Diamonds Poem Novels & Stories

She was studying me, seeing how much more I could take. The patience — that rope I had kept so taut all these years — finally snapped. I let the file I was holding fall onto the workbench with a metallic click that sounded like a gunshot in the silence. The sound made Greta flinch. “Cold, Greta?” I asked. My voice was no longer a tired whisper. It was smooth, flat, and sharp as a blade. I rose, my aching hands braced on the wood. “The diamonds are of perfect quality, princess-cut to maximize light dispersion. They are, by definition, the antithesis of cold.”

Every single piece was set with stones that looked like drops of fresh blood. Red diamonds. The kind of stones that cost more than a small island. More expensive than the blue diamonds I got from Desmond. A second text popped up right underneath the image. "Real love deserves the best. Some things can’t be kept in a vault. Hope your dinner was nice, sweetie." I stood there in the middle of the kitchen, the light from the screen reflecting in my eyes, my hand going completely numb. The room suddenly felt incredibly loud, every noise roaring in my ears.

Finally the earrings, long, dagger-shaped drops of black diamonds that brushed my bare shoulders when I moved. I slid them in. The woman in the mirror tilted her head. The diamonds flashed like warning shots. Perfect and ready to walk into that party and watch Neven realize exactly what he lost. Ready for Caesar to decide perfection had lasted long enough and dragged me into the dark to ruin it all over again. “Yes,” Xandra whispered, reverent. “This is the one.” I drew one slow breath, tasting the red on my lips and felt something ancient and vicious uncoil inside my chest.

My sister is dead, it doesn’t matter what was used to do it, it doesn’t stop her from being dead. “It’s the fact they weren’t healing and…” Feray tries to finish her sentence but can’t seem to get the words out. “All the blood,” I say emotionlessly. “What?” asks Arthwin. “When uncut diamonds come into contact with our blood, it acts like a poison. Renders us near human and liquefies our blood causing it to pour from every orifice. That’s why there was so much blood,” I say. I can still smell her blood all over me as it dries and sets into the fabric of my clothes. I can feel it in my hair. There was so much of it.

'The Iridescent Stars; mmh… Typical of tonight. Nneoma read the poem, her voice smooth and steady. I gaze up the night sky What meet my gaze? Myriads of shinning stars They shine like iridescent diamonds Diamonds of sublime beauty They twinkle and shine, twinkle and shine. Giving light to all nocturnal creatures The brilliant stars tell me Tales of life yonder They tell me of great meadows With yew trees, yew trees with amber Fruits, of azure rivers ever flowing Of golden fishes ever swimming

This feather will serve as my compass. And my sword, well I am the sword. As I clutch that feather, I use it as a tether, reaching across space and dimensions, finding her, finding my Merlin. The shadows wrap around me in an arch, creating a long black tunnel. At the end is a small point of light. Pulling myself through the shadowway I just created, I feel it close around me. I take one last look back to say a silent farewell to my beloved before leaving this world behind. Diamonds are created when coal is put under pressure. Drifting through the shadows they wrap around me, creating a brightly glowing gown of stars, infused with the power of my love and pain.

This gesture can’t have been out of the goodness of her heart. * Please drop some diamonds.

Iero always shares to him the poems he learned from his teacher, and also the poems that he wrote, asking him if the ones that he had written were good. Sybb coughed as he cleared his throat before he opened his lips to speak. "Like a river of diamonds in the sky, accompanied by the round ball of pearl in the darkness, its light kissing the leaves of the trees that grew cold and were blown away by the harsh wind, traveling to many places in the darkness, not knowing how many people it touched.” He said. “Oh!” Everyone's eyes widened in surprise when they heard Sybb’s words.

I am counting My belongings I Need to include Myself or not I think I will include I am arranging In declining order Of their worth But then I have A diamond A pearl Should I include Self above or below it I think I am above I am now arranging Them in comparative Style Should I compare Self With ruby or pearl I think they aren’t worth But I see people dying In the race of acquiring Diamonds worth How a diamond Adds to me Is unknown yet But heard I will redesign myself Or will it enable a better In thoughts I don’t know what they mean When they say I am of diamonds worth I am a life, dear I am alive How can you compare Me with dead things Of almost no worth At least when compared To me When M

And the cure can only be divine. "Aren't you the girl who always said it was just stories of the old so we'd have something to entertain around a campfire in this quiet little town?" He affronts me and I am one step away from regretting giving him and Skyfall a chance when I have an excellent big city suitor waiting for me. "And they really are. No one has ever seen the precious stones called diamonds..." I reply with indifference. Although I knew the word "diamonds" I have never seen one. I only know pearls, gold and silver that Lilian wears.