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Beauty Sonnet Poems | Sonnet Poems About Beauty

These Beauty Sonnet poems are examples of Sonnet poems about Beauty. These are the best examples of Beauty Sonnet poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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A Gift From God - A Sonnet

I am a wish a prayer from mortals lips
That reached heaven and  touched God’s fingertips
And returned to earth wrapped in flesh and blood
A  gift from God’s unconditional  love

So love and cherish me as God does you
And guide and teach me well in all I do
And through the years a garden we will grow
Filled with the fragrant beauty of the rose

And on the day I reach maturity
And feel the need like leaves to leave the tree
To show the world the colors that are  me
Rejoice in all the beauty that you see

For I am your  child the gift that God gave
No More than a wish and a prayer -  away. 
                            ~~~~~

Author:  Elaine George


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Kiss Mark of the Sun


When the sun sets and says its sweet goodbye,
It leaves an immense kiss mark on the sky,
A promise that it’ll return tomorrow,
To take away all our fears and sorrow.

Its kiss mark is dappled with lavender,
Birds hover above  to feel its wonder,
The silhouettes of mountains and the trees,
An art of prosperity, joy and peace.

Its kiss mark is in hue of pink and red,
A fiery love of God sent with roses,
Feel its tranquility and its warmness,
Panacea on worries that come ahead.

Crimson sky is the kiss mark of the sun,
A dazzling beauty since the world  begun.

May 19, 2013


First Place
Contest: Crimson Sky
Judged: 5/19/2013
Sponsor: Poet Skat

First Place
Contest: Your Best 2013
Judged: 1/7/14
Sponsor: My loving greatest poet, PD


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Gentle Summer Rain ll

Featuring:)  Giorgio Veneto

She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain 
the falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence 
bespoken verse that lightens her refrain 
before the time they met - her steps commence. 

She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum, 
her love turned to escape and cloudy string 
where nimbus mistle fell, tears to become 
their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring. 

The first light cotton mists with summer rays 
and skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land, 
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays, 
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand. 

Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam 
with half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.

Enjoy the FRAGRANCE OF RAIN

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FRAGRANCE OF RAIN -contest-
8/29/13 
Sonnet 
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~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~


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Ode to Autumn

Earth’s sphere of fire bids adieu to me

As dying embers gleam across the sea

In rare hues reflected by autumn trees,

Swirling in motion with October’s breeze.



I feel the joy this season has to share

In golden harvest that the branches bear,

And I am thankful for this blessed year,

For divine abundance I share so dear.



The sun and moon take on a special glow

As thunder clouds move swiftly with the flow.

Yes, autumn coaxes feelings to revive,

Those mem’ries of past seasons still alive.



When autumn spreads her dress of lacey frost

I know, in breathless beauty, I’ll be lost.



© 2013 Connie Marcum Wong


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Moon is my Muse

Gracing the night as a pale shining sphere
Shedding her beams o'er the land far and near
Gliding along with the curtain of stars
With her companions, bright Venus and Mars

Light all around me reflects on the snow
Bathed in the presence of Luna's fair glow
Moonlight the same over thousands of years
Shines on the earth as a comfort to fears

Moon that is full, or a crescent that wanes
On through the ages, fair Luna remains
Kissing the slumbering earth with her light
Shining in beauty so soft through the night

As the earth does endure, as the ages roll by
May the moon ever shine as a lamp in the sky


~ Written 2/26/13 for the Moon is my Muse Contest. First Place.


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Beautiful Lies

Stark truth can be unkind and hard to hear,
Not always the best choice for someone dear.
A child who is not blessed with pulchritude,
Need not be told, that would be very rude.
If you must lie a bit to make her smile
That little lie may well be worth your while.
You may just find that tiny slip from truth,
When you have said the fairy has her tooth,
Will not be held against you in the end
Nor force you those wide stair steps to descend.
A lie that’s told for lovely, good intent
Is better than the truth with malice sent.

Weigh out your words is my heartfelt advice,
For sometimes truth is not extremely nice.


A Shakespearean sonnet written in Iambic Pentameter


Philosophical theme


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Into the Gloaming

Beneath the weeping willow
A gentle figure swings
Her dress of white a-billow
While soft and sweet she sings

She sang within this bower
What song I cannot tell
Her hair bedecked with flowers
Blue Canterbury bells

And on into the gloaming
Is heard this pleasant sound
When stars begin their roaming
She lets her hair unbound

Then o'er her form the willow weeps
The night is still -- the child sleeps


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My Perfect Pearl

The life of this pearl, how it grew from the sand
Is a wonderful story to tell
For it bothered the flesh in an oyster's grey shell
And the oyster then coated the sand
It was milky and white, added band after band
'Till it formed a white shell
So a creature can't tell
That it grew from a grain of the sand

This gemstone of mine
From the depths of the sea
Has a glittering shine
That is easy to see
So it's hard to imagine, this treasure so fine
All began as a grain in the sea



Written 3/2/2013


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Beauty's Keeper

She lived inside a hut within the wood-
a strange and lovely woman, nature’s child.
They said she was a witch, but she was good,
a friend to all the creatures of the wild.

The solitary wolf she’d come across,
though wounded, was a living work of art.
He lay beneath the moon with coat of gloss
and eyes that sadly shone; he stole her heart.

He loved her; she admired his grace and might,
and so she sorrowed when he howled with pain,
for when the swollen moon glowed in the night,
she had to keep him fettered with a chain.

That true and feral beauty that she leashed -
was strangely what first drew her to the beast.



For the True Beauty (ending twist) old poems acceptable Contest of Sandy Ivy D


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Pillow Talk Abuse - Andrea Dietrich

PILLOW TALK ABUSE     (collaboration)


by~ Andrea Dietrich

Again you’re droning on and on and on. 
Yada, yada, yada, yada, yada. 
My time for beauty sleep will soon be gone. 
Why can’t you close your eyes? 
You know you oughta. 
Just press those lips together tight and zip! 
My lids are getting heavy as you talk. 
So now I offer you this little tip. 
Why don’t you go outside and take a walk? 
The clear night air might open up your mind.
Before you kill the bush you’re beating round. 
You’re killing ME; I hate to be unkind, 
But when I start to doze, I hear that sound . . . 
Yakety, yakety, yakety, yakety, yak. . . 
Please shut your trap. 
We’ve long since hit the sack!


by~ Poet Destroyer

Congratulations for thinking your work is done.
You may be tired  but you’re not the only one.
I sure hope you like spending your time all alone
All the young ones are grown and away from home.
So, I have no choice to yap yap yap' when you're around.
But, I do this to annoy, before my other annoying snoring sound.
Ever since I remember the beauty line is to late.
Don't forget my yapping mouth is what brings dinner to your plate?
But think of the funny way you want me to zip my lips tight.
My yakety yak is what gets me going through the night.
Retire your eyes else where, if you can't hear me out!
Wouldn't you rather me beat the bush, than to hear me shout.
Your ungrateful ways are like a sleeping pill.
Talking to you is like talking to a wall~ " oh! What a thrill!"
Maybe if you say a word or two, your mouth would put me to sleep
So my dear, talking to you is better than counting sheep.


A collaboration with * ANDREA DIETRICH

My collaboration contest


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