Yes i could dare.
Could climb on a mountain
Or go under water,
could be a horse rider or a hunter.
I would push the boundaries
To the furthest corner.
and go anywhere without a warner.
I'd love to lose my way
In the Grand Canyon.
Alone there. away from a billion.
I'd love to get thirsty in the Sahara
Or in 'Thar', be a 'banjara'.
would love to pass through
The scary Amazon,
where i'd see neither sunshine
Nor the horizon.
Or
Could go inside the cursed Pyramids,
& explore all of Cleopatra's jewelries.
Wanna jump from a flying chopper,
Or feel hot by some volcano vapour.
Get in a rocket and go to the Moon,
Or go up high in a hot air balloon.
All out of my reach.
Even a far away sea beach.
My desires all set to go down.
All I can do is, have a bike ride,
on the roads of my lovely small town.
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 1:19 PM UTC
people should stop romanticising their scars
like jewelries bloom upon their skin and flesh
aren't all of us a little bit addicted
with pain and the bruises, the spectrum they make
with the rain and thunder
the violent lullaby
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 8:59 PM UTC
You are the desert prince,
You flow like poetry,
Priceless unlike jewelries,
Amaze like magic
Whereas your love seems
like a beautiful tragic;
Oct 17, 2020
Oct 17, 2020 at 2:55 AM UTC
The brightest light blossoms
in the darkest of places
Like colourful lilies full
of fragrance springing from
the most stagnant waters
The nights
When the moonlight shimmers
with her golden colour
The stars decorate the sky
Just as a princess is decked with
ornaments and priceless jewelries.
The darkest of the nights gives the biggest picture.
The biggest hive,
With the biggest and fiercest of bees,
lies the sweetest honey.
Like an ugly flowers in the garden
Which perhaps will constitute
a beauty when on mountain.
The butterfly,
Which nature has used to
decorate the earth to shame Art
Has nothing to show
When it is a caterpillar.
But I can't look at her on lilies
without smiling like a tickled, dimpled baby.
Ain't nature generous enough
That she shows all that
there is nothing in anything?
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 12:02 PM UTC
Can I ask for love
Without the romance
Without the slow dance
Without the holding of hands
Give the kiss, a miss
necklace and jewelries
without the emotional abuse
The manipulation we use
like flowers or presents
The chocolate selections
The dinner pretension
The relational misuse
and the facade we choose
When love in truth
is the exception
Sep 10, 2021
Sep 10, 2021 at 11:11 PM UTC
Precious jewelries,cuddly stuff toys, sweet chocolates,
Flamboyant dresses, beautiful bouquets of flowers, luxurious accessories;
All these to me you gave
Though I did not ask for any;
I really do appreciate all these
But, hey sweetie, these are not what I need.
I know you love me so much
And you know I love you too;
I honestly couldn’t ask for more
‘Coz just being with you makes me feel complete.
I wanna go travel anywhere
Just promise me you’ll always be there;
I wanna lie down under a starry sky
While holding your hand, entwined with mine;
I wanna feel you closer to me
Feel the warmth of your arms around me;
I wanna lean on your shoulders
Though it’s tough, it makes me feel relaxed;
I want you to gently caress my hair
‘Til I fell asleep in your chest;
I wanna look into your eyes
See the happiness in you for having me by your side;
I want you to cuddle me tight in your arms
And I wouldn’t mind if it’s making me breathe hard;
I want your hand to cup my face and pull me closer to you
Feel the blood rushing in my cheeks ‘til it blushed;
I wanna hear your sweet voice whispering in my ears
Saying the words “I love you”;
I wanna feel your soft lips
Gently pressed against mine, brushing it lightly;
I wanna stay forever in your heart
And, I swear, it’s you who’ll forever stay in mine.
Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 10:26 AM UTC
Chocolates, hearts and flowers are ubiquitous in the markets or stores
It is like a frenzy storm, like heavy raindrops rushing through the gutters
I am told at the big mall, it’s like Christmas Eve, where procrastinators
Are buying boxes of chocolate, flowers, candies of all kinds and colors
Candles, jewelries, intimate pajamas, and **** accessories for loved ones
Wow! Love must really be in the air or something different is quaffing
The oxygen, which is necessary and essential for our survivals. Something
Is in the fresh air, where the moon is full and craziness makes no sense
In this fascinating world, where babies are slaughtered and innocent victims
Are cursed, beaten, jailed and killed: I ponder and wonder. They don’t care
It’s is a show of tradition, not a show of unconditional love. I cannot bare
Not to say anything about what I’m witnessing and living. Bad dreams
Endure; they don’t last. Nightmares see the devil in the dark in your bedroom
I guess, hope and pray that Saint Valentine can improve the current events
Yet, I am afraid of the hypocrisy, which behaves like evil rats and pesky ants
Yes, I am confused, shocked and bewildered by so much extravagance for only one day
I write and pray that true love rains and reigns, and tolerance shines on Valentine’s day.
Copyright © February 13, 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 3:50 AM UTC
Tears of Rosaline
The night of ballgowns and flashy lights
Marbles staircase and sumptuous jewelries
You left me here without a clue,
When your eyes had seen her beauty
You forgot the sweet words you said to me,
When you are already making promises with her
I was your first but then you choose your second and happens to be your last
You seem to be happy with her
But don't you know that I was already dying in grief?
You enjoyed your storhy, neither her
All of the who people happy with your so called great love
But, do they notice me also?
I, who was the unknown part of your story
I, who was the unknown character of your love story
And I, who was your invincible chapter?
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 2:14 AM UTC
When people talk about desires
They fill their mind with fantasies
A house designed with gorgeous tiles,
Trending clothes or jewelries
We lock ourselves in leash of wants
Forgetting what matters the most
It turns us bleeding from the thorns
To get hold of the awful rose
But I am just a lucky one
I have some worthy thing to like
I mean I’m not that kind of man
Who cry for costly bike
All I want is this one lass
I don't know but I like this lass
She kinda made me want my school
Because she's always in the class
At first all that I want is games
That studying is just so lame
Until she walk in front of me
A new perception came
I'll never been the same
I want her picture in my mind
Intact in picture frame
I always want to feel her skin
To squeeze her nose and hand
Even if her hair was so thin
I still want every strand
All I want is to be good
And be mature at all
But even if she act so rude
She's still adorable
I wanna be her morning thought
To be the one she always sought
I want to be hugged by her tight
After shivering in cold night
I want to be her Christmas wish
And be her valentine
And if she want strawberries
I'll hunt a fruitful vine
I want her to accept a date
Whether or not I ask
To dance her in a promenade
Even from dawn to dusk
To be with her in the horizon
Or walk in garden of rose
I want to kneel in front of her
Be sweet as I propose
I want her wear a gown in white
Walked by her dad inside the door
Accept me though I'm wrong or right
A man who's either rich or poor
I want her amidst of the truth
Even she utter lie
I'll want her from our youth
Until the day we die
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 1:44 AM UTC
Regress from the birth of pillars,—
To transcend heirs of Elegy,
Beneath tunnels on quaint calligraphy.
Follow the Spirit,
Alive and wide awake,— Possess beyond gates of Court stairs
Have thou seen a soiree?—Stroll on those scrolls,
Saith the name of an Altar maiden.
- -...
Feasting meals, hanging chandeliers—
I am wooed for this
The goblets were applauding
A dazzling poise,—The gem chose me
On the embroidered carpet,
I was the center of it
Switching footsteps, gliding the surface;—wearing my earned headpiece.
That moment,—
I leaned before the roses.
–"Oh, the tight abdomen
I felt like I have no ribs,
Finally, I can breathe—
From such heavy clothing
Well indeed, her beauty descends to
me,
They called me lady,—
A woman of the finest jewelries."
"I want to see her,
May I rest again, Spirit"
...
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 10:26 AM UTC
Of age old lighters
All vast and sundry
These are what make up
My father's hobby
Stuffed into his desk
Were such novelties
He could have boasted
Twas as large as he
Regular raven
With his jewelries
His full collection
I never did see
Only when he passed
Did I lay my eyes
On all the treasures
That drawer did hide
Every size and shape
Of lighter there is
I guarantee you
There was one of his
So much like his gauds
His wondrous person
Never came to light
Til he had passed on
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 11:00 PM UTC
You are an epitome of beauty,
the cornerstone of perfection,
calmly lovely and lonely
so art thou with eyes like dove
and a body moulded into a temple of beauty
you are embellished with grace
and love shines through your face
you are fascinating and enchanting
you make me feel i can defile gravity when i am with you
but thats why i am scared
i ask myself how long can this continue
because love now a days has lost its meaning
as though love is a myth,
i know when it comes to love
trust is a must
but infatuation and youth exuberance are the order of the day
you may love me now but what about tomorrow and the days after
when the guy with fancy cars, mansions and jewelries
pop up in your life like ads on the internet
will my love matter or be battered?
i wasn't done asking this question before you answered
now i feel that love only exist in movies and in my dreams.
dreams??? what a consolation.
J.A Ohiro
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 9:07 AM UTC
They are special children born of mankind.
They are unique kind of people.
They are historical children,
Best of the Best
They are treasures to homes
Pride of the family.
They are beautiful,lovable,kind and keen.
Rhythms of songs,
Melodies of souls.
They are emotional,industrious,innovative and creative.
They are gentle,calm and kind.
They are unique kind of people,golden jewelries.
They are the junites born in june,
Gifts to mankind.
HAPPY BIRTHMONTH TO ALL THE JUNITES.
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
*~
I don't need a palace
Your arms is my house
You are my home
I don't need cars
Even it's a hundred yards
As long as I walk with you
I don't need jewelries
I am wealthy enough
To have you is a treasure
I don't need forever
For each moment feels like a forever
When I am with you
I don't need much
Only your attention
Only your affection
Only your love
I don't need much
All I need is YOU...
~*
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 6:23 PM UTC
I'm just a moment,
That can last an eternity.
A precious second,
That's worth more your jewelries.
A petite minute,
That can change your life
A blunt hour,
That throws out all the lies.
A weightless week,
That fills all your time.
A merry month,
That can challenge your prime.
And a yonder year,
That's so close yet so far.
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 8:08 AM UTC
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Yes officer, they left two weeks ago,
The woman killed herself, is that so?
I don’t know much but
Seeing me by the market, she always said hello
She was pretty but never petty
She’s a lady who ended in a tragedy
Well, you see the husband was rich
He made a fortune in his business
Money, diamonds, roses, rings,
Whatever she wished.
So they were together for a while,
Her body was his fancy,
Her love rooted in the money.
But she was not mean, mind you,
She only cared for the materials
Like a house to shelter in,
Like a car to shield her from the rain,
Like jewelries to make her seem vain.
But how time flies,
The lines dug around the side of her eyes,
Extending underneath her cosmetics,
Wound around her expanding body.
But how love lies,
He was seeing someone else,
Keep exaggerating her faults,
Her ever-growing doubts.
I know, it’s a useless story to tell,
After all we did not want to see her fall.
Her jewels ripped out her neck
Shredded were the silks
And a house left in wreck.
But, sir, I’m truly sorry for her
A someone stripped down to no one
Her life unstrung, her story unsung,
And all her things undone.
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC
Money, the temporary saviour,
Your own convenience betrays millions
And you fake everything,
Pathological liar, you are, it is part of your breath now
Funny things happen,
Still no jewelries could give you politesse
It's too late to save your soul, governor,
You were born with sins inside your genes
Lobotomized countrymen, ****** and shallow,
Majority wins, we somehow deserve to be inside of this damnation.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 11:09 AM UTC