Her Beauty Poems

I saw her once beneath the city lights,
A siren cloaked in velvet nights.
She moved like poetry, soft and slow,
With eyes that knew the world below.

She...

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Day as fine
As the girl I spot.
How beautiful she looks, I thought.
What is so great? i ask.
Is it her skin?
Or the contour of her face?
The...

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One Amazing Woman

She walks with grace through storm and flame,
A heart of strength, too wild to tame.
With eyes that see through walls and lies,
And kindness...

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The image girl
Rolling into oblivion
Only stopping to say goodbye
Before she dies

Her body sculptured
Marble skin that men admire
Cocooned in beauty and grace
Dressed in sequins and lace

Only...

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She looked in the mirror, a frown on her face,
her mind filled with worry and fear

The sorrow she wears, she just can't erase,
her cheek finds...

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Sublime summer is arriving,
The darling daisies are gossiping
Laying on the sill of the silly window,
The sun is complimenting them excessively,
The blush is lustrous and lurking....

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How many funerals of ones self can someone have before there is nothing left
Don't answer 
It's rhetorical anyway

Funeral number 1
A piece of her hair
A symbol...

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A Summers Idyl

warm summer’s day at the lake
inviting my wife and I to sit and enjoy
the water is a cool aqua blue
rich color of relaxation

slight...

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I dreamt of a siren 
with crystal skin and quaint braided hair. 

her eyes, slow swirls of undying azure,
coiled around, her salt-sweet chorus 
tightening at...

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Bella,
me enamoré con ella,
reflejo de estrella
brillando en su mirada tan bella.
Como las nubes,
el día no se me lleva
cuando estoy con ella,
mi mente se queda.

Si llueve,...

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[Verse 1]
They built their fences high and wide,
White porches where their secrets hide.
Laughed in rooms where he’d never belong,
Called him Beast when he walked too...

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There was a girl with eggshell skin
Who never could let sunlight in.

For if she did, the skin must crack
And with it leak a yellow sack

Of...

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The Queen Of Emeralds.

Thy mothers name is victoria! So full of strength and love!

Thy mothers voice is that of a songbird, spirit is of queen...

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Her hair dances like the cascading stream, 
murmuring in the silence of dormant dreams.
It’s more than an element of graceful façade,
the curls carry a crown...

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This is the story of a woman unknown.

On top of green hill that rose above a village
There was a tiny white cottage that sat for...

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