Within Beauty Poems | Examples
These Within Beauty poems are examples of Beauty poems about Within. These are the best examples of Beauty Within poems written by international poets.
within the woods
simple life lays dormant
hidden form the world
Pensive under a midnight vault:
What artist could conceive such infinite beauty?
I'm awestruck within nature's cathedral.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
A soul's time on earth is fleeting -
sometimes parting, sometimes greeting
other souls who sometimes touch us,
sometimes less, sometimes as much as
a universe within a single heart,
before these souls must then depart,
making room for other souls.
It's written in creation's scrolls,
but what if souls then turn to stones,
along the seashore instead of bones,
lapped by waves that caress and soothe
till some are beautiful and smooth?
Then might one rock, especially fair,
lie by a gnarled one, a wave set there?
Beneath the rippled, sunlit glass,
I rest among the eelgrass blades,
A shadowed world where currents pass
Through quiet, emerald-tinted glades.
A gentle pulse draws in the tide,
Through open folds, the feast is spun;
I sift the sea where currents glide,
And take the bounty of the sun.
A sudden rush—a snapping spark—
I lift and dance upon the floor,
And vanish swiftly in the dark
To settle on the sandy shore.
Here, safe within my textured walls,
Away from cruising shadow’s eye,
Where peace defines the quiet halls,
The rushing world may wander by.
Adorned in ribbed and fluted grace,
Where painted bands of pink align
With lavender across my face,
The ocean's quiet masterpiece—
A living scallop...resting.
I See You For Your Soul
I see you for your soul and all that goes with it,
I see you for your smiling eyes and tender lines of grit,
I see the way you move and treat your fellow man...
For it's down within the soul that the truest essence brings
Love and tenderness and all the finer things.
I see the caring heart of you, and all your saving grace,
I see the many tears you've cried left streaming down your face.
I see the mark you leave on those that you hold dear,
And leave them always wishing they could have you standing near.
But the biggest and the best of all you know,
Is the giant place where you leave love for it to grow.
You never have to hide from me, or play a different role,
Forever and completely, I see you for your soul.
— Debra
Whether dreams, memories, or thoughts of your family,
Within these small pages, may all of them be profound.
I hope that every word you write will help you to see
The beauty that is you, that nowhere else, can be found.
Nature's captured in blue undulations, as swans glide,
at the sunrise of red, against backdrop of colorful sky.
Then the mirror turns so golden, as sun reaches zenith,
Reflecting purple and jade birds, in clouds, enormous.
Sea of striking scenes, of vivid birds, off to foreign land,
of pines, yellow flowers, mountains, or pebbly beaches.
Moonlight visits, strewing pearls on meandering waves;
with pretty, beige stars, winking, at secret bearing night.
Swimmers floating or frolicking, just one day in the life.
Moments trapped within nature's mirror of time, forever.
I stand here basking in the sun so warm
While ocean sea breeze whips across my skin.
With tranquil thoughts my mind is now at ease
Serenity to enjoy my tranquil thoughts
I gaze upon horizon's running line
Where heaven's sky and sea connect the earth.
Creating shoreline with a perfect edge
The glittering reflection in the surf.
With perfect calmness gentle waves roll in
A quiet hush, while breakers overlap.
My memory bank forever will cement
This beauty seen; that man could not create.
With every fibre deep within my soul
I sip so slowly natures perfect drink
Replenished now my heart sings out with joy
On heaven's shoreline; standing on the brink.
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The heavy sky begins to press,
A velvet shroud of dark distress.
But where the masses turn to hide,
I stand awake and eager-eyed.
The distant rumble starts to roll,
A sudden tremor in the soul.
A phantom scent of rising rain,
That washes clean the weary plain.
The heavens split—a brilliant spark,
A jagged ribbon in the dark.
It dances through the clouded deep,
Waking the world from troubled sleep.
Let others tremble at the noise,
And seek the shelter that employs.
I find my peace within the chaos,
Where fierce and stunning that crisscross.
An electric thrust upon the air,
A wild, untamed, celestial flare.
I breathe the lightning, source the rain,
And find my silence in the chain.
Your beauty is almost blinding
as you glide across the floor.
Remembering our last embrace,
I ache within my core.
Its time to visit wonderland,
you know I have the key.
Whispering enchanted words,
I wish to set you free.
I'll raise you with my tender arms,
suspend you in my realm.
Quivering you'll enter bliss,
let passion overwhelm.
We'll dive into each other's eyes,
ignite the flame of truth.
Delivering love's scorching heat,
perfection sought from youth.
I'll break the chains that hold you,
bring ecstasy refined.
Devouring, bodies aglow,
our minds and souls entwined.
I'll take you to the mountain top,
together breathe the air.
Perspiring, we'll both let go,
undying love I'll swear.
Baseball is not a struggling momentum,
but the spatial awareness of fortitude,
a narrative of pauses where beauty thrives
in the space between pitch and swing,
a jade diamond shaped from soil,
where time effectively stands still.
Within the timeless design of opportunities
lies the idyllic beauty of stretched promises,
flourishing in the arena of action -
the metrical smack of a ball hitting the leather
and the ripple of murmur in the stadium.
There is a profound modesty entwined
with the tapestry of the beautiful sport
that reflects the resolute endeavor of resilience,
adorned by the cyclic rhythm of return to home,
the delightful journey ending where it begins.
The stained glass breaks the morning light,
each shard a tale the sun rewrites;
ruby deepens with reverent air~
within this colored prayer.
Gold spills like vows the day once kept,
soft warmth where shadow long has slept;
green climbs toward grace suspended there~
within this colored prayer.
Sapphire pools where lost dreams return,
a quiet place where sorrows learn;
its blues restore what hearts can bear~
within this colored prayer.
I stand before its living flame,
a mosaic stitched from hope and shame;
it teaches how the broken fare~
within this colored prayer.
sometimes what is visible cannot be touched
Wildly lush, breathing life, a vision
is the secret garden of my heart
springing forth, alive with hope
ready to be admired by your eyes.
I long for your presence
here, inside my heartbeat, my fertile soil
where earthy echos of songs are heard
let my soft, leafy tendrils embrace you.
Within my secret garden
my pistil flower scents delight and entice
come and bask in their sweetness
let love’s elixir flow on and on
in the springs of my garden.
Yet, my garden cannot flourish alone
it will not survive without you
let us be entwined together
two flowers blooming as one
within the secret garden of my heart.
Sometimes I wonder if I look like her
In low light
Just bright enough to make out features
But not enough to notice it’s me
Maybe it’s the way my eyes gloss over in the evening
Holding the same simplicity
But mine are blue
And hers were green
We shared long, messy blonde hair
That always tangled in the wind
She had such beautiful hair
But I cut mine
And these days people say mine looks more red than blonde
Sometimes I catch my reflection
And see her for half a second
And for that half second
I let myself believe
I’m as beautiful as she was
But the older I get
The more I change in ways
That pull me further from her image
Still, for that brief moment
I can feel her living within me