Beauty Poems | Examples of Beauty Poetry

When the sublime symphony of summer is about to enter its last movement The mysterious curtain of magic Nature transform into golden colors yellow, orange, red and even purple Eye-catching spectacular color shades Walk in the quiet respite of autumn while breathing in the lovely fresh...

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You tell me many times… I am beautiful! Your words take me to cloud nine, I waft, I float, I glide! Do I believe you, or not? Because beauty lies in the Eyes of the beholder! The world may not agree with you, But you are firm in your belief. My parents thought that Their girl was the prettiest, My kindest friends considered me gorgeous! But I...

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My beautimous man is my favorite visual treat. Times staring at him are times I often repeat. His blond tendrils hang down, outside his do-rag, and are curls my fingers just have to twirl and grab. Fierce, piercing blue eyes allow his gaze to melt me, happens all the time and never do I ever mind. The rich pay surgeons for...

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songer.co/song/pkxe5d33ackl9jknz4ucezf1 [Verse 1] She walks in slow, like a storm that won’t break, Got eyes like ash and a mouth full of ache, Dressed to kill, in some kind of spell, She’ll kiss your lips, then drag you through hell. [Pre-Chorus] Don’t need your love, don’t want your name, She lights the match and walks through...

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It's all appearance an unconditional appearance which leaves nothing to know~~...

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Albert Nelson's father bought a huge clock, the very day he was born, A happy fellow, with a winsome smile. Like the merry pink sun, at dawn. Being too tall for the shelf, it stood inside their foyer, for ninety years, Without the penchant to be slumbering. Tick, tock, tick-joys and tears! Albert loved to watch its pendulum swing,...

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And when you finally get some rest ~ the rest will...

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The art was most beautiful on the dark canvas: a background that set up a stage for unfolding explosions of light struck beneath growls of thunder as swift swords of steel slash full clouds once holding- the deluge, escaping as a glistening wonder. The art was most beautiful on the dark canvas, as Moon hid behind the large battle, ongoing. Her sky...

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Born among stars, for a star, too, am I A scion of the Earth and the star-filled sky Helios, my name, called by ancient ones Stardust clings as I am now among suns My essence is of sea waves at high tide or, as they gently kiss shore, then collide The hills share portions of the mystery as they often...

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Love can be like sale, it comes in many types, like sight and might. Might you like some love, love that is found in words. Words of joy and of love, that make you have chills down your spine. Love that warms your heart, making your blood warm just with the thought. Love that you...

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burgundy and cream and orange blossoms she wore crowned in hues and lore fresh naturally like deep green, minty morning sweet scent trails forming queen of nature crowned in myriad blooms daily so lovely lately ...

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When we first met it was in a room of the unknown. Your background was of a woman’s silhouette. A mysterious picture of a person that was questioning everything I did not know who you were! All I saw was your words of a beautiful question Those words in the beginning I do not remember as I only remember speaking...

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They say stillness is absence, an empty space between worth noting, but I have heard its melodies in the pre-dawn chapel where stillness reigned and still the walls exhaled calm. I have found stillness and not loneliness--- but in two hands clutching without speaking, the heart knowing inside out language would only raze. Silence is like sunlight before it shines, the tranquility after...

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If beauty is but skin deep, I prevailed upon her to construe, 'Does it lie in the eye of the beholder or, of the two which one is true?' For we can't judge the book by the cover, with but one look, as what's inside truly counts far much more than that. And tho' to me she bemoaned, 'I am big-boned' I've yet to see...

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To Die is To Live To die is to live in a life more complete Where sorrow and joy in eternity meet It's not just the, but a sacred release, A journey to stillness, a moment of peace. To die is to rise from the weight of the clay, To step out of time and be swept far away. The chains of...

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