Woman Beauty Poems | Examples
These Woman Beauty poems are examples of Beauty poems about Woman. These are the best examples of Beauty Woman poems written by international poets.
Lady Diamond rose as each new day dawns
In her gentle hands her household yawns
A model once in the camera’s light
Now clothed in the light of Jesus Christ
She served her husband, taught each child
With patient, grace and spirit mild
Two sons, two daughters, hearts held near
Her labor deep, her teaching clear
By day she gave till strength was thin
By night the moon would tuck her in
The birds sang praise when morning came
And heaven blessed her quiet name
God be praised for women who stand
With Proverbs’ 31 wisdom in their hand
All women, God’s beautiful bouquet
With Lady Diamond showing the way
~ Sing this to the tune of 'Blowin' in the Wind' ~
How many breakdowns will it take
‘til you know
There’s way too much stress
in your life
How many times do you have to be told
Never make
a pretty woman
your wife
Yes, and how many bills will you have to pay
for seeking
professional
help
The answer, you fool
can't be learned in school
The answer is learned
when she steals the family jewels
.
"hold me"
she move at me
like
"touch me"
she drop her frock
like
"take me"
therefore honor
your
i plead thuh 5th
again
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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.
Pretty is her countenance:
God has named her sexy;
She’s a flower tethered Heather -
This Angel Reese,
Carved my heart strings:
Geppetto –
Lovely game : Baseball.
I'm not a baseball player -
But Indian game,
most similar to baseball
is named as Gilly - Danda.
The traditional
ancient bat- ball game :
Coordination
focussing to concentrate
hand-eye simultaneous .
Gilly-Danda : Nice !
Cricket -Baseball in fusion.
Played in my childhood -
Most favourite game of mine :
Got interested in Baseball.
Now I'm regular
watcher of the game Baseball
to enjoy in full.
I'm not at all sports- woman.
I never ventured to play.
She was picked from the rib of man
while sleeping
Made with the deft and delectable
touches of the Almighty Sculptor
An exquisite blend
Beheld with a skipped breath and
exclamation mark!!!!
That is the mark a woman.
Growing and glowing into the full bloom
as purposed at noon day.
Just like the Sunflower bow in obessiance
to the Sun
So shall you pay respect to your maker
The Almighty Artist
Before you enter the state of decline
As the beauty wanes and fade away.
Before life's cycle turns full circle.
Her structure is like an organ:
A Whitney with beautiful pipes –
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 –
Wood nymph, goddess of the trees,
how splendid! couched in loveliness
no creature may fully behold!
Yet I have, on particular mornings,
in crepuscular radiance seen,
(O brightest eyes!) flitting light,
recognition that love was born
here on the restless, unseeing ground
that we might occasionally recall:
life was meant for something
more than living and doing,
but breathlessly witnessing
angel presence in our midst,
wonder of the morning,
herald of the light,
comfort of dawn,
swan of day,
loveliest
sight.
Christopher M. Swan, “Song of Susan,” 2008
The very form of grace,
whispered presence of,
in this lovely face,
my most precious love.
In the midst of Fall,
harbinger of snow,
rising above all
intention to bestow
illuminating grace,
intimations of,
in this precious face,
my unending love.
Christopher M. Swan 2009
You massage the universe’s spine
the way you twirl through time
and leave shadows on the sun.
–Saul Williams
You are love and light and brightness.
Endless and serene, you move
through the perfect aura
of your timeless self.
You are grace and mystery uncaptured,
breathtaking dancer on the stars,
bringing another brilliance
to the startled moon.
There is none like thee
among the dancers.
–Ezra Pound
Christopher M. Swan 2009
Take stock of yourself and discover you include:
the evanescent sigh over a desert at night
the breath of fog exhaled by a deep morning forest
the silent beauty of a star-distant sky
the ceaseless mystery settled across a tranquil sea,
the quiet tenderness of a nursing infant,
the profound question in a whale's eye
the murmurs hovering over a sacred river
the unimaginable power in the heart of God
the infinite grace of Jesus
the Buddha's smile
limitless peace
universal light
love itself
you
Christopher M. Swan 2009
She's sleek, elegance style her strive every
creation her beauty turn heads
Don't matter, big or small; love knows no
boundaries of sophisticated curves
She's hardcore independent dying be pamper
Cosmetic work of art in fine tune
Skin dripping heat of passion to love
Touch her nails gash sensation urge
To touch her soul, feel for want desires
cries freedom while looking for peace
Heart, pounding thirst she thrives quenching
She's lost, always searching her existence
Beauty of grace, extravaganza to existing
Why her soul weep lonely behind the grin
missing arms of tender love
The woman, creation to life and man but
to herself the image in the mirror
Down deep, fury awaits scorn mischief hidden
Beware, bite can be vicious or love like friend