Best Elegance Poems
Of writing she's got it, simply read her writes
Lines flowing into lines her words delight
Intelligence with aplomb, crafted so
Viewing leads to smiles our eyes bestow
Elegance via quill, generates, grows
Each and every theme written by she
Launched by her mind to every degree
Outstanding use of forms I so agree
Interesting differences, learnings desired
Sharing others cultures, so inspired
A heart of hearts, that will never grow tired
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Imbuing the hour with piquant fog
an intricate yet final sway of this arc rises:
How autumn’s skyline reels into weaves
as stars orbit in a basin of clouds naked
within a dome’s mantle glimmering glimmering:
My breath hushes while more dappled
leaves whirl through the blaze of maples, oaks,
that I in this panorama staged
for this exact moment remains a while;
if only to embrace this guileless pageant
which will never return the same way, like now.
For Anthony Slausen's Sky Contest
and Brian's Select H Contest
Her tender, delicate limbs
rivaled a young Magnolia
Her every move, a nuanced sway
Oh, the glory of youth
in its sympathetic day
As age and circumstance
have stayed her dance,
her elegance remains
There’s still the lilt of childlike song
gracing spoken word
And eyes of deep, expressive blue,
still tell you, you’ve been heard
And though, her humbled stature bears
the scar of broken stride
and wheels of fashioned metal
now her slippers have decried,
the beauty of her fragile spirit
still lives
3/16/18
Dedicated to my dear Godmother
I marvel at her elegance
elegance born of an understanding
an esthetic awareness, the knowing of who she is
She embraces both the beauty and limitations of her form
Wearing what pleases her
no longer putting pretty things away for some future occasion
Her clothing creates movement
for she does not wish to stay still
I see her eyes sparkle with the eagerness of yesterday's child
the exuberance of her endless possibilities
Still a subtle sadness resides
a warning of sorts
an "approach with caution"
"come to me, but keep your distance"
perhaps she feels safer that way
Maybe this is part of her aesthetic
for music cannot exist without tension
notes are born of apposing forces
So I will ask my questions
attempt to understand
I will hear what she wishes to tell
and I will try to comprehend
Most importantly I will appreciate her elegance
the freedom she finds within her laughter
Her inquisitiveness as she peers over her glasses
for she is both a teacher and a student
life for her remains and adventure
and she chooses to live it
one note at a time
until she has written her symphony
until she has painted all of her colors
until she realizes that pain serves a purpose
Without it we never truly become
we never truly know
who we really are
I'm really diggin'
the way your swinging
your hips. Stricken!
Fragrance body oils glisten,
picturesque this sultry vision.
Dance manifests
into **** star elegance!
She's smitten,
purring like a kitten
warm, resting on my chest!
Jared Pickett
3/4/2014
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The elegance is a born gift
The elegance is a natural fact
That some beings do receive
Even before their birth.
And, the elegance is a delight!
A delight present in the allure.
Aye. The allure as the posture.
With a simple glance, revealed.
A horse in the wind
My heart has ravished!
A majestic horse
Has touched my artistic sensitivity!
No doubt, a famous champion
In the horse-races
With a simple appearance!
The coat and the flaming hair
Do show its haughty rank
An unbelievable beauty…admirable!
©Rita Solis Radius. July 16th 2015. Poem “Equestrian elegance”.
They praise for her elegance a queen:
She was very kind
And loved art.
Attended the theaters
Where great actors acted
Who were the great playwrights too.
Call her era The Golden Age
And title her truly The Virgin Queen.
And, for her Looks
That old king’s wife,
Eloped with the neighbor state’s prince
And for years
A war was fought for her fantastic face,
Thousand horses disabled
Hundred towers destroyed.
A woman known for her naked bath,
Seduced a Hebrew King, who
For her killed her husband.
And say, later their sin they wedded
And she bore him a great man.
And another woman they overly praise…
In another language was called ‘Peace’.
Albeit had danced
For a holy man’s head!
And when I on a lonely day sit
And compare,
I just s’cretly smile—a proud smile!
Elegance
is a butterfly
flying with diverse colors
from one flower to another
giving tenderly care to the flowers
in need of love
When the Moon fell in love with the night,
Her luminous knight held her ebony hand,
And the Earth twirled with the day out of sight
She wears a crown of constellations, a breath-taking sight,
And as mere mortals sleep, the nocturnal take stand,
When the Moon fell in love with the night
Uncomplaining, never ceasing, then at twilight;
She prepares the blanket of eventide for another land,
And the Earth twirled with the day out of sight
Infinite awe of wonder, Sylph of boundless flight,
The slumber of sleep waited for majestic command,
When the Moon fell in love with the night
Hypnotic plethora of aura, an observers delight,
A silent phenomenon only her realm can understand,
And the Earth twirled with the day out of sight
Her regal stillness exulted by the stars and her moonlight,
The allures of our universe, as they came forth to expand,
When the Moon fell in love with the night,
And the Earth twirled with the day out of sight
15/11/22
The Beauty of the Night poem contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Ornery in the mornings balled up on my chair,
a stretch, a yawn, a "purr" to remind me she's there.
Delicately munching her chicken flavored brunch,
leaned over her bowl with an elegant hunch.
She spins, flops, rolls and claws, and ZING!...
She's gone without a blinking pause.
Catnip guiltily clouds the air,
the red handed suspect creator of this devilish hair.
She flies back in and drops to her back,
"now you sir rub my belly whilst I take a nap!"
How splendidly grand the life of this cat.
My Valentine Always
A burning love forms in my heart:
Longing for your touch;
To feel your love, but we are a part?
Your hair smelled of a lavender scent;
Essences she used when she bathed.
I'll always treasure you in my heart, my valentine!
Your radiance emanates:
When you step into a room!
Your beautiful, tuned voice;
Filled my mind with you, my valentine
I used to lay awake after you've,
Fallen asleep,
And gaze at your radiance.
I ask myself at times;
What did I ever do to deserve a woman like you?
Because I would do it again.
You've drawn so much more than love out of me.
You bring radiance, and elegance like flowers!
You bring me to; life, my valentine.
And, I love you so much, Shannon! R.I.P.
*** THE BALLET LIFE ***
Compounding,
Ballet grows within
Deeply sculpting over the lengths
Of muscles, nerves and arteries,
With the heart and mind, so
The dancer’s developed love
For ballet never dies
Nor ever weakens —
Those edifying arms and legs
Flowing streams of beauty
That lithely unite to
Lift music
To sublime dimensions
In combinations of elegance
For the eyes
For sights
Well beyond mere envisioning
Or imagined choreographies
Of daydreams —
Like picturing
Swaying leaves on
Summertime’s dancing trees…But
There is much more.
Ballet displays the possibilities
Of striving for higher goals;
Of ever working toward the heights
Of expression and agility’s perfection
In motions
In rythms
In physical, lyrical grace
Joined to creation
By committment — devotion —
Breathing into music’s scores
Yearning
To become essence, and excellence,
Accepting the never-leaving,
No ending
Spirit of ballet,
Which stays once it’s melded within
And
Magnifying,
Never dies…
(Dedicated nto all those who have held the thought, “I will dance til I die.”)
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(c) sally young eslinger 2/4-5/23
Thanks be to God…
White roses stand in subtle elegance,
simplicity with no neutral color, but splendor.
Very formal in reverent sheer awe of fragrance
innocence and freshness poses nature renders.
A wedding ceremony under a spreading tree,
on a grassy lawn, edged with a rose garden.
A beauteous arch adorn with white tulle,
shimmering clear lights, and white rose garland.
A romantic ambiance to say their vows outdoors.
She wears a V-neck long flowing white chiffon
and satin gown; rhinestones adorn the waist.
She holds a bouquet of fragrant white roses,
stem wrapped tight in white satin ribbon
and spiraling down three rhinestone streamers
to complement the elegant wedding dress.
He is flattering in casual western wear, black tie,
and a single white rose boutonnière pin to his vest.
Dreams do come true, a promise to each other.
10/27/2019
A is for Arrogance, a proud unbending prince,
B is for Burden, his stony heart of flint.
C is for the Court, Arrogance's royal home,
D is for Dunce, a learned little gnome.
E is for Elegance, a beautiful princess,
F is for the Fabric, that built her lovely dress.
G is for the Gems, that glittered in her crown,
H is for her Hair, that shining shimmers down.
I is for Intelligence, Dunce's greatest gift,
J is for his Joking, for Dunce's wit was swift.
K is for the Keel, of Elegance's fated ship,
L is for the Lighthouse, upon the fated trip.
M is for Miscalculation, by which the ship did sink,
N is for Nonsensical, for the captain didn't think.
O is for the Oddity, by which Elegance was saved,
P is for the Panic, that dragged the sailors to their grave.
Q is for the Quality, with which the princess swam,
R is for the Rock, she grabbéd with her arm.
S is for the Soldier, who spied her lying on the shore,
T is for the Time it took, to carry her to palace door.
U is for the Union, Dunce had secretly long planned,
V is for the Violence, with which Arrogance kissed her hand.
W is for the Wedding, which Arrogance then desired,
X is for the Xeniums he gave, to keep his love from being tired.
Y is for the Yes, compassionate Elegance gave the feller,
Z is for Arrogance's saving grace; his wife, the royal young Zitella...
His heart is kinder now, people have been heard to say,
And he rarely ever frowns, even to this day...
Sun dancing on waves,
moonlight shimmering to calm...
exquisite ballet.