Best Belle Poems

My dress is made of fine peach coloured lace
Hair is in ringlets, which frames my pretty face
The lights in the room cast a romantic glow
My first ever ball; I must go with the flow

The orchestra strikes up a wonderful tune
Ladies and gentlemen glide round the...

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I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree—
A belle crooning nature’s glee,
Splendorous as seasons’ glory.

A ballad of resplendent spring
In stanzas cherry-blossom pink
Uplifting moods of lovers
Lost in heart-shaped leaves
Fluttering soft lavender breeze
Arousing romantic appeal
In fuchsia hues of redbud trees.

A verse of feisty...

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my new peach dress
so fastidiously pressed
in hope that a man will seek to caress

Strauss’s Blue Danube calls
reverberates through halls
streaming from Michelangelo walls

coy ladies smile 
bright eyes beguile
captivating men’s attention for a while

as gentlemen twirl them
I, a lone femme
feel humbled, an unwanted gem

but wait
a princely man...

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My Christmas tree in sparkling dress
stands in my window to impress.
She smiles at all the passersby.
She waves hello.  She is not shy.

She winks at all the trees she sees
in nearby houses on the street.
She seems to shiver with delight
counting the minutes till midnight.

For one...

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There's a lady I know as pretty as primrose,

With innocence of soul,

   how I know ----

None whom has walked this wide world 'ere

   more lovely than her dimmest delicacy;

The sweet of lavender envious in her passing....

   the King-Rose longs...

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Sweet and charming in everything I do or say
Outspoken when it is called for
Unique in my own right as I am sassy too
Talks with an accent that some like
Hospitable to each and everyone
Enjoys being a flirt
Really knows how to charm
Never gives away my inner most...

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Outside the walls stood a handmaiden gazing
Twisting her skirt between fingers so frail
Patches of burlap were sewn on the garment
Cut from a sack of a barley oat bale

Oh how she dreamed of the opulent palace
Silver and gold and the finest of lace
Gowns made of velvet...

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My beautiful girl...
  How sweet her soft symphonies,
  My love... how she makes me swoon;
  when the moon was full...
  and love was in her eyes

Too tender her delicate embraces,
  as I if to meld her soul in mine;
 ...

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At first, I wasn't quite sure it was Her, and then, I felt Her warm breath blow ever so gently across my skin and heard the trickling sound of running water fleeing Winter's icy grip. And I caught a whiff of Her unique perfume lingering...

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There once was a girl,
Who's name I can't tell.
To spare her the pain,
I'll just call her Belle.

Belle was a beauty
And all the beasts could see,
She was everything in a girlfriend
That they wanted theirs to be.

Belle was so trusting,
Because she was never treated wrong,
But little did...

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I am a dreamer literally for I dream a lot
With most of them remembered, few of them forgot.
My dreams are always based in reality,
Although quite mixed up they often tend to be.

But this particular dream I had just yesterday,
Was different from all the rest, I...

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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...

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Õ! Mon desert ! Mon trésor
 La source de ma joie toi le Maroc
 La rose qui répand l'audeur 
et le parfum des fidèles
 Quand je mets mon pied sur le sol Je ressens que mon corps s'élève au dessus di ciel  
Il s'envole,...

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C’est ton heureux anniversaire
Mon amie, ma copine, ma commère
Il m’est impossible de t’envoyer des fleurs
Et je ne peux pas t’écrire de jolis poèmes
Cependant je peux te souhaiter du bonheur
Avec toute ma force et avec tout mon cœur.

Parfois, on ne peut pas vider tout le contenu
De...

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Dear Southern Gals

Savannah - oh honey
You beautiful Belle
Your locks long and loose
And silver as well
Muted mementos
Of suffering of pain
Of tears you have wept
Long rivers of rain

Georgia - oh honey
You dear southern Belle
Your story is cruel
And shameful as well
Your tresses have witnessed
In somber green gray 
The...

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