"opaline" poems
As dark clouds thunder on a grey day,
Resounding across the arid plains,
I hear the loud cries of a bird,
It cuts across the rhythmic drumming of the clouds,
He's quiet for a moment, then I hear him again.
Through the trees I see him,
Royal, an electrifying metallic blue,
A peacock, stunning, strutting,
Fanning his train of feathers,
Eyespots of majesty, stroked with mossy hues.
He dances in a flamboyant display,
In spot light, as lightening flames the sky above,
Nonchalant, a blue crested head turns with pride,
His ornate train, shimmering, beckoning, to and fro,
His moves, a courtship ritual of love.
His iridescent trail woos in style,
A life of its own in its opaline shades
Golden, blue, brown and green,
Colors of the earth, gloriously resplendent,
A gathered spectacle in his plumage.
As drops of rain touch the earth,
He is still high on the wings of romance,
His feet in motion,
His feathers spread for his mate,
Quivering, glimmering a love dance.
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 10:57 AM UTC
Midnight whispers,
Born on the sway of summoned winds, that
Ache....
Oh how they ache... unfolding quivers spilling
Upon opaline skin,
Their threads of gold, quickening,
Tasting slow moans surging...
Where lips, cradle flesh too fragile for hands,
Moving beyond the trembles, intertwined,
Tangled,
Tasting breathes, smooth, into a warmth of
Tongue-strokes that adorn,
Rose petals, delicately
Drowning in an oasis of silken desire...
Burn me deep, a pulse rage of panther silk,
Tasted naked,
Beyond the kiss that devours your lips,
The manacle of your hunger;
Drinks fervour from my eyes
As I take you inside,
Deeper...
Deeper beyond the intoxication of our insomniac thunder..
The scribe of your tongue
Glistens,
Spreading the curve of my thighs;
The savage vein dripping
Branding my yearn;
I savour the wet of us, the nectar of rapture that
Trickles from corners of my smile,
Begging your taste in unspoken plea's...
The Grail of my release, a hum on your tongue's tip,
Stained in this estrus of dreams,
Wild in the burning hours;
Where you swallow me eternal;
Undulating in velvet currents,
Our bodies bleed into one,
Your heartbeat,
Resting eternally between my hands..........
Aug 16, 2012
Aug 16, 2012 at 4:25 PM UTC
A Girl was pushed into a new World
When she was just seventeen
That new world named her as ****
Her Body became an Opaline
It was the time when
Recession Smacked the City
She was fired from her Job
Left with no complicity
Soon she became a sensation
Her Business became a calculation
London was again capitalised
But she was Stucked Allied
She lived a two face life
Different during day, Different during night
She wanted to make it all same
But every time her bills made her lame
One Day she accidently visited a Grocery Store
She used to visit with her mom
“Oh I have been here before!!”
She murmured that and fell in lore
She got stumbled
But she recovered soon
Walked out of the store
In a B-RIGHT new boon
“Yes I Love my Job
There is Nothing Wrong about it”
Being Different in the Mob
At least she is not cheating the blob.
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 9:47 PM UTC
Would you dance among the stars with me,
Across the opaline galaxy,
And swirl the hem of your sable gown,
Where stardust stirs before falling down?
We’d glide around the rings of Neptune,
Untouched by the distant solar swoon.
His moons could softly light our ballroom,
Suspended where the nebulae bloom.
Triton’s glow will send a silver beam,
Casting shadows in our cosmic dream,
While his frosty crystals, hanging near,
Become our glittering chandelier.
Yet all I seek in this celestial tide
Is not the stars—only you by my side.
For even galaxies collapse and die,
But a love like ours will outlast the sky.
©️2025 David Cornetta
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@sanddpoetry
May 21, 2025
May 21, 2025 at 1:22 PM UTC
(trioletish)
she is lithe and serene
as the staid air melts, frantic.
as she befriends a sable fiend
she is lithe and opaline.
for completion, they convene
and together study the bleak, pedantic.
she is lithe and agleam
as the staid air melts, prismatic.
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 4:48 PM UTC
he is a never-ending wondering
a small zephyr
copse of oaks
opaline birch sleeping in dappled moonlight
a quietly felt remembrance
secret
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 7:24 AM UTC
The absinthe was poured
Soon thirst will be quenched
The water then added
The green fairy did change
So my brain could be drenched
And my mind would derange
What was peridot green
Is now most opaline
The fennel and anise
Are present indeed
But the taste of the wormwood
Is the flavor I need
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 2:35 PM UTC
She jumps back and forth on a mud stained road.
Her little yellow boots violently shattering the tranquility of shallow puddles.
" I trample upon the weak"
A breeze, moaning softly of autumn confessions lifts her blonde hair and reveal 2 bright opals reflecting a dark sky.
The smell of mouldy cornfields and rotting leaves ****** the noise.
Leaves gritting their teeth. Blissfully she splatters through the countryside.
" My scars mark the path which you shall follow"
A sudden halt of the feet, fleeting moments of gazing into her own reflection. A realisation of nothingness..
Just for a brief spell
She realises that she is alone...
That she has no meaning...
" I walk this road alone, I am the shepard of a flock made of condensed hope."
A flash of lightning breaks the introspection. Woefully she splashes along the dirt road, relishing the autumn mirage of a dying countryside.
Her rubber boots squeaking followed by soft snickering.
" I refuse to see the harsh and bleak snow that hangs in the clouds."
a vast ocean of black looks up from a shallow puddle at my feet.
Her boots in my stained hands...
I lean myself against a shovel, stabbed firmly yet violently into the muck of the earth.
And for a glimpse i see her reflection.
For a moment i realise
I am alone
my life has no meaning.
A flash of lightning breaks my introspection.
The haze lifts and i see her opal eyes gaze up at me from the shallow puddle..
" A shepard with no flock is unfit to guide the innocent to their home."
Those opaline eyes blaming me, judging me. A burden unfit for my shoulders.
I toss the dirt in her eyes.
As i place mine ear against the ravaged and ***** soil of the earth..
I hear her boots squeaking.. and soft splashes.
" I tread upon the corpses of the weak."
Raindrops paint black the world..
Each drop her eye... gazing me down...
Blaming me for deeds that were done.
I yearn to return...
To those days
Of whispering autumn breezes, rotting leaves...
And her...
Blisfully jumping around in shallow puddles...
As i watched her from behind the trees.
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 8:40 PM UTC
And when your day expose to test,
Come home to where your soul can rest
Darling come home
The night lit up by lovers yearn
wet lips taught
breathed an impassioned nocturne
The winds lament
swells the air
milk dampened with opaline tears
the sweat on flesh and fear
High as the rising tide
with might and main
with lust and claim
one slow kiss at a time
Fingers on flesh,
tracing my heart in hand
languished and bracing
In your eyes I am mirrored pallid
these naked gentle bones
back arched,
arms outstretched
innocense exposed
My lovers heart beats devoted
his pulse of heat is mine the same
two bodies embraced
my skin of silk his body drapes
This passionate heart,
his native drum
with every beat a roaring thunder runs
My eyes are of twilight and dawn
jewels your fingers give to me
flowering and brown
wild as the forest
calm as meadow
both dance,
my dearest fortune dances voluptuously on my belly
My body yearns
entranced with every breath
the rise and fall from his two iron gates
my fingers fleet to caress
Arms like veins up along my thighs
make me weak at the knees
as I fall into your sea
great body of beauty
wash over me
Come to my mouth
sweet, perfumed tongue
where my lips pour sweet wine
and drink my breath of infinite kisses
I am his queen
His body lapped over me
as if he was caressing his own white casket
Vagabonds enslaved to this beauty
Reckless creatures
"Your Gaze, Your Mouth, Your Foot, Opens Door",
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All rights reserved
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 6:44 PM UTC
I cannot help but stop and look at plants
Do plants make you shiver?
Do they?
I cannot help but stop and look at small blossoms
Never forget the dazzling and opaline blooms
I cannot help but stop and look at rose blooms
Growing up into the cliche of eternal love
An overrated action towards relationships
I wonder how happy a rosebush would be
A rosebush is prickly yet artful;
A rosebush is clever, however
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 9:38 PM UTC
Out of the depths I cry to thee...
wake into difficulty
from lovely sleep
of night's negation
to news from the
bird world sung
and insects that know
what finds its way
early into this
familiar room
two of gloom mornings
in glued sequence
sunrise of grey
clouds scudding
of light opaline
through windows
diffused
are windows only
worlds of open
is rain a form
of loss
and truth but
power moving
all melts and
can be replaced
the soul sinks
a day of grey
makes a day
of blues
death spiral
of the spirit
when did I
become so weak
against the intractable
what is of daybreak
cruel the new has
become
and terrifying
and
continual effort
time not a friend
as clocks threaten
actions untaken
the mereness
of mortality
disappoints
sand mostly gone
to the final
hourglass' bottom
distance incomprehensible
away a way which way
each day a fainter path
fading notes of
unstruck chords
save me from
this cruel unwritten
poem of morning
this syntax of unbidden
meteorology
oh lift me up
and desire
make young
break my human fall
beauty and joy
cannot be sundered
we live by grace
or not at all
allow me survive
what must arrive
for every broken
poety fool
that famous final
Day of Decide
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 9:59 AM UTC
*O she is like the night;
A midnight mystery.
Her voice…
The resonance of night
Abates voracity
& bathes a sinuous
Soul in satisfaction.
Her eyes…
A myriad of stars,
Dainty sugar crystals,
Illuminate the black
In opaline brilliance.
Her embrace...
The darkness clears the mind
& dreams extemporize,
Each rendered by the hymns
Of soothing nightly winds.
Her compassion…
The early hours yield
Serenity to sleep,
Providing strength to face
Yet another morning.
O she is like the night.
My midnight mystery!*
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 1:45 PM UTC
Les longs rideaux de blanche mousseline
Que la lueur pâle de la veilleuse
Fait fluer comme une vague opaline
Dans l'ombre mollement mystérieuse,
Les grands rideaux du grand lit d'Adeline
Ont entendu, Claire, ta voix rieuse,
Ta douce voix argentine et câline
Qu'une autre voix enlace, furieuse.
« Aimons, aimons ! » disaient vos voix mêlées,
Claire, Adeline, adorables victimes
Du noble vœu de vos âmes sublimes.
Aimez, aimez ! ô chères Esseulées,
Puisqu'en ces jours de malheur, vous encore,
Le glorieux Stigmate vous décore.
446
I walked past the Opaline gateway,
And saw mine sister therein,
As let me remindeth thou,
She died at birth!!!
As I recognized her instinctively,
A mushy reunion!!!
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 12:28 PM UTC
venus was once a little girl until she was forced to be a vision.
there is an innocence in her eyes as she runs her tongue up your neck, along your jaw, over your lips, ever so slightly, because this is foreign to her: passion with the promise of love, not lust, a heart with no sharp edges. you tell her that you see her, that you love the heart in her flesh, not the divinity in her mouth, and she cries out loud, rosewater tears from opaline eyes melting like snowflakes on your tongue, they taste like candied grapefruit—still bittersweet.
she paws at your pectorals, makes a home inside your lungs, paints peonies on your eyelids with the blush covering her cheeks, you embody every single thing that was ripped away from her, all at once.
kiss me, you fool, she weeps, let me taste all the love i have missed.
you will give her every last drop
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 1:01 AM UTC
Amber eyes
Warm caverns and mountaintop kingdoms
filled to the brim with the treasures of man
and the roaring of beasts
Wings stir the air and bend petrified trees
Grand plumes of fire
reflect in opaline scales
The dragon soars into the heart of the sun
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 2:31 AM UTC
a. Nocturne
Behold a heart full of stars,
a skyful of cyan grains
where we’ll watch motorcars
tracing the begonia plains.
Reflection of the pines so serene
in a pool daubed with turquoise and green.
An existence held by hands of elysian mould
paints the sundown with sapphires and gold.
On stygian seas,
the solemn moonlight smiles
as lighthouse turns
and tides caress the scattered isles.
Our dreams fill with saccharine desire
to cast melancholia into an astral fire.
Waves of warmth brush upon the gilded shore
of a pure euphoria we’ve wished to explore.
b. Island
The fires of your rainbowed tresses
endure the teeming tidal waves.
You’re dancing with starfish upon the seabed
and mingling in labyrinths from light overhead.
The mast is towering in summer air.
The sun is showering your seaward stare.
c. Nocturne
Our fantasies collide
upon a love laden tapestry
hung upon the universe
and doused in cerebral majesty.
Chameleon stalks in moonlit white
as the din of thunder quakes the night.
Old troubadour sings for the crumbling skies
and paints a floral temple within your lapis eyes.
d. Lullaby
Night’s dark halo o’er the city
showered with diamonds / veiled with gleams.
Sleepless labyrinth of gold lamplight
floods with ardor from empyrean dreams.
Night’s dark halo o’er luminous streams.
Laced in stillness, ghosts of the river,
a fog of nostalgia pours ‘cross the plain.
Silence wanders with cold shadows
trodding the orchard away from the rain.
Laced in stillness, our misty domain.
Song for slumber, a nebulous reverie
painting the valleys of our kindred minds.
e. Aubade I
Birdsong cradled on whispers of air
darkness engulfed with aurora.
Light pours across the emerald vale
and cascades upon sleeping flora.
Foxtails waver overlooking the shore,
blush skies fade to blue.
A caress of sea upon circle stones
as the sky dons a novel hue.
f. Aubade II
Dawn unveils dew swathed green /
sunlight parts the white-clad screen /
branches clutch foggy plumes
as river splits the forest womb.
We’re doused in rays of opaline,
a shawl of lavender rose,
and as our eyes fill with the morn,
we’ll paint our reams with loving prose.
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 1:28 PM UTC
I tried to kiss your mind, in the way of inimical words I’d heard:
how a boy should begin.
With everything I thought you’d be, bubbling in convoluted thought, caught in the fresh oxygenated current
It’s real love and it shouldn’t go wrong.
I floundered, and you weren’t to
swim down from your opaline blue altitude.
Since you existed as a perfect reflection of your face, I
imagined the rest of you lost in the prism’s traces; let your mind’s eye
photo-reply a dappled understanding,
whilst we stretch out to grey misty conjecture above -
ever luminous rising depths,
to a love touched on
It’s real and it shouldn’t go wrong;
but if only for jewel chippings, I liked to kiss your mind;
to feel your arms round my heart one more time
© Copyright David Bosworth June 2023
Jun 20, 2023
Jun 20, 2023 at 5:48 PM UTC
Retro, techno, pillball machine
Arcade, tetro, can taste gasoline
Panic, fury, not feeling alive
Danger, shaking, crush my hard drive
Spiders, robots, made of metal alike
Drug craze, wide eyes, a state so dreamlike
**** me, help me, nothing feels real
Humans, technology, all made of steel
Seizures, sweating, the air starts to crack
Delusions, psychosis, the eyes of a maniac
Arcades, run signs, lights flashing in the night
Distortions, sensations, my mind a parasite
Arachnids, cages, holding me in place
Computers, glitching, my eyes their interface
Trauma, reality, sight in opaline
Retro, techno, pinball machine.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 7:56 AM UTC