Diamonds Poem Novels & Stories

All that glitters, offers to the soul Its scent or color; If God had not made woman, He wouldn't have made the flower. What good are your sparks, Sapphire blue, without the soft eyes? The diamonds, without the beautiful ones, Are nothing more than pebbles; And, in the green arbors, The roses sleep upright, And are open mouths To say nothing at all. Any object that charms or dreams Gets its clarity from women; The white pearl, without Eve, Without you, my proud beauty, Resembling, all ugly, To my love that flees from you,

Everything here exists to be studied, not rushed. The jeweler greets Dante, then acknowledges me with careful restraint. “What are you looking for today?” he asks. Dante’s eyes remain on me. “Something that belongs.” The jeweler steps aside. Diamonds rest on dark velvet, each one spaced deliberately and beautiful Dante reaches into a case himself and lifts a necklace. A single diamond, Clean cut and Weighty. “This,” he says. The jeweler retreats. Dante turns to me. “Turn around.” I do.

Diamond, I’m begging you… you are all I have left, my only hope. Diamond stretched her powerful limbs, muscles rippling like liquid fire beneath her white coat. She lowered onto her haunches, head tilting toward the fractured moon as if seeking its silent counsel. A deep breath shuddered through her chest, her nose twitching, flaring, devouring the night. Scents crashed over her in waves, the damp earth heavy with memory, the sharp tang of pine needles cutting like glass, the sour sweat of the distant crowd, and the fragile sweetness of Queen Anne’s perfume lingering close.

"I can help you wash those troubles away." Before I could reject Starr's offer, the lights went out, signaling the arrival of another performer. Luckily for me, the second the stage illuminated, I caught sight of what I'd come for. Flashes brought her into focus. Each beat, every note highlighted glimpses of someone far more stunning than I'd remembered. Diamond was ferocious, yet dainty. Intense, but subtle. Everything about her was captivating, and her music choices were impeccable. "Whore" by In This Moment was a statement about why she was here-even I picked up on that. Had she been singing, I would have felt each word delivered to me as though it were just the two of us in the room and

Dad turns to me with a grin and says, "Open your eyes; you don’t want to miss this." I slowly peel my eyes open, and in that instant, I’m struck by the breathtaking beauty everyone has been raving about. The glow and shimmer envelop me, and the rest of the world seems to vanish as I gaze at the splendor before me. Dad doesn’t need to say anything else; I instantly realize what I’m witnessing. "Wow," I breathe out, taking a step closer, my eyes fixated on the sight… it’s the diamonds, the exquisite diamonds that everyone adores. They are a true marvel, radiating brilliance in all their glory. There’s no protection around them, not even a glass case; they’re simply displayed on the table, glis

the King smirked. He leaned to kiss the skin behind his earlobe before whispering "Diamond" causing shivers to run in Jimmy's body. He kissed his neck, "Diamond." He placed his hand on his waist and kissed his right shoulder, "Diamond." then the left one, "Diamond." This time, he faced him and look right into his eyes. He smiled and placed a kiss on his lips, "My beautiful, my strong, my unbreakable and my precious Diamond."

In a way I was. “You know how a diamond is made, right? It’s exposed to extreme temperatures and immense pressure for billions of years. I think it has every right to be proud of itself.” Arrogant asshole! A faint ripple of laughter came from somewhere behind us but it felt jarring and misplaced as if the rest of the world had no right to continue while this conversation unfolded. I forced a small breath through my nose, steadying myself. “You’re reading too much into a piece of jewelry,” I said, refusing to give him the reaction he was clearly fishing for.

She nodded and turned, leaving, but not without a hateful glance at me. Dimitri continued to stroke my hair, he wrapped his cold arm around me, a ruby ring on his finger. I couldn't help but stare at it, "it's beautiful, isn't it?" He asked, and I nodded my head slowly. "Rubies can be so magical, but very common." His voice changing, he slipped a finger under my chin, lifting my face gently to his, I could feel his warm breath on my face, it smelled sweet and it was making me sleepy. "You're not a ruby though," he breathed, his voice was soft like it was a secret, "why?" I asked and he smiled, "because you're a diamond. And those are forever."

Claire’s They say diamonds are a woman’s best friend. Every woman has her own source of beauty and strength. You can’t just be beautiful for no reason. Beauty comes from the heart, it’s like a reflection. Just like diamonds, they don’t shine on their own, they reflect the light. I held up a pair of diamond earrings, admiring them. The light from the lamp made them sparkle, and the brighter the light, the more elegant they shone. I smiled. These would be perfect for my outfit tonight.

Every spark that flew from the saw was a piece of the nobody from Port Haven being forged into a leader. When she finally stepped out of the shed, the sun was beginning to dip, casting long, golden shadows over the mine. The miners were waiting, their cynicism replaced by a tense, quiet curiosity. Ophelia opened her hand. Resting in her palm was a diamond that looked like a shard of the midnight sky. It wasn't round. it was sharp, jagged, and brilliant, with a deep blue heart that seemed to glow from within. It was a masterpiece of contemporary unique value.