Beauty Poems | Examples of Beauty Poetry

The cafe burnt alive as soon as you Set your patent leather boot inside And walked right into this unknown, Mysterious yet familiar world Of witty writers and pious poets With their poetic pens. My tantalizing timid eyes Met your musically amused eyes, And I heard a symphony unsung, Strange, how can you be just a stranger, When your eyes can speak so...

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as i float among the stars, i wonder how far we are, those golden twinkles, that shine so bright, its not the stars its your eyes tonight, looking at you with love in my heart, i pray to the stars that we never part, parting from you would really hurt me, in so many ways that you can not see and...

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I forget— like how leaves forget their tree once autumn called them free. Moments slip and leave an unsettling void for dreams to flourish. Uninvited, wearing the mask of memory. A fiction sung in earnest, stitched in gray hours— where dreams blend into truth. A hushed whisper: “Beauty is truth,”—but I wouldn’t know if the echoes I call "mine" ever rang— I am built of broken facts, soft edits, and pills that patch up what...

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black cherry dusk skies and moon rose, it was silver butterfly quivers the gemmed stars were out and Mom tending blooms, singing clematis clinging jade dragonfly lake comes again in memory with anemones Dad had just come home one yesterday of my life when roses were rife...

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Hidden beneath the leaves of trees is a blue shop - Gleefully I smile; half - construed but true shop. No soul in sight, parking heedlessly, now I plight - Wearing chapals, I go in - flight to this new shop. Entering, I see a man’s mouthy visage - Working he spits in a silver bowl in this rue...

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A mirror isn't just a frame, A sheet of glass that speaks your name. It shows your image. Yes, it's true– But now the whole of what is you. It doesn't bend, it doesn't fake, It captures truths you cannot break. But mirror hide in the other forms– In quiet thoughts, in silence storms. In words that bruise, in eyes that...

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vivid spectacle ...

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The Jewish couple I have written about this before, but somehow didn't get it right  My perceived brusqueness made them think of Cracow, they had fled, their relatives lost in the turbulence of a war where they, as civilians,  but Jews had their life made into nightmares.  There was a small sweet shop near my café,  selling my chocolate with nuts,...

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. that gap fissure identity twixt yourn lip's ...

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Catalytic cascade of mirror gleam relish on sleep encrusted eyes, such sylvan surreal therapy aligned to dulcet bird lilt, garnish to the willow weave wayfarer of iridescent poetic inkling, vernal vivid verse drought a derelict damnation for those who implore heaven’s intercession, a world endowed with luxuriant canvas whose ample acme is bestrewn with hue etched serpentine...

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It is the desire of the moth for the star….. - Edgar Allan Poe I awoke this morning to find the powdery imprint of wings on a window that must have been left by a moth trying to get in when it careered full...

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song's love abides in the etched , blooming solace sun always echoes ... ...

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Time flies so fast, and so do I, Never knowing what happiness is Yet I search for eternal places— Still, I am fine. Those who nurse a grudge And Inflict their pain on me. Never knowing what beauty is Yet I search for eternal places— Still, I am...

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Is it not simple These words I portray Leaving one in thought To pass the day away I watch the raging river Sunlight glisten Upon the leaves Reminiscing A day so long ago Of a child young And free Of all the stones gathered Piled high to conceive A fortress of golden light To Fulfill a yearning need Of lemon yellow blossoms Lavender frills And a beautiful Song The lofty hills consider Twinning...

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My haunting birth place, picture book of green scene bliss, brimming with winsome townsfolk, who ooze unfeigned charm, streets vibrate at crack of dawn, night life otherworld intrigue...

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