Best Appearance Poems
It was not the mountains.. those that dwarf us,
the forests that invited our senses...seduced us to stay.
Nor the oceans whose mass we contained within us,
creatures small and large...some we loved and others feared.
Not,
the floating rain, the clouds...kind or angry,
the sky bright or blackboard black,
the falling leaves or those who held on tight,
the multiverse of colors sharp or flat.
NOT...the seasons that in all their glory arrived
or stepped away as their sister or brother took the stage.
Every inch of our untouched world chants to our sensibilities,
the perfect candidate to rule our internal domain.
Life in its all knowing way
has always bestowed us with gifts,
unfolded miracles in our wake,
other times challenged us in a rage.
Our world would take an eon to notate.
Not,
those particles...each made the whole,
stirred our voices...drew from us...song.
We,
are only messengers.
Our words not our own.
Some call it passion, others magic, they also call it art.
Some suggest it comes from the heart.
Whatever you call it, this mystical harbinger
who through us communicates...
it is he, she, responsible for what we loosely term art.
Poetry like all the arts...never began as such...
rather it is integral to just being.
IT is US...
just ask the lady with the pen and pad
writing while driving her car...
it is a part of our existence
...it has always been.
poets would write,
even...
if they lived in a vacuum.
My adored is here, Oh Vincent!
Charming with your perfume's scent
not minding if it costs just 50 cent.
Wishing to lean on you
and form a crescent
on your well endowed body
which is like an expensive present.
Stealing a kiss from me is decent
but pulling me back
and forcefully keeping my legs bent;
even with my resistance,
you would not relent
makes you a pathetic Dog 100 percent.
And I am regretful of my time badly spent.
I escaped, when you were a little complacent
as you rudely smiled
like a badly trained Adolescent.
And all these while,
I thought you were innocent.
How dare you try to penetrate
without passing through my consent?
Now that the beast in you, you represent,
the only thing I have to say to you
is REPENT!
Published: 6/6/2012
We are all the same they brag
So we can be friends
I look at them
One old one young
One toothless, one with pretty straight white teeth
One dressed shabbily, the other one a band box of beauty
I know I am missing something.
I am thirteen.
I should be able to figure this out
Surely nothing is more important than appearance
i remember
being by the pool
i was no more than ten
my grandmother
was enjoying herself
chatting and laughing
suddenly
i caught
myself thinking
it will be nice
to get to that age
and not care
what my body
looks like
what !
even at that age
i knew
there was something
wrong
they had gotten
to me
i was already
brainwashed
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on March 4, 2021
I may appear as so much more, unwelcomingly,
and concurrently be less than what you think you see.
You may be grouped with others according to me.
People often try to hide me, women especially.
I'll change your appearance in ways you won't desire,
but if you care for yourself well, I will rise higher.
I keep proceeding ahead and will never go down.
My pace seems much faster the longer you are around.
1-17-2021
Judging Others By Appearance
By Elton Camp
For some we have a hatred or fear
Almost as soon as they come near
The lady dressed just a bit too cute
Some assume must be a prostitute
Perhaps a boy dressed a certain way
Is, by others, immediately called gay
A man in a suit, respect won’t lack
That is, unless he happens to be black
A priest with his collar turned around
As if he’s a pedophile, others frowned
The humped man, old and gray
“An old fart,” is what they say
When a Mexican some now see
“An illegal alien he sure must be”
What shows up on the outside
Another person, though, may hide
female attraction
incessant male mating choir
cicada debut
May 29, 2018
Magicicada Contest by Maureen McGreavy
N/A
Yes, I adore your eyes
Not only for their unique shade of brown
But also for the way they see the world clearly
Even on the cloudiest of days
Yes, I adore your lips
Not only for their kissable qualities
But also for the syllables that flow from them
Never uttering an unpleasant sound
Yes, I adore your nose
Not only for the cute way it flares when you laugh
But also for the deep breathes taken in
As we meditate on the meaning of life
Yes, I adore your ears
Not only for their elegance when properly adorned
But also for being attentively attuned
Hearing and listening with an open heart
Yes, I adore your hips
Not only for holding and caressing at night
But also for bearing the Divine burden
Of producing an carrying the next generation
According to Dr. Twelfth
Cosmetics impact health
Subvert true love by stealth
And squander limited wealth.
At the end of the day
Beauty rinses away
And the face on display
Appears withered and gray
All that money and pain
Is flushed down the drain
So its hard to explain
Why they do it again
When it comes to a test
The face men love best
Is not self-possessed
But quite manifest
In Ye Olde Gene Pool race
Neither beauty nor grace
Could begin to replace
A familiar face!
Bewitching sirens
Sprouting in hostile orchards -
Profound wickedness.
You shall keep the company of your appearance.. I allow & welcome the devilish seekins of your appearance. The profile fits the company that you keep. The courtesy to take but not ask, you’re welcome. I’m righteous your profound & guilty by association you are,
I am Found of no guilt such therefore I am the guilty of none..
The brilliance of my darkness covers you as sick & illness preponderance you call yourself a soul much less man. Any dignity you have it is mine, below dignity your harmony is given by me to you.
Touch your allowance of life it is only by my laughter of you.. You’re quite the comical as your life is the comedian.. I see it as the joke the others nearly laugh out of respect for my kingdom they know they seek my help and beg .. I give them what I choose they have nothing and that’s what I choose my kingdom is full you are welcome.. I allow such your life is a preponderance of my toes to be a clipping of that nail..
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"Unlikely Friends"- these TV shows confirm-
How animal acceptance helps us learn.
_by Poet
Don't care if I'm a horse, and you, a cat;
no matter that I'm big, and you are small.
We both have heads and noses each can pat;
I'm brown and sleek, and you, a gray puffball.
No matter that I'm big, and you are small,
I feel your love while we rub head-to-head.
I'm brown and sleek, and you, a gray puffball,
though you're a barn cat- I'm a thoroughbred.
I feel your love while we rub head-to-head
as friendship flows within our beating hearts.
Though you're a barn cat- I'm a thoroughbred;
such lasting comfort our display imparts.
As friendship flows within our beating hearts,
we both have heads and noses each can pat.
Such lasting comfort our display imparts;
don't care if I'm a horse, and you, a cat.
You have seen me through the category
of non existence
yet in me you found a gold mine
you took the sky achievement medal
to entertain yourself, your few specials
and your many many enslaved assistants.
I hate to look this lost,
this ashamed, this fresh, this pure
I want to be seen as I-in my worst income
and in my best outcome
I blame no man, not even a white man
Never on my mother
I blame no one except myself
this poem is also on the archives of poetry.com
Written between 2006
Just the young thoughts of the young mind
I guess I saw you.
I would want to believe it was you.
The hair the nose the way you
Sat, and the smell was just too obvious,
You looked once but I turned away there’s so much I could
Have said like a Hey but now it's gone anyway.
This moment faded away. I wish I could
Find a way to brighten up my day and
Press the rewind button and be right
There and replay. Rely upon my thoughts
And talk with despair not let this disappear
, find out if it was you or was it just my mind blur.
Deeply inside I see two sides, one telling
Me to regret the moment being lost, the
Other telling me to keep my head up and
Realise an action doesn't cost, that I might
Have not lost, but still now I'm down with
A big frown
I’ll keep my head up, and try to imagine
Maybe you are shy, or didn't recognise our
Crossed eye, lets believe you do care, and
Do know where to find me, I’m always here
For you I hope I’m fair and that your glare
Wasn’t a blare, that it was true, you and
Only you. I Love you
The old combs
Stay with me many years
Now I bought new combs too
But too lazy to use
I stay at home
Especially during MCO
I seldom use mirror or comb
I use my hands to comb most of the time
To tidy the short hair I cut myself
I'm too old to use comb often
I'm too lazy to bother appearance
Which was spoiled by dimmy eyes and ugly wrinkles
Suddenly I think of my parents
Everyday they couldn't do without combs
They brushed their hair tidy and shining
Father with a quick sweep
Mother with a long hour combing straight down
Olden days people like tidiness and cleanliness
Their days are simple
And follow routines and etiquette
Their hearts loyal and simple
Like the being straightened hair
Now people like fashions ,excitements and hairstyles
The combs bring me back
The sweet memories of my parents and their love
The old combs deserve to be kept
In my heart
Especially during this Mother's and Father's Day