She Herself Is Poetry

She Herself is poetry

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder 
To her it’s a theory , that can’t be proven
Because she is loved by many but acknowledge by a few
I disagree; she is a goddess without denial

She does not only turn heads 
But she is the reason why 
I believe God has favorites 
Her beauty can not be described 
Mere vocabulary will not serve justice 

The truth is her beautiful,  black long hair
Does not go unnoticed 
It sadness me that she believes her gummy smile ’
Is not admirable enough to focus on
Undeniably, she is my muse 
Her desirable physique is lusted over 
A blessing or a curse 

She is a cactus in the desert 
Many desire to drink from her waters
But she is a women of standard 
Too good at protecting her womanhood 
Her curves and waist is so perfect 
It is as if she was sculpted by a Greek God 
Not just any artist 
An artist with an appeal for 
The finer things in life 
I believe she is not human

She is like the portrait that hangs 
In the middle of the gallery 
She is on stage
Lights hovering over her
Cameras on her 
And the press is her audience 
No matter how many new pieces of artwork
Enter the gallery 
She can not be replaced

The reality is individuals do not
Have the taste for the finer things in life anymore 
She is as fine as a white wine 
Served on the coastal harbor 
I love her 
 but she doesn’t even know my name
Mama said some things are better off 
Admired, then approached 
She is a combination of 
Delicacy, luxury and refinery 
A five-course meal that  serves with style 

I know you're thinking. 
I am only talking about her beauty
Off course she is more than her looks 
But I believe poetry 
Is something that is seen by the third eye

A doctor has her stethoscope. 
A firefighter has her firetruck 
And a poet has her poems
I got lucked out and I got the luxury to see her
My soul purpose in life 
Is only write poems about her
Poetry does not have to be articulated
Read by many, understood by a few
A linguist would say 
The synonym for poetry is Her
Her whole existence is too bold not to write about 
And I believe she herself is poetry
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Agustin Avatar
November 14, 2025 at 5:06 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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