Beauty. Poems - Poems about Beauty.

She is intrigue in denim, dressed with just a whisper of leather, which confirmed she wore lace underneath, there's a delicate strength in her voice, a lunacy that sings in her laughter, a tenderness you can read in her smile, lips blushing with the color of wisteria petals, beware, her eyes will eat you...

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tiger kitten casting its spell hook line and sinker...

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On every outing…no touting or fostering of pouty louty shouty postering… No flouting of the definition of classical ebb and flow rendition… Yet boundaries scouting…Rooty sedition routing the opposition… Echo the past…poetic…the ship’s mast and fillip for the cast.. Prophetic.. to and fro athletic ascetic aesthetic …traditions bestow and glow… No 20/20 generic…why old school is still and always will...

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Watching the Wake The river serenity incarnate. Water like a liquid mirror holding the sky, the trees Light falling in late summer eve perfection. We smoothly glide along in the small boat With old friends, Saying nothing. Looking behind us all the way For hours, fascinated I study how our wake unfolds behind us From a tossing turbulence To a small and perfect wave behind that, Curling...

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The sea is still, a painted glass, Its breath a hush upon the shore, As golden light begins to pass Through skies that blaze and burn no more. The herons call in liquid cries, Then vanish in the amber haze, And clouds drift low like lullabies Composed in fire for end of days. A sailboat waits—its canvas furled— As if it, too, would pause...

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Lovely Day No dismay Sing away Blazing sun Children run So much fun Summer bliss Wind’s soft kiss Do not miss! ...

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*TIMELESS BEAUTY AND GRACE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ wrinkles and gray hair aging bones creak and crackle wisdom in her eyes *Note: This poem was originally published in June 2025 (poetrysoup.com › poem › timeless_beauty_and_grace_1738599); I deleted it; this is my original poem....

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I went on a trip A smile highlighted on my lip I was watching at the trees They started giving me a different peace The leaves were fluttering in a pattern Which seemed as a light coming from a lantern The clouds were seeming to mesmerize I started the act with them for melodize When I was going to leave The nature started to...

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Cosy lights and small toy cars. Chasing baddies under the bed clothes by torchlight for the moon and the stars. Creating people and places and crimes. Creating heros and villains with no pennies or dimes. Finding beauty that you cannot find the words to describe. Sunlight through tree shadow cut by a bird taking flight. Mist like magic under the...

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- Idull is a free pass to peace of mind - quote from poet ...

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While wending my way one sunny day in no particular direction on stopping for reflection I took a look at flowers by the rustic fence beside a gnarled old tree and was amused to see beautiful colours and textures which it seemed to me could only be a painting picturesque packed with pinks and reds yellows too while beyond there lay a field of green beneath...

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You're beautiful like no other, Your smile can melt the hardest stone, You were raised well by your mother, Good home training you've always shown. Many stars shine in night's vast sky, But none as bright as the dog star, With wisdom no one can decry, With joy no foe can ever mar. Joy not only shines on your face, It lights a beacon...

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I'm waking up and rubbing two blinded eyes, The crispness of the sweet-scented air in whimpering July Rapidly spreads by a benevolent wind that pleases, It allows me to discover by intent a sublime reality, Which is the morning's picturesque beauty: Does strong belief interfere with a sense of great friability? Nature can be brutal or pleasant, and yet...

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Comment toucher une fleur et la faire éclore en la pénétrant du regard jusqu'à ce qu'elle s'épanouisse sous le sceptre de ton regard...

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On a fine spring morning saw dew drops GLEAM They shone like glass globules Some rested COOL on slender leaves of grass Gems they did SEEM But in time they vanished pliant to RULE! ...

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