Best Beauty Is Skin Deep Poems
(INNER BEAUTY) :
Words donot define beauty.
People donot define beauty.
Looks donot define beauty.
You define beauty
In your depth
In your speech,
In your mind.
Beauty is not about having a pretty face.
It is about having a pretty mind,a pretty heart
And most importantly a
Beautiful soul.
Some people have bad taste
Because they see only a pretty whitish complexion face,
When they look at their fiancée.
They say that beauty is skin deep.
Actually Beauty is not in the face
Beauty is light in the pure heart and pure soul.
Blessed are they
Who see beauty in humble places
Where other people see nothing.
There is a inner beauty about a woman.
Who believes in herself.
She knows well, she is capable of doing any thing,
That she puts her mind to.
There is a beauty in the strength and determination
Of a woman who follows her own right path,
She is not thrown off by obstacles along the way.
There is a beauty about a woman.
Whose confidence comes from experiences,
She knows when she fall,pick herself up and again move on.
You are like the ocean,pretty enough.on the surface,
But Dive down into your depths ,you will find beauty
Where most people never see.
I am strong because I know my weakness
I am beautiful because I am aware of my flaws.
I am fearless because I learnt to recognise,illusion from Real.
I am wise because I learn from my Mistakes.
I am a lover because I have felt hate .
And I can laugh because I have known sadness.
Always remember that point
Beauty is on the inside and not outside,
If you are going to judge ,judge me by my pure heart and pure soul
And not by my skin colour.
My skin colour fades but my inner beauty of heart & soul stays.
God determines who walk into your life ,
Its up to you to decide who you let away ,who you let stay,
Who you refuse to let go.
Because Matches are decided on Heaven
And take place on Earth by Parents choices.
An inner happiness abode in all,
A sense of universal harmonies,
A measureless secure eternity of truth and beauty
And good things and joy made one .
By Aliza Mukhtiar (Aliza Kashmala Kiran)
We are all trapped
inside our fragile forms
Bodies which are prone to disease and death
Our souls yearn to break free
Perhaps - just perhaps
Those souls will ascend
After we are finished with this mortal coil
Our spirits will break free
once the outer shell has been broken
The years bring pain and suffering
Tend to your soul!
It will be your salvation
and will allow you to leave this physical world
Ascend upwards
So be careful, friends
Not to cast your yearnings aside
For the soul needs careful attention
If it is card for then life can continue
in a decent fashion
Beauty is skin deep
But metaphysical beauty
lasts FOREVER
Skin Deep Beauty
This man covered in tattoos in reds and greens and blues
Wanted everyone to see his art
So he put it in his will that he hopes they will fulfill
That in his death his skin will do its part
He wants it tanned and stretched, hung where it can be sketched
By anyone who happens to come by
He says I’ll be the donor, just the former tattoo owner
The Gallery can hang it when I die
Some say it is perversely, he says the controversy
Is just because most people are too squeamish
They say beauty is skin deep; he just wants his skin to keep
But maybe that’s a little too extreamish
Mdailey 6/2/12
Geoff Ostling has willed his skin to the National Gallery in Canberra, Australia
But the National Gallery has not yet agreed to his bequest.
I am sure if you Google his name you will be able to see for yourself just what he is offering the gallery.
Planet Earth stands still.
Africa reckons as Ghana beckons.
A bloodless war in Africa.
Brothers at home and in Diaspora,
Uniting to defend their fatherland.
On the verge of repeating and re-writing history.
The bell is tolled and the die cast.
Fans roll out drums with funfare.
Rivals green with envy,grudges and jealousy.
Many contract nationalism and patriotism epidemics.
I peep into my crystal ball,
To know whom claims the trophy.
My predictions seem obscure.
Because no one has monopoly of skills,
And no one is completely bereft of wills.
All galaxies parade their dazzling stars.
But not all that glitters are gold.
Soccer beauty is skin deep.
Because the hood does not make the monk.
The mighty may fall due to over confidence.
And the under dogs may rise due to over efforts.
Only time will crack this nutshell.
To unveil the folks with the greatest strokes.
Winners will smile home in victory.
And loosers likewise in jittery.
(With apologies to William Shakespeare)
Shall I compare thee to a box of frogs
for inasmuch you seem to be as mad,
you've really let your looks go to the dogs
your face would look quite good worn by your Dad.
Your armpit hair blossoms forth like a hedge,
a thicket bursting out atop your vest,
from deep within each summer, sparrows fledge,
your muffin tops a fine home for their nests.
At parties you can lighten up a room
if only from the window you would shift,
you stand, hitch hiking as the traffic zooms
hoping someone will give your chins a lift.
For beauty is skin deep I have no doubt,
in which case I'm afraid you're inside out.
(Love poem #2 to follow)
Always remember what looks good isn't always good
You never think about it until it's done
That maybe the person before him was better, even though he didn't look the best
When you think about it you feel stupid
But what's done is done and it's over now
Why talk about it?
Maybe cause it takes effect when you think about it
So now you know you should have stayed with who you were with in the first place
But you try to expand your horizons and get messed up
But always remember beauty is skin deep
You think that the person loves you but it's really a front
STOP!
And think a second was it really worth it in the end? No it wasn't
But it was fun while it lasted and the lust not love we gave one another is over...
Maybe he just wanted sex
You realize that it was a game to that person because they stop calling the day of
your doctor's appointment and has no concern for you or if your pregnant or not
and didn't even ask but hey....
Always remember beauty is skin deep
And skin deep beauty is good enough for me!!
Though be your outer beauty that
... blinds me,
It is your inner ugliness
... I see.
2019 November 04
(feelings)
They say Beauty is skin deep. They lied.
Then why are they the first to whine.
They say they like girl's with small boobs.they lied.
Then why do they busy checking out the girl with a push up bra.
They say they like skinny girls.they lied.
they windup looking like a toothpick next to a fat girl.
they say they like girls that is not wild and crazy.
When all they could of done is go to the girl they really wanted,
for not every female are desperate.
They say they not looking at that other girl butt.they lied.
They do not have enough hand to hold the one they already have.
I can make this page longer .but I have no feelings any longer
All I can say is they lied. and fcku for my time i wasted on you.
A LESSON LEARNT
I'm sat here in my front room
and i'm feeling all inspired
No ones having a go at me
or making me feel tired
Of the constant bloody arguments
the put downs and the moan
the telling me i'm useless,
the huffs, the puffs, the groans.
No more anxious feelings
or being afraid to speak
No more feeling insecure,
or feeling like a freak.
I'm not alone, i've got my kids
my friends and family,
but also someone great is here
and that someone great is me.
I vanished for a while
and really lost my way,
But that was down to being bullied
each and every single day.
One thing we all need to know
and believe within our hearts,
Is that all of us were victims
and targeted at the start.
Not because we're useless, ugly, weak
too fat or too thin,
But cos we're kind and gentle people
who, un-knowingly let the bully in.
And not because we're stupid
but cos he was very clever,
at making us feel worthless
so that he could feel much better.
The truth is he's an arsehole
and he really is a prat,
For not knowing that the day would come
when we'd start fighting back.
We'd stop listening to his ********
and we suddenly start to grin,
cos we know deep within ourselves
we're worth a million of him.
One thing to remember
is that beauty is skin deep,
cos as they age, their looks will fade
and all your left with is a creep.
On the other hand there's us girls
who are beautiful within,
We're the kind and gentle one,s
who let that bastard in.
But let's not be ungrateful
for the lesson he did teach,
For we now all know the difference
between the lover and the leach.
Ugly is such an ugly term.
for ugly, is an opinion...as far as i'm concerned.
And it can be quite troubling,
when one thinks one is ugly.
But one must remember that such beauty is skin deep,
and the prettiest human being wouldn't interest chimpanzees.
Beautiful
I know you’re busy right now at work minding your own and I, we, us is only a fragment of your imagination in the closet that is locked behind a wall pass the hall way through your bedroom at the back of your mind
You seem to linger in my mind which has no exit for you
I wish every second in your life is accompanied by your smile
I’ve made a decision, that in my life I will always express my thoughts and feelings
Somehow my thoughts and feelings always circulate around your smile
Like gas trapped in a compressed container losing volume
I’m about to burst, this eagerness to make you happy suffocates me
I can’t control how you feel but if I could, you would never fall sick or have a frown on you face
I call you beautiful not because of your sawing eyes, melodious voice, attractive lips, glowing skin or curvaceous body, No!
I call you beautiful because You define that word, I call you beautiful because your soul transcends materialistic deceitfulness
I call you beautiful because in my world this word beautiful would be replaced by You in every dictionary known to man
I can’t separate you from that word or that word from you, so you are not beautiful but you are You
Beautiful is you, you is beautiful, you see when I see a beautiful person according to this world you come into mind and in my mind that person is not beautiful that person is you but not you but you, this will only make sense to you if you were to possess my soul and mind because you’d be seeing you through my eyes you’d be seeing you through my mind
And you’d know I love You, I mean you
My intention was to send you only a text saying “you are very special in my world and that your beauty is skin deep”
I only realised at the deep end that I have flooded you with words, I hope you can swim
I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you were to drown in my own words
“Beauty is skin deep...” – hmm...I guess
at times it is thus; but I have met beauty
seeming, through and through – and have
met beauty that was clearly skinless~a spirit
radiating, outshining all exterior gloss! So,
what is beauty? Keats thought it truth. I think,
it is just Beauty...needing no other definition
beyond its presence~that is all....
beauty is skin deep
outside ... fades to age on Earth
inside counts life time.
I'm getting complemented on my looks.
'Well, what has changed?' I think I hear you ask,
For Tom Cruise I have never been mistook,
it's ever since I've had to wear a mask.
I wish I'd known this forty years ago,
those nights out on the pull that came to naught,
I would have got some cloth and learned to sew
then who knows who or what I would have caught.
Oh well, I strike a dashing handsome pose,
with my mask on, I'm gorgeous, so it seems,
without, red lines round ears and on my nose,
Not fooling anyone, no stuff of dreams.
That beauty is skin deep there is no doubt,
it just means that God made me inside-out.
They say beauty is skin deep
I've found an exception
For yours is a form
That of perfection
You are smart
You are sweet
And filled with mystic
You leave me
At a loss for words
For your beauty is more stunning
Than any man deserves
For you posses such a fire
Of which i can't help
To desperately desire
Not only does your beauty
Distinctly divide you,
Your personality alone
Is what absolutely defines you
Never have i met
A more brilliant young woman
You are so very rare
For you have the pair
Of beauty and cunning
Your as hot as the sun
Yet there are no words
That truly describe you
I could write a whole book
And still not define you
For you are the kind of woman
That a man of the past
Would give a whole empire
Just to kiss you ,at last
Often it's intimidating
To proposition you into dating
For men render into speechlessness
In the presence of a goddess