Best Exquisiteness Poems
She walked in fluid nature of her own romantic sighs
Tranquil vibes ebbs dim candlelight from the starry skies
Stuck inside a dream, a victim of the moaning sea
of the air I breathed, I hunger and buckle to my knees
Caused by her ambience waves of deep vibrant royal blue
surroundings and enchanted silent creeping through
Amphitrite the goddess – queen of the sea unfurl
her children around her neck each sealed in each lustrous pearl
So striking in a twilight blue silk gown like the night
fits perfectly against her slight curves quite a lovely sight
Silk open toe stiletto heels lace up her legs with grace
layered long hair along her sun kissed heart-shaped face
With a smile she entwined her arms with mine and out the open door
When morning came, to leave me lonely as before
Poseidon, I see why you were captivated by her exquisiteness
always by your side in your chariot drawn by fish-tailed horses
5/5/2017
Oh dear moon sitting in your quiet orb,
My brother and companion. How can you
Stay silent amidst the night sky enclosed
By beauty and exquisiteness too far
Too reach? Are you not jealous of the stars
And their stories and fame? Do you sleep at
Day and dream of becoming a diamond
Instead of a rock surrounded by gems?
How can you even breath and simply
Say “I am fine” standing in the shadow—
Forever, of the radiant red sun?
But yet, you still glow each and every
Night, amongst the many Gods and legends
That man has accepted and admired.
Oh my dearest moon, we will leave our mark.
Submitted for Deborah Guzzi’s “Mission Impossible” contest
What knowledge do you have of my home?
Have you taken a walk through the cemetery?
Walking on my tracks, footprints of eternity.
Have you read about the deserts?
Thus roar, thus blow filth,
Have you, met the survivors?
Felt have you, their struggles?
In The dusts that destroy,
That whistled as they sizzled,
So you shouldn't be judging,
For you're senselessly irking me,
For a fool that I am not- is the fool that is you.
You believe in the reporter,
Who experienced little of a quarter,
Of the life he broadcasts,
You let the television fool you,
Have you walked the fine line?
Have you let hunger define you?
I did. Oh I did sweat in the dust,
Trekked through the cracks,
And I, stood face up with the sands,
So you shouldn't be judging,
For you're senselessly irritating me,
For a fool that I am not- is the fool that is you.
I breathed within a twister of dust,
So you wonder not of my eyes as they carry,
The memories of the old struggle,
So wonder not of my skin either,
As it bears the manuscript of my old life,
Yes I move immaculate, but do you know of my heart?
Let you not be fooled by my slenderness,
My strength far flows beyond my weight,
So I lift a whole continent with my pride,
And if I have to, I will put my life aside,
Just to fix a smile on mama Africa's face,
So you shouldn't be judging,
For you're senselessly irking me,
A fool that I am not- is the fool that is you,
Mama is beautiful, yet you only see,
As far as her horn, and the slums,
Where the strongest among us might've been born,
Yes mama is beautiful, yet you neglect to see her exquisiteness,
How could you go to my house,
To only document the cracks on my walls?
Couldn't you walk in to my living room'
And maybe peek in to my kitchen?
Thence you might see the beauty that is my home,
How long will you only look at,
Just the color of this book's exterior?
When will you ever walk in it,
To see the beautiful illustrations within?
So you shouldn't be judging,
For you're unreasonably riling me,
Cause the fool that I am not- is the fool that is you.
Her angelic smile and darling face,
Melted away a bitter place,
Her graceful presence, genuine and sincere,
Helped my purpose to become exceptionally clear,
For pleasing sounds ran through her hands,
On zebra keys they seemed to stand,
Her unfermented, pure, natural sweet
Performed notes that danced to noble beats,
A delightful fragrance of sheer perfection,
Gave way to an emotional resurrection,
Beloved friend with a cinnamon heart,
Words cannot express where I yearn to start,
When describing a bud that has blossomed into a rose,
Pleasing to the eyes and delightful to one’s nose,
Careful selections of words must be conveyed
For her exquisiteness dries up all weeds that once laid,
In her garden of rejuvenation
Nectars only inspiration,
Not one part of her is stale, dull or stifling to ones appetite,
She is simply beautiful throughout the day and beyond the night.
By: sabina nicole
Contest: sweet
Written: 7/7/12
Ancient Arabians, mother to all
Bloodlines, essence of exquisiteness
Clydesdales, symmetry of strength
Dignity of duty, power of purpose
Ebony elegance, midnight silk
Friesians, crusaders in
Galloping gallantry
Hardy hearts, tiny and tenacious
Icelandic horses, gaited grace over
Jagged soil, volcanic climes
Kaleidoscope diamonds, lissome finesse
Lipizzaners, dancer of moonbeam dreams
Mustang beauty, bred by
Nature, to run in
Open grasslands, their hides
Paints of freedom
Quarter horses, nimble and surefoot across
Ranges unfenced, corralling waves of herds
Sleek strides, sinewy speed
Thoroughbreds, spirits of the wind
Unbridled, they fill all
Valleys and vistas in
Wild wonder; with Alexander and
Xerxes, they conquered the world
You may say these are outside the list
Zebras, to me - the mounts of fairies and myth
2/16/20
My eyes rapaciously closing from the rampant onslaught of sleep,
All the while, aromatic thoughts of her tingling my senses grappling for more time within my psyche to feel her breath upon my face.
Open, close, open, please stay open, slipping away, a final physically powerful determinant thought of her as I drift away, oh how beauty dances about her.
Morning arrives with a thunderous sentiment of arousal; throughout the oblivious night she somehow cradled my emotions.
There it is, her outlying presence, my thoughts reach her, tantalizingly embracing her from afar.
In a moment of pure rapture I feel her compassion, it devours my being with carnal desire.
Elation lingers over me, through me, shudders my mere existence with verve from some inestimable force.
I steal thoughts of her throughout the whole of the day, mind dwelling in a vacuum, heart massive with pulsation, soul ever engaging bouts with heaven.
Graciously my day over, with detachment lastly concluding, emotions now keen with fervor and fortitude.
I allow myself to revel in her exquisiteness, reach for her, take her in, and strip her of the malicious day that may have sought her out.
Embracing her, energy invigorated, ardor consuming, I take the splendor that I behold, reach deep into her essence and release my absolute love.
Fingers crossed,
My mind still hoping,
Day by day,
I rest on the hill sloping.
Looking at the sun,
Mesmerized by the beauty,
Rays blinding the scene I look on.
The sun is setting,
My mind is wondering;
Although sometimes forgetting,
Though life seems like its plundering.
Birds wisp by,
Flying across the purple-pink sky.
Oceans in the distance,
Beauty beyond existence.
It’s a sunset wonder,
A masterpiece of splendor.
Exquisiteness unsurpassed,
The sky, life, and scenery coming together at long last.
soft, yet ...
like a breath of Noshaq
you are gone in a whisper
bound for some dreamy realm (imagining)
where exquisiteness affords you
a throne in Valhalla …
you dance among the frosted peaks
like Misha with the Mouse King
prancing on a puff of wint'ry wind
yearning for the bloom
of early Spring
the nuzzle of a warm nose
or the easy gift
of a frozen lake of swans
hush, you ...
about your business
secret stories you tell to the mountain
of visceral attentions, keen
wondrous things that we lesser creatures
will never be privy to -
things that you find your common bidding
but that fools like me -
wholly taken with sublime form
and ghostly airs -
find spellbinding ... breathless
enchanting ...
you are a feral phantom
demon AND deity of a covert kingdom
I am cursed to only conjecture on
or put to inadequate word ...
a magical dominion of
deliberate and brutal elegance
that has graced me with but a glimpse
a rare, tender, precious instant
blessed by the substance of a moment
far too beautiful to ever
capture.
When will my eyes find haven in ye Lady?
Thy exquisiteness is the discourse of my pleasure.
I wonder about all of your manners inestimable,
And leave aside all the common earth's treasures.
With breasts so full, my heart doth sigh
A face made radiant as the pole star.
Hair black as chimney sweeper's soot,
Her skin milky white like ivory bar.
Thy body sculpted by some angelic hand,
Hips curving as a nymph's seashell.
Thighs slender as caroling lovebirds,
Feet lingering idle by my wishing well.
Shall we meet once in lover's dance?
A choice less night, left not to chance.
Written: May 03, 2024
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I witnessed the dawn seraphic sapphire spike,
I marveled at the world's exquisiteness strike.
The colors shimmered in the first light glow,
Cleansed by nature's tears of the night flow.
The cracks and scratches of each passing day,
Rest below the morning mist, silky display.
Tattered torn edge of an aging landscape,
Blessed and healed by the kiss of dawn escape.
These scenes have opened my eyes before,
However, their insight remains in explore.
A truth, now revealed, from within my heart,
After haze, the sun's limber rays impart.
After sorting amid the dust life's sand,
An array of the exceptional grew at hand.
A solitary grain amid circular void space,
Never did I predict leaping ways in a trace.
I cast my heart aside into the ocean,
An indigo scope of a replica of devotion.
Brimming with tremendous vision,
A shimmering journey toward emotion.
I let out a sigh and gave in to its might,
The glowing streams of sacred insight.
Permeate me with an empathic fervor,
Gaze is off rays of a sempiternal usurper.
I gave my heart to the one I thought was right for me, instead of the right one.
Enticed with the exquisiteness of her beauty as she laid in my arms, what I saw was a
pure vision of serenity.
I can still remember the sparkle in those deep brown earthen eyes, I remember every
second as her pupils widened with sensation, my eyes were wide with anticipation.
As the smoke from the fireplace dissipated and the cool sounds of the night filtered
through the room, it became clear that serenity was just an illusion as I tried to fathom
the thought that one day she would leave me.
I’ve conquered five milestones to eternity but for her love, I would destroy paradise.
Beauty is a cruel mistress.
Shells
Unique, beautiful
Laying chaotically scattered
Silently shining in exquisiteness
Jewels
How does it feel to be a Beautiful woman?
So charming in appearance exquisiteness on the max, attractiveness won't
relax, your quite the visual aspect.
YOUR raw beauty.
Eyes so deep no clue what secrets they keep. Thick thighs and wide hips.
Wide nose and full lips. Coarse hair and brown skin. Cupped breast and
round end. Just what the brothers imagine.
Your RAW beauty.
Not hidden behind a cosmetic mask. True identify revealed, no need to ask.
My oh my just simply gorgeous. All flaws accepted.
Your raw BEAUTY.
Yes yes, YOUR RAW BEAUTY.
In slumber’s hold, love’s dream remains secure,
untainted by tomorrow’s blighted days
and quiet dark yields visions to procure;
infusions, gently seeping as she lays
in tranquil seas. Poetic verses rise
to take her soul with rhythmic tenderness,
caressed by subtle rhyme she reaches highs
...sweet interludes of pure exquisiteness.
Wearing translucent blankets of golden sun rays
The trees looked bright and sparkly
Enjoying the warmth of the shimmers
The leaves started their photosynthesis factory
Showing its noticeable sophisticated pattern
A cobweb was shining in the morning glimmer
A gust of cool breeze in the air
Made a climb of a hill a little easier
Songs of various birds tweeting on the trees
Played background music of various pitched melodies
Tree branches’ eye-catching artistic twists and turns
Showed deep green foliage densely grown
Vibrant striking clusters of Crepe Myrtles
Had gorgeous blooms of magenta, white and purple flowers
Views of blueness of the lake waters
Brought eyes a feeling of cooling wonder
A snug little town settled near the lake banks
Was displaying beauty of pretty homes and their yards
Sprinklers running on the green lawns
Had shiny rainbows in their water drops
A golden morning ornate with many angles of Mother Nature’s exquisiteness
Brought the pair back home with content minds filled with happiness