Beast Beauty Poems | Examples
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Kiss me when the sun sleeps,
When the bite grows, and seeps.
Tongue no longer restrained,
As blood from your face, drained.
Our tango, twist of fate;
Wiggle of charm was bait.
Removed your crucifix,
And set up candlesticks.
Was surprised to see dark
In your eyes, like a shark.
Cape stopped you from thinking.
In a coffin, sinking.
Down onto the mattress fell.
Now in your heart, I dwell.
Your scream, beside the point;
Jugular out of joint.
When dusk penetrates, fear
Aims fangs, quick, like a spear.
His beauty was a beast;
Doe-eyed virgin, deceased.
Existing simultaneous
Beauty and Beast in Nature
Both to survive singing chorus.
Existing simultaneous
Herbivores and carnivorous.
Right Ecosystem to capture.
Existing simultaneous
Beauty and Beast in Nature.
Behold what a beauty came to tame the beast
Who has yet to ravish such a lavish feast
With but a little or no romance in sight
After the last tango both would dance tonight
Quite the delicate juicy morsel tasted
And no better flavor to savor basted
Whenever there's beauty for the beast to see
Then ever the beast will the beast ever be
mirrors are flawless til observed ~ yet beauty dwells in a broken shard
yelled the beast stabbing it into his eyes ~ i’m beyond horribly scarred
still he laughed quite menacingly ~ as his aqueous humour discharged
#aqueous humour# (i’ll let you look it up) hms
By David Kavanagh
There's magic in music,
And the singing of song.
You can feel it's power,
When the melody's strong.
Notes tickle the ear,
With one simple goal.
To pass through your heart,
And temper your soul.
It invites you in,
And begs you to stay.
But the lilt in the air,
Can whisk you away.
You might tap your feet,
Or clap hands on thighs.
It can make you smile,
Or bring tears to your eyes.
Neither man nor beast,
Can ignore it's call.
That magnetic force,
Which beckons us all.
Every time it is inhaled, its return is there
We give back life with everyone we share
Oxygen passes by our heart, gender, race it does not care
By taking it in, and exhaling it out, we bend the air
Man, woman, child, and beast consume this gift
So just by existing and living, you give others a lift
Armed with this knowledge, I never feel adrift
All that have been close enough to give my emeralds a stare
Have benefited from this body's ability, of bending the air
God surely fashioned the blushing rose,
exquisite velvet petals of red.
I'm sure it was God who deftly chose
happy colors of wildflower beds.
God is the single raindrop that falls,
the snowflake individually proud.
Thunder and lightning are God's call,
lovely rainbow midst changeable cloud.
God is the mountains and meadows below,
the oceans and tiny, wayward creeks.
I believe God would like us to know
in birds' lovely songs, God often speaks.
God knows the heart of the wildest beast,
and the heart of a peaceful dove.
God's power comforts those having least
In my heart, I believe God is love.
January 21, 2022
Show Me God Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
7th Place
Storied fables fill the page
of many bygone tales
Penned perhaps to entertain
as memory prevails
Some as priggish parables
some as lullabies
Some weren’t meant to be the truth
Some might call them lies
The Wolf in clothing of a Sheep
The Tortoise and the Hare
Ugly Ducklings, Beanstalk boys
with Golden Goose to snare
If but one there could be true
in manifested fate
“Twas not Beauty killed the Beast!
“Twas love
The Beast was hate
There is always such beauty one
finds in a woman
Even that to which she finds in
herself can be enticing
Her love brighter than yonder stars,
strong as a man's soul
Yet the touch of her curves drive a
man insanely wild
What is it about love so strong, essence of her fragrance alone is love itself
Tenderness of her soul fragile
but boldly built
Her juices drip not even that
of a tear should fall
Love of a true woman only
respect earns loyalty
But only love gains access to
hardened heart
Her mind quiet,her motives untamed by disturbance
Beauty of the Beast,to love is
to be devoured
Heat of her passion be strong wrath and blood drip
But her mind, her heart saids take
me and love me
Feel my inner soul's darkness and
demons rule there
Love with caution the signs warn
This beauty frightened him truly.
So he brought forth his unruly.
She gave him palm on which to graze.
His fierce persona amused her.
Saw his heart as utterly pure.
Yes she saw through his wily ways.
Her touch changed his stormy weather.
And they ended up together.
Soulmate love the rest of their days.
cacophonous voice
exquisite mischievous thief ~
blue beauty and beast
I will name you the beast, she told him, in a loving way.
He was enthralled, no one had ever claimed him this way.
He watched her walk around the room, swishing her whip.
She cracked it loudly, he tried not to flinch. I am your master.
A combination of fear and delight entered his soul.
He could feel it traveling up his loins. He sat back and admired her.
He had never been owned before; he decided he might like it.
Put this on, she said, handing him a lion mask with a full mane.
He stared at the tiny beauty, wondering what she was going to do.
Her lips turned up in an all-knowing style; she was sensual, this one.
You are not to ask questions, she told him, just put on the costume.
When his mother had set him up with a librarian, he never expected this!
lust is a hash of eyes
lust is a hash of a beast
2 eyes is a hash of the beast
2 eyes is a hash of lust
2 eyes is a hash of eyes
2 eyes is a hash of beauty
2 eyes is the beauty of the beast
beauty is the ironing of the beast
beauty is the ironing of the eyes
beauty is a ironing lust
lust is a ironing lust
lust is a ironing beauty
lust is a ironing beast
the beast is the ironing of the beast
2 eyes of the beast is 2 eyes of a ironing beast
2 eyes of the beast is 2 eyes of a ironing beauty
2 eyes of the beast is 2 eyes of a ironing lust
2 eyes of the beast is 2 eyes of a hash beauty
beauty is a hash of beauty
beauty is a hash of the beast
beauty is a hash of lust
If there could be but only one thing
I may critique, my dear Lord,
Oh why a ruby's precious
Only as its fragile
Only because,
Oh how a word
So desperate to be heard
Why dear god,
For plenty lose merit?
Because,
From behind,
My left,
A whisper for my ear
Because,
Because,
The swine are being stoked
Sharp white iron
The air is breathing heavy
Hot ribbons flying off
My vision is getting blurry
As the wrought passes closes
I pray it is not for me
THE BEAUTY HAS EYES
Your grace adorns the stage,
those bountiful eyes I knew first
you glide, emotions poured into your stein
Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour! *
The village shines with your visage,
the articulation of your voice
Your my choice, as scenes range
from mockery to fear
My mind races across the stage with you
as forks, knives and plates give chase
Your peasant green gown and apron
and crown of braided hair,
flying in hilarious despair.
Even as you crept upon the castle
eyes wide as if flickering
in Gaston’s torch.
I throw roses to the stage,
you’re the apple of my grandma days!
7/31/2019
Disney’s Beauty and the Beast*
(Yes, two granddaughters in the same play. I’m busting at the seams!)