Woman Beauty Poems

From mine chamber, breathless and perspiring upon the bed,
I spy you there, out my window, looming overhead.
Your gaze, a silent arbiter in the night,
I cloak...

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The mirror reflects a lifetime etched upon my skin; a canvas of stories whispered through maturity. I stand before it, middle-aged and exposed, my nakedness...

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There is a dogwood tree planted in our front lawn.
It reveals its beauty with each glorious dawn.
It was pretty when young, but lovelier with age.
Majestic...

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In the gaze of a woman, beauty does unfold,
Yet beyond the surface, a deeper story's told.
For beauty lies not in skin's hue or grace,
But in...

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Are you traveling to Oron to be lost
In the mysteries and secrets of Ekpe, the Bermuda triangle
lban Isong, a land deeply rooted in the ocean
With...

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O maiden fair whose elegant space that  I, a little ant has found grace
It’s true that the breath of the devil resurrects Death
 ...

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These are modern English translations of the "Xenia" epigrams written in collaboration by the German poets Johann Wolfgang von Goethe and Friedrich Schiller, plus an...

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Oh my God, who is that, can you not see?
It's like she's an angel, sent from above, her beauty amazes me.
Look at that walk, look...

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---the beauty of her heart is it's still beating
the beauty of her soul, her lungs she's still breathing
the beauty of her body, secondary
the Beauty of...

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A woman is more 
than solely a woman,
She's nobody's 
but her own,
She embraces
 truth in life 
with compassion
 in her soul.

A woman is more 
than...

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Not muscles forged in fire's wrath,
But gentle hands that cradle life's path.
Not thunder's roar that shakes the earth,
But whispers soft, of wisdom's worth.

Weavers of dreams,...

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Paradisiacal flower blessed with thorns,
bloody tongue holding such angelic prose;
The sweetest petals a harsh prick adorns,
a slight crack in perfection will impose;
Razor fine points cover...

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The simplicity of yearning. It burns softly, like a hand grazing over a candle. A mouth full of sweet nothings to be spilled onto the...

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Exceptionally tenebrous is this evening ceiling
One lit candle would be seen for miles appealing
That within the pitch-black, a snare is concealing
A minibeast with stinger at...

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Saint Tropez is a summer town.
Smaller than it ought to be, really.
Like when you realize the French quarter,
in New Orleans, is just three blocks wide...

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