Your Beauty Poems | Examples
These Your Beauty poems are examples of Beauty poems about Your. These are the best examples of Beauty Your poems written by international poets.
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"Wake within the Rose Wilderness,"
with the sky of pinks as this day closes.
"I beseech the sun to undress the stars,"
as the moon comes over the crest.
"If I am your refrain, let my name burn,"
in the morning light as the sun climbs out of bed.
"Tortured by the taste of Touch,"
today will the hot sun burn me once more?
"What is a ripple without its rhythm?"
Like the daily sun without the nightly moon.
You're the artist with the pen,
the painter with the brush,
the designer with the colour swatches.
You interpret your dreams,
give rise to your ambition,
create your ideal future.
Your vision crystallizes at will,
draws upon your imagination
to materialize your surroundings.
There may be times of ugliness
when the world seems dark and
intent on dragging you down.
Remember this too shall pass,
renew your closeness with nature
and replenish that innate beauty and joy.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Written: September 15, 2026, for week's Poetry Challenge:
Autumn Memory
The leaves came loose like letters from the trees,
and skittered silver-gold along the lane;
the wind went whispering through russet peas,
then curled its cool refrain around the rain.
I still recall the harvest's amber light,
the scent of apples crushed beneath our feet;
your laughter lingered, low, against the night,
while woodsmoke made the dark seem warm and sweet.
The pumpkins burned like lanterns by the door,
and dusk drew lilac veils across the field;
we spoke of things we had not voiced before,
as if the year itself had paused to yield.
Now autumn comes, and all the old winds start—
the leaves fall, but they cannot take your heart.
SAVOUR THIS, MY CHILD
Nothing reflects reality
Like God’s supreme beauty.
Look into the mirror, child,
And see His greatest reward:
Savour it in thanksgiving, for a while:-
No matter how many times you do,
You’ll always see God’s precious beauty
Looking back at you: this will always be true:-
Know that your beauty has its fragility, needing
To be anchored and solidified before it can be
Sanctified utility: codifying its glorifying liberty:-
With each step I falter, Lord
But I believe in You
I know that You love me
And I love you too
I believe in Your majesty
I believe in Your creativity
Awesome settings given
Through Your directive power
Each morning, I see Your power
Your artwork on display
I hear Your birds singing
I know You hear them when they pray
I believe in You
I believe in Jesus
I believe You love me
I believe in love
Remembering love, like yesterday's adventure
When passion was warm, stamina strong
Heart felt desire of its wants burn
Skin dripping enough make you wet
Excitement indulging need for love, oil
glistening off skin
Feel me; deep inside your curves I play
Fingers caressing beauty's cry, salt
taste upon lips
Tongues entangled, squeeze held tightly intense
Grasp of hair, pull me in deeper
Just wanting to crawl inside your depths
Soft tones whispering the flickering light
Night air, whisper of wind across heated body's
Sensuality, you can smell scent about air
Pleasures of love we once knew back when
Remembering love, hard and soft but two
hearts beating same
I knew you would come back
because you were always there.
My mind begins to wonder;
seeing you made me stare.
The beauty you have is
a display edition; it needs no light.
It illuminates the room
with perfection in the darkest of night.
It strikes the chord for deep love,
sending out perfect harmony.
The beauty you have shown me
made me accept my insecurities.
When I reach back at the memory
of when our love was great,
it makes me thankful for the moment
when I held your warm embrace.
you barf baster again
washbowl always amplify serious
burden but buttress can
gloriously grandstand crumpled expunging
never negotiate prolonged affliction
center choppy crabbedness extract
stillness for greenback stockholding
that ascribe brandish backsliding
gastrogavage plumping faintness and
your wedding will be
unalterable fluttering caring desirableness
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 24–30, 2026)
My ice blue eyes
Ice blue eyes ~ gaze lovingly at you
Radiating ~ joy to all I see
My motto ~” show kindness to all”
A smile chases all the blues away
Blue butterfly ~ flutters by
Such beauty to behold
I love nature, wildflowers, trees,birds,bees
All radiate God’s love
Stop what your doing ~ smell the roses
Be thankful to be alive
You are enough my friend
The world a better place because your in it.
Put on your coat or hoodie like me
Let’s go a walk in beauty that surrounds us
Autumn is springing forth
Awesome colours to brighten your day
There long ago was soul,
Daring and bold,
Who shifted more weight than was told.
They made available themselves props
For the battles they immobilized and noticed
Their power taking hold.
Give yourself props, don't delay
You've achieved every step of your way.
When you delay and take heed
You'll see your own bull's eye
Has carried you day after day.
"Give yourself props, don't be reserved-
You endured what they swore you'd deny.
When you stop and take note of the strife you
Out-wrote
You'll see you're the reason you fly
Give yourself props- funny thing
How we clap for the minuscule of wins.
But the truth that you miss is you've
Interacted all this-
With grace that deserves violins.
your eyes with dense black lashes
casting colors of sapphire
wet with ensnaring passion
hook me beyond flight.
Some trout in shallow water
flickers in the fading light ...
Carefully you slide your hand beneath its belly
and with the other softly stroke its fin.
For a moment it yields to you,
only to slip away into the silver waves
of confined time.
A soul that's hungry and never well-fed,
is always searching for something much greater,
a great love whose meaning is ne'er misread,
or destiny whose time arrives much later.
In God and thee I find a hopeful fate,
a future that restores a quiet grace,
and moments in time's endless, flowing state;
where I embrace your beauty's radiant face.
But if the heavens and the stars above,
and all the world were drowned in seas of gloom,
my lines still live forever in thee, my love,
beyond end of days, beyond even doom!
If love transcends all seasons and all times,
then your spring lives on in all of my rhymes.
~ 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