Black Beauty Poems | Examples
These Black Beauty poems are examples of Beauty poems about Black. These are the best examples of Beauty Black poems written by international poets.
The male Hine’s Emerald patrols his cattail fen
low through sedge and seepage
his compound eyes pluck gnats from the air
two yellow bars flash along his thorax
hindwings catch the morning
Chimanimani Mountain mist beads over quartz
the female Rock Threadtail
six black feet braced on the edge
her wing tilted toward the sun
eyes—black
He misses the gnat
darts, veers, halts midair, pivots
his ommatidia fixed on her raised wing
smitten, his heading shifts
the female Rock Threadtail rests above her stream
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your eyes with dense black lashes
casting colors of sapphire
wet with ensnaring passion
hook me beyond flight.
We marvel at the evanescent lilac dusk;
A captivating midnight ambiance to get lost in.
'Tis a cool night that brims with quiet peace
And touches our spirit like a silken shadow.
We're completely engulfed in this black umbra
One in a million, this wondrous feeling!
The twilight air gently rests against your skin
As soft whispers of nature fade around us.
Rose behind back, plenty to choose.
Her pensive eyes, her pretty blues.
The stems have thorns, her bow is black.
Plenty to choose, rose behind back.
In dusk’s ripe wheat, this gypsy mourns.
Her bow is black, the stems have thorns.
The shoulders’ bare, her curves are sweet.
This gypsy mourns, in dusk’s ripe wheat.
Though sun is hot, her flesh is fair.
Her curves are sweet, the shoulders’ bare.
Man reaches out, found a nice spot.
Her flesh is fair, though sun is hot.
There’s crushing buds, where seeds sprout.
Found a nice spot, man reaches out.
Garden sobbing with prickly suds.
Where seeds do sprout, there’s crushing buds.
Petals wilting, center’s throbbing.
With prickly suds, garden sobbing.
Dirty affair, the soil’s tilting.
Center’s throbbing, petals wilting.
Her countenance,
Is like a poem, or a Pinot:
This form brings a bouquet,
Dressed with notes –
Her beauty is like the strength of Samson:
Uplifted,
This fox has a fiery torch –
Brilliant vermillion, a splash in the bath
The summer tanager causes a laugh
Color that seems to fly while it rests
It causes a reverence no one contests
No ordinary cardinal, nor flycatcher's hue
No black cap or vestment spoiling this view
It snatches the stinger while singing in flight
Inspiring the singer and song with the sight
Dream moon gazing,
at its flit and flow,
over urban slumber,
that nocturnal bliss,
haze of radiance,
blissful balm benign,
shivery glow aligned,
dark ink canvass,
skyline thirst for,
wink and blink,
star dust menu,
green leaf copse,
smothered hedge row,
black veiled footpath,
lack of lustre,
from the heavens,
yet passing orb,
behind frilled clouds,
in spartan bounty,
might shed blob,
of lean luminance.
Blond blue eyed or black with brown
Ebony shoes matching ballroom gown
A delicious laugh and vexing green frown
Uniquely pretty from a small teal town
Tender hearted not a nicer soul around
Yellow star shines like her so profound
Grandmother was a beauty in her way
Dark brown skin like a Hershey bar
Salt n pepper black hair wisped by wind
As she snaps green peas in a bowl
The sunflowers she planted so romantic
Casting seeds like red roses in the breeze
Feeding the birds in belly and our eyes
Like bowling balls knocking down such sights
Her bare feet ashy knock knees calloused
From praying the most selfless prayers
She dips snuff and spits in an old Pepsi can
Unashamed of her poverty and southern accent
Bright star like eyes that twinkle
And lovely long onyx hair of clouds
A sky of black skin with wisdom wrinkles
A proud walk like a sea breeze that shouts
Who are you black beauty of this earth
How majestic is your mahogany mood
They envy your style you know your worth
Your smile white and wild cure’s the blues
You birth generations of people so strong
Defying the odds and blessed still by God
The way you speak inspires silver song
Hidden away in a purple poetic heart
To know you is to love you and remember
Touch so soft unconditional love so tender
Birds scatter above goldish light rays
sourced from sun and streetlamps
that light a damp walkway with dewy air.
Walking is a long-legged, brunette beauty
adorned in simple, classy black and white
who hides somber, wanting eyes beneath a
stylish black hat. Golden bouquet in hand,
she passes a suited, middle-aged man - passes him so close it seems intimate, as
if they are also two secrets passing.
It’s not that deep world
We either hate or we love
It’s not that deep world
THE CANVASSING SKY
A shooting star fell,
Shot down into a black hole;
Gibbous moon watching:-
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she puts
i meant pullz
her black (dark grey ')
jeanz on
and her blue jean
cutoff shirt
hern sexy
tiez it up
and spy'z
my