Beauty. Poems - Poems about Beauty.

WORDS Loose words, half-dead letters... When, however, carved into poems, they gain the poetry ...

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The Ballad of the Endless Shell An Epic Poem of Turtles In the age when the world was newborn and bright, Before sword or sorrow or firelight, The Earth did stir with a breath so wide, And turtles rose from the ocean's tide. Old as mountains, calm as stone, They bore the sky on backs alone. With shells like shields from time and...

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An Artist’s Dream NYC Culture Collective August 2018 The SoHo District – imagine – Art center of Manhattan! Trendy upscale boutiques and Restaurants, “Ms Yoo” in this plan It was in August when the art show Daughter and friend designed it all, The friend had her book signing, Daughter kept the event oiled Watercolors placed artistically Realistic florals and landscapes Imaginary scents of roses and lilies Lined the...

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The digits of pi are a squiggle That never will cease but to wiggle. It won't stay in place, No pattern will trace, It has a continuous giggle....

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Summer Solstice 2025 Friday, June twentieth at 10:42 Post Meridian Eastern standard time will find Earth's North Pole tilted closest toward sun. This demarcates most daylight hours of the year for people living within the northern hemisphere. Just shy of the supposed bewitching hour (more than twelve hours from drafting these lines) nearest star in solar system reaches highest point in the sky. Hence hasty...

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A beer bottle don’t burst for no reason. You shake it up. It only shoots when the cap cracks open. I can’t be good when I see your DJ setup, and I wanna taste what’s dripping, what’s dying to break loose when the cap cracks open. I want my lips On your fingers licking good. They know what they’re doing — Your fingers on the lid. Play something. Doesn’t matter...

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For those healing in silence. Maybe it’s the sunlight, dotting playfully through the blinds— a quiet reminder that the world still holds light. Maybe it’s the steam rising from morning Earl Grey, a scone with melted butter —a moment of normal in a day that’s anything but. Perhaps it’s the slow turn of a page, the way strangers drift past your window— Perhaps it’s in imagining their thoughts, their...

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Stars spangle this verse, Fabric-love's universe, Love so unilateral, Dude still loves this gal, Magic continues for us, Flickers, love needs no fuss, We're abstracts, we rhyme, Cosmic lovebirds for all time.......

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I can't forget the night we met, beneath the crystal skies. I saw the stars, the Moon and Mars reflected in your eyes. In light of dawn, we shared a yawn as darkness fizzled out. How sweet and light, our love took flight, defying any doubt. With all your charm, you held my arm and then you won my heart. Of this I'm sure, we...

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long tree limbs stretching over gurgling brook flowing minnows are dashing I sit on the bank observing nature’s beauty a calming moment ...

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Gasping as she glimpses out of the 2D The majestic colors full and in 3D ...

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butterflies and bees pollinating the flowers spreading new beauty ...

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Following the winds where they blow Keen eyes into the distance From the wilderness to the skies An Eagle’s symbol and creed Strength in survival Flying far and wide Soaring wings Depth through ability Through storms and calm skies Wise mind Eagle alert Struggles at times Feeding and Breeding Eagle wonders Yonder to fly Horizons beyond the high mountains Indian Eagle values Offer many surprises Species their own Expansion of wings Courage to extend Pause when...

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I see words, and they see me It’s true they are sentient, quite But they will never see the light of my world through my loins They keep floating by, ever speaking never ceasing like tinnitus in my transcendent sight Like orphans from somewhere never Their little fingers grope as they look at me squarely Speaking barely, “bring me...

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