Best Beauty And The Beast Poems
~Chasing Bigfoot~
Across the Bayou Waters
Into vast trails of wilderness
I follow a sound, a sullen scent
---footprints
He was out there,
hairy large and in charge
Drugs under the beastly moonlight
Heavy torrents swept me in
Deep, down and dark
Under a hidden den
Between the moon and stars
I gaze into a world unknown
A comparison of salt water and bonnets
Lord of the forest deep
Entrapped in a romantic secret sonnet
Over the corner in every shadow
Red Auburn hair, above a 12 foot pair
Daring to face the lone gallows
In one peek
I observe it was not made by men
The fear became excitement
It offered a moment to think
I don't know if it wants to injure me
It sniffs me repeatedly,
Smearing my skin with his nose
This type of behavior, this smell
Began to arouse my rose
Rough nails grip around my neck
Forest flavored lips
Unravelling a taste unhuman
The touch erupts and fills me with fear
Still, I long to linger near
Sunrise starts with a grin
Revolving around the mood
Upon his long coat of shrooms
Without fear I stroke his thick fur
Rough and sweet I repeat
Living or dying, I stay
To love the fear-driven inside
Day after day
Deep and gray, life fades
Then becomes elusive
11 years the sun hides
Dark eyes, hold me all night
This wild man, by the bedside
Cries from the woods before sunset
I follow----
Somewhere behind hidden walls
The woods stand tall
Flowers welt from this burning love
My heart owned by the sasquatch
Though rapid dreams and streams,
I scream
Of Big Foot and I
By: PD
Beauty and the Beast
In the deep core of her skin
I feel a human who is no saint
Cutting out her heart, ripping everything to shreds
Leaving my prey gutless, in every form of sin (HUSBAND)
Watch the last beat of her heart as I slowly slaughter your (WIFE)
Thank you for participating as I slowly kill her in every way
Stripping her down, enjoying her birthday suit
Watch as I slice her throat,
enjoy the color red pumping out her neck
She gasp, she gulps on her blood
Gently I reach in and remove her silent tongue
I devour her deepness, for all the beauty you mistook
Detaching all her limbs before she gave God her grace
I gave her no pity while she gave one last breath
Look at the empty emotions I left behind in her eye
Staring right back, as I pound a new cavity in her chest
Laughing at her brutal cry!
Confessing, it was time to satisfy the demons within
Chuckle at the thought, how beauty up and left
Trapped by God's given darkness,
Depressing abyss no one will miss
Her mind such a waste, a hunger she left behind only I can taste
Her eyes, I will cut and burn, for allowing him to blind her way-
Her red plum lips, I have sewn shut, for never speaking up-
Her tongue I swallowed completely
I could not stand the crying of the soon to be slaughtered sheep
Bathing naked in her guts for not defending herself
Plunging out her spine, pricking my finger on her hip
My blood gushing out thick while hers flows thin
Analyzing while mutilating, myself reflected twin
A mistake was to lurk, trapping the beauty within
Putting her in a coffin, knowing this will dry up the tears
I'm holding up a guard with an unbreakable shell
My prisoner in this body of lust, forgetting the meaning of hell
The women inside is dead, I murdered her long ago
The front I put upon is colder than snow
How can I let her find her Beauty-----------(WIFE)
When she still lives with the beast----------(HUSBAND)
I know her only secret,
That will give her life and brighten her glow
Give her a delicate rose and you will see!
The ugliness will melt, and reveal her true identity
*Thank you Beast,
*For reminding me what killed the Beauty
~5/20/2010~
"Beauty & The Beast"....
Our different up bringing, the social status says hell no,
the body chemistry, the man in me says yes yo,
it's fo'sho, I've caught her vapors and me she's feelin',
the negative whispers, plus about her parent situation, they be illin',
opposites do attract, on those facts we should be chillin ',
so tell your parents to off, ya'ridin' wit da villain,
she said, "fo'realin", if you want me, the gangsterism has to cease,
she's a square trying call shots, storytellin' beauty & the beast,
with the pen I release, flowin the truth from a troubled youth,
beauty was the only thing good and pure, could I pull off the coup,
not being in the preppy loop, keepin' it thuggy, rough & rugged,
on the down low the thugness makes her hot, danger she dug it,
we get hugged up, it's so ed up that we gotta hide and sneak,
It's a sexy sensual manifestation, when your making love on the creep,
thinkin' of her on money moves, makes my concentration weak,
I always hit my peak with her, storytelling beauty & the beast....
RaymontG
Spring Beauty and the Beast
Tenderly Spring sends harbingers of beauty,
Knights errant of crocus and snowdrops,
To warm winter’s shopworn heart
And soothe his brittle bones of barren boughs
With balms of long jonquil sunbeams
Melting the grumpy curmudgeon’s stronghold,
As pussy willows decorate his solstice doldrums
She watches snowflakes skate across thawing ponds.
Spring sends a redwing blackbird song
To lift Winter’s decrepit heart
In shy rhapsodies of new butterflies and lady bugs
Engaging Winter’s gloomy frown
Into transcendent blue-eyed welkins like Forget-Me-Nots
Then chants déjà vu in veils of daffodils
As spritely Sweet Peas adorn
Winter’s faded doorstep.
Beauty soothes the beast
Touching the ice-blue armor of his heart
With Hyacinth whispers
And sighs of zephyrs like a fluffy Snowball;
In the Lilac scent of a new equinox
Winter dozes wrapped in Spring’s enchantment
As she sings lullabies of reminiscent hibernation
Until he strides past halcyon autumn shadows again.
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mirrors are flawless til observed ~ yet beauty dwells in a broken shard
yelled the beast stabbing it into his eyes ~ i’m beyond horribly scarred
still he laughed quite menacingly ~ as his aqueous humour discharged
#aqueous humour# (i’ll let you look it up) hms
By David Kavanagh
Two lovely eyes peered out of the dark at me
Stranger why are you hiding in that cave said she
The world would shriek if they were to see me
I am a cursed beast that sprung up out of the tumultuous sea
Lovely eyes please don’t stare at me
Your beauty makes me hide my face in shame
Don’t worry beast my kiss will take away your pain
Lovely eyes your kiss has set me free.
But God Lo! what have I done!
My shadow has fallen upon your being!
Now does’nt that sound like the story of calvary?
The innocent lamb and humanity?
Beauty and the beast, two splendid hearts that beat as one. Beneath
Love's tender embrace, the Prince was destined to find himself again. .
A blossoming friendship happened between the beast and Belle
Castle sized emotions and devotion grew, for she saw what no one else saw
Kissing her with tenderness and shyness he approached her with a smile !
He was transformed into a beast by a mischievous enchantress
Oh the loneliness he felt as a curse forced him to stay within castle walls
Love was the only cure and if it didn't arrive before his 21st birthday, then ?
Each petal would fall inside the glass globe and he and the rose would die.
Love is the fountain of inner awareness, so when Belle arrived,
Only the radiance of her beautiful face made him feel like a Prince again !
Voicing a promise of love, he came out of the black hole of love and entered
Eagerly into her world, filling her with passion, empathy and true love !!!
The sweet neck of her life came adorned with dazzling jewels of the ages;
jewels imbued with holy virtues, long before she was born.
She rose, alone, Venus veiled above a sparkling sea,
her love light flashing wherever she gazed.
As she spun her cosmic spiral, a tiger, hungry with anger and bitterness,
tore at the veil, hoping to claim victory—fire and passion.
Each time she dipped her head, trying to free herself from the ships of ancient
torments that lay anchored at her throat, the tiger roared for more,
devouring jewel upon jewel—fire upon fire, passion upon passion.
She lay, alone, her carotid adornment shortened by the tiger’s every move,
her virtues struck down until she was left grasping at a choker
‘round her throat, her life soon to end.
Then, in the billowing clouds of her torment, she saw Diana rising from the sea.
She stood on an iridescent ivory shell, her arrow poised to strike.
The tiger raged, but could not pierce the clouds.
A red fury filled with fire and passion shot from its hell-born eyes;
its massive jaws spewed hot saliva that set the sea on fire.
The sea itself cried out, “Golden Diana, make your arrow swift and sure;
the world in Venus is quickly fading.
Strike now, the tiger, and restore all aright!”
Even while the prayer was being uttered,
Diana’s aim proved its power as the arrow found the tiger’s heart.
In a flash, Venus was restored,
her long strand of jewels aglow,
the tiger at her side.
Together they stood in a deep, iridescent ivory shell
and made their way out to sea
with a wind that was sure and true.
All was set aright. All was free
as they sailed into the rising moon,
her Venus jewels lighting the way.
Written in contemplation of Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee around a
Pomegranate, One Second before Awakening, by Salvador Dali. (1944)
Come on in welcome
I need to meet you oh yes
this my existence
in shadows of poetry soup
let my words be seen, not me.
Harry J Horsman 2014
Beauty and the Beast
As her beauty glistens on the outside, her beast brutalizes and demeans her insides.
Belligerent engaged and in war with herself, hostile aggressiveness makes her beast comes out.
She desperately cries out, unable to discipline herself.
Her beast disassociates and separates her from forming any relationships with anyone else.
Her beast slowly takes her dignity and devitalizes her pride.
She is weaken and deprived of life.
She no longer sees her worth; her eyes tell her story of hurt.
Pain as a contributor a well-known donor, love has divorce her.
Forsaken entirely abandon since birth, to be truly loved she thirst.
Unable to see her beauty runs deep, genuinely shows her generosity that emphasizes her sincere honesty.
She garnishes her beastliness while smiling.
As her beast is hiding deeply behind her eyes, her glazy stare intensify her happy appearance as a glassy finish.
As her beast is frantic, her beauty becomes fraudulent.
Her smiles more deceitful her heart grows fragile emotions so gullible.
The meaning of love gravels.
Beauty and the beast she will forever be, for the love she crave the beast will forever eat.
Leaving her dying a unloved sleeping beauty.
Nature is beautiful, quiet, and serene,
nature is the forest, with its many shades of green.
Nature is the birds, welcoming in the dawn,
nature is a calf, struggling to its feet as soon as it is born.
Nature is a salmon, swimming against the stream,
nature is a volcanic geyser, venting off steam.
Nature is a beast, kicking up a storm,
nature is the trees, all bent, and broken, looking so forlorn.
Nature is lightning striking the ground,
nature is a forest fire, consuming all around.
Nature is a tornado, with its screaming roar,
nature is a tidal wave, washing every thing ashore.
Nature can be a beauty, and nature can be a beast.
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There is a villain in every story.
The wicked witch of the west,
The wicked witch of the east,
The evil step mother if you choose me as second choice.
A monster ,a beast.
What does the villain look like?
Some people may ask.
It doesnot always have a black cap,
Or a witch ‘s broom.
Or a big and scary mask.
I have a villain of my own.
But she’s kind of hard to see.
She has really a good disguise.
She looks a super heroine.
Who love to live a happy life with her siblings and mom.
Who help the poor and wounded people.
Who sing a song for her bright coming future.
Tell me what I need according to my idealism.
And tell me what I will get according to your ideas.
You bring out my scars.
My sadness, fear and aggression
You cause me a lot of envy.
And leave me with depression.
And deprive me of my confidence.
Take away of my self esteem
Cause me to fear Judgement.
And make me yell and scream
You taunt me with your words.
Like this is some kind of game.
But when it comes down to it.
There is no one else to blame.
This villain is not the creature.
Or a devil sent from the hell
It is made by man himself.
There is a villain in every story.
A statement that is true.
But how do you kill the monster.
When it lives inside of you?
shifting
drifting
dark heart
torn apart
bleedin
seeping
needin
weeping
take me
shape me
start to
knead me
guts on floor
i am yours
seams rifting
soul lifting
i just died
inside your eyses tonight
embrace light
cuz your mine
i cross the line
was elsuive
no exuses
its time
for me to shine
to my lovely p.d. she will always be the beauty that calms my beast
This is No Man's Land of fallen trees, and God-forsaken deadwood fill the landscape. I, the beast, am in my domain and feel no estrangement, cause I am right at home. She, so stunningly beautiful, is like a fish out of water; yet, she's right at home with me.
Only the fearless, unprotected, or a lost wandering hunter would ever end up here. It is a God-ordained nature-made hideout, and for me, that is the beauty of it all. I, the beast, am able to pause and rest, as I take a break from lurking prey.
They say that I am wild, but between my loving arms there lies a human beauty. We shared a most jolly day as the birds, bees, and other species stared from a distance. It was as if they read a sign, "private area, private time, don't disturb the two of us". She's so innocent and fast asleep, unafraid with worries none, and care free just like me.
So gently and tenderly, our warm blood flows the same through our veins, as our hearts beat as one. So call me wild if you may; but to my sleeping beauty, I'm her best friend. She loves and thinks the world of me; and I will never cease protecting her.
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Picture choice: Lion and little girl
Beauty and the Beast
With burning coals for eyes,
A hairy mass for a face,
Tree trunks for arms,
I hold you with a grip that's a vice's,
Yet, a touch that's a feather's,
Lest,
I bruise a face with a shine,
No full moon's can compare,
Carry you through time,
As I would, a delicate Ming china,
Fully in the know,
That the blunder of a mis-step,
Should never be,
Lest,
An untimely jolt out of your slumber-
By my enchantment,
Cost me the kiss,
That could transform this grotesque beast,
Into the prince,
Of your dreams.