Best Gorgeousness Poems
He told me to write a poem
About beauty, wind blowing
Hair tossing , dream making stunning
Gorgeousness of living
Beauty addicts and blind ambitions
Movie stars and historical happenings
Formal dresses, women in high heels with
Faces meant to smile
That’s what poems should be about, he says,
Your good at that kind of thing, just spit it out
“Shawty, write a poem about beauty, that’s real poetry”
“Everything is beautiful, baby…”
“But what is beautiful to you?”
Beautiful.
Births and rebirths
Phoenix Red celestial torching of the hearts
Interlocking fingers in twilight
Kisses, Death, sorrow, crocodile tears
Laughter, Ecstasy , black
White, brown, yellow, silver crimson
Skin on skin, chest to chest, on and on, soft
Hard City light heaving, breathing against the Ebony sky
Natural Twinkle of diamond shadows,
Cosmos, Atoms, Hydrogen bonds, Electrons
Nucleus, matter, anti-matter
Smash together, slither mutually
To create harmony.
Everything.
Everything is beautiful.
“Just write about that then..”
"Not everything has to be written, somtimes you just have to
live it out.."
"What's the point then?? What's the point of writing about butterflies
and waterfalls? I just don't see it? Why do you have to doll everything up and
make it more then what it is? Not everything has to be picked apart and analyzed."
"Mmm, I suppose."
"What's real poetry to you?"
"Everything..."
"I don't understand."
I recline and rest my head on his chest
Tracing lines of thought on the ceiling
Helping him dismantle the universe and put it back together
In his own way
Enjoying lyrical symphonies of life
Breath by breath…
Together
Silent
"This, baby, This is real Poetry.."
Getting all dolled up, even the plainest moth can become a butterfly.
Looks are made alluring when body, nails and hair
Are given glints of gorgeousness! One becomes candy for the eye!
More flash than inner substance, it’s all external flair.
Only inner beauty requires no assistance from a glam squad entourage.
Ultra-chic yet likely vain are those concerned all the time with fanfare.
Riches can buy glitz, but it’s merely a mirage.
captures her beauty in short strokes,
pen and ink frolic.
the exposure of vigor to the shoulders,
lace pirouetting, around her
budding flowers and hips.
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her poised dalliance, relaxed.
her back to the admirer.
the weightlessness
characterized in charcoal skirt,
twining with a bare-orchid backdrop.
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her frontal drop-dead gorgeousness
shrouded, but
for the tease of a slender hand
and ribbon dangling
down her nape.
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the silver fox ballerina
aroused
by the artist brush
10/30/2019
Greg Davies is my secret crush
He appears in my fantasies
With his dreamy azure eyes
And a dazzling smile
Greg Davies is the man of my dreams
An accomplished actor is Greg
A stand up comedian and host too
Indeed, he is a talented man
Entranced by his demeanor
I watch with fascination
As I cool myself down with a fan
Greg has silvery grey and white hair
Sexily flicked back with perfection
My hands yearn to run through it
Cup his face with my hands
Gaze into his sapphire eyes with affection
Sexy and clever too is Mr Davies
An ex teacher of English and drama no less
A welsh born beauty with brains
I wish I had been one of his students
Attending his lessons in various forms of undress
A bit of role play please and thank you Sir
I would be really naughty at school
Placed over his knee
Punished and spanked
Break all the rules deliberately
I want to feel every inch of his perfect frame
Stroke the places he likes to be touched
Feel his large hands on my quivering body
I sound completely cuckoo
But I assure you I am just in lust
This is one man I want down on me
No in-betweeners in between
He has size fourteen feet
And girls
We all know what THAT means!
He can be my Taskmaster
Or a master of a different kind
I would give him total submission
He can fire his cheesy balls straight into my open mouth
He can do what he wants, I don’t mind
I need his body wrapped around mine
His luscious lips I crave to kiss
Stroke his sexy chest
Massage him with oils
Just to meet him would be bliss
With a hint of a Welsh accent
His voice is divine
He is a man I would love to meet
The perfect parcel
Over two metres tall
I wish Greg Davies was mine
Any woman would be lucky to have him
His is a Taurus
The most sensual sign
Handsome beyond belief
I am sure “Eight out of ten cats” would agree
Greg Davies is gorgeousness personified
My Love
What I feel for you is greater than love itself
Being by your side is where I wanna be
You make me the happiest person all by yourself
Your sensational kiss takes me to heaven number three
The love you have as rare as an elf
When I wake up you are the only angel I wanna see
A beauty like you I never thought I would have
Meeting you gave me courage of higher degree
Your touch so divine it breaks my every nerve
The sexiness of your voice sets me free
You are an archetype of gorgeousness I will always serve
I first met her on a holiday at Shuklaphanta Wildlife Reserve.
Love strikes me like lightning when I saw her,
so powerful and intense it can’t be denied.
It turns me inside out,
and there was no going back from it.
Once the thunderbolt hits, my life irrevocably changed.
With a carved stem-thin figure,
And sparkly appearance.
Her pencil-thin eyebrows,
eased down gently to her velvety,
Eyelashes.
Her beauty is the celebrity's cute wind-swept
twisting through
the late evening's darkening heavens.
Her smile shines stunningly
like the sun rising over the skyline,
her luminous, heavenly-white teeth flashed
as she pawed at me with her flick star nails.
Her gorgeousness is the stars
that is now quivering into view
as their star shine ends its life journey
as a whim I am.
Her enticing, constellation-blue eyes
gazed at me
over her syrup-sweet lips,
She had a springy character
and a syrupy voice, which I idolized.
She is like a candle's flickering flame,
radiating a soft warm light into me.
Her hair was ebony-black
and it tumbled over her shoulders.
Her beauty shines from the inside out,
It flows like a journey down a long route.
Those sugar candy-sweet lips,
her well-designed personality,
all awestruck me.
Her eyes sparkle like a bright star in the sky,
seek out the good in me.
Her body ornately furnished with typically girlish curves,
Her voguish garments still kept enslaved an odor evocative
of lemony fresh and floral-fresh mint.
It loitered in the apartment long after she had gone.
She has great freckles and a live wire voice
And red hair with beauty that can’t compare
Green eyes and lovely tonal lips displayed
Can hear her love by her motion she shares
I always hold her deep inside of me
Her glory lies outside of her beauty
Her real charm is beyond her simple looks
Her whole loving heart is just how I see
Her longing gaze is what I surely see
Deep within my soul I long to view her
So when I am near her I want to be
One with her heart, a Hug I must confer
Charming and inspiring are her great looks
There’s not a man on Earth that would not see
Her gorgeousness that’s fueled by her power
Not a second goes by that she’s not free
She always desires a lovely warm Hug
From any good looking man that surrounds
Hugs are her thing, no matter her beauty
All men win, from her heart of love astounds
Russell Sivey
Contest: HUGS
Sponsor: S. K. A. T.
5/28/2013
The sweet, almost sickly, smell of flowers
cut through the soft scent of the morning's dew-covered grass.
The shadbush along the thoroughfare glowed blond and bronze.
The fields stretched like a flooring of ornaments,
jadeite and musgravite and blue garnet.
October glare inundated the savannah with such
a sweet nimble that it had the dimmed impressive
look of a countryside by farmers.
The sun completes the creation with rich balminess...
The makalani palm in grassland
scorched like a titanic fire.
October, christen me with greeneries!
Enfold me in a shelled fleece jacket
and cherish me with chicken noodle soup.
The cheerful summer had passed away,
and stunning fall was tossing
its spectral-colors of gorgeousness on scorpion thistle and dwarf shrub.
October air, broad with boogying shrubberies
and exhaling breezes welcomed the wildebeest
as they stroll in the woodlands and patches of forest.
The rich colors of grass and soil
is increased by the warm sunlit
of a sun almost warm enough for spring.
October, with flaky times and cool nights,
a time to whorl up around the bopping blazes
and descend into a noble book
whole body of the air seems enriched by their calm, slow happiness.
Nothing is more fleeting than external formula,
which withers and alters like the florets
of the field at the appearance of autumn.
You cannot tolerate to discard something so treasurable
as autumnal sunlight by staying in the couch.
Sit back and wait like a lady?
A lady I remain while untamed
I tell you I like you
Without shame I pursue you
Something I will not wait on line to do
Flattering you, appreciating your beautiful
From the outside to within then back again
Your beauty a loop I want to wrap myself in
It should be sin that I'm the first to say this to you
I want to date you
Oh is that too forward?
I'm gallant
Filled with courage
I will speak what I mean freely
Even if my gender says I'm confusing the roles and have to wait till you approach me
I see what I like
Now I'm a lion in heat
You entertain it but hesitant I see
Your gorgeousness makes lines blurry
Difficult to read between
So if you don't want me you must make mention of that
I will not acquiesce
To the beat of this rhythm
My magnificence has dimensions
Go too slow and you'll miss some
I'd gladly however move on if the radiance of my light is just too bright
For many it will be
But you never said a thing anti reciprocal to my very bold pursuit of you
Instead you painted me the color fool
And put me on display
Instead of extending Grace and allowing me to walk away with my face
You tuck some pain in the belt at my waist and steal my pride in exchange
Form:
I have fallen in love with a winged dragon alebrijes,
Have to buy it of course, is it signed?
What artisian created this piece of bright gorgeousness?
I look for a signature.
This phantasmagorical creature has none.
No matter.
She is from Oaxaca, the ultimate home of the alebrijes.
Pedro Linares had a fever in the 1940’s.
His fever dreams turned into fantastical creatures.
Made first of papier-mache, painted in Zapotec patterns
Circles, dots and stripes.
Did he know he was starting something big
when he made up the word alebrijes?
Colorful folk art made more famous by
artisians like Frida Kahlo, Diego Rivera and Arturo Cabellero
Alebrijes are hybrid creatures carved in wood, painted in
bright colors.
Representing animal totems or familiars,
they are part of the pop culture of Day-of-the-dead parades.
Horns representing earth, wings representing air,
fins representing water and dragons representing fire.
It makes sense I am completely drawn to the winged dragon.
May you flourish in the field of faith and fruitfulness...
May you reign in the palace of peace and pleasantness...
May you soar in the skies of sweetness and success...
May you grow in the garden of grace and gorgeousness...
May you glow in the galaxies of goodness and greatness...
May you reach the heights of honour and happiness...
May you radiate boundless beauty and blessedness...
I love you yesterday, today and always your royal cuteness
Magenta, purple and white colored Sweet pea flowers
Have spread their charming blooms all over
Cuddling all the bushes and trees in the path
They have enriched the atmosphere
Their embraces are unrestricted
Their friendships are affectionate
Happily mingling with daisies and prime roses
They extend out their fragrant scents
Swaying in summer winds
Chitchatting with bumblebees
Smiling and providing nectar to butterflies
They resemble just like their silky soft wings
Budding in the shining sun
Propagating abundant vibrant blossoms
Showing their delicate, tender gorgeousness
They make me smile by touching my soul
Everything about her enchants me
With her gorgeousness holding me captive
Dazzling as roses in their joyous mood
And refreshing as morning mist
Making me feel rising and rising again
With happiness becoming my daily routine;
Everything about her shines through my heart
For her love is powerful, strong beyond comparison
And every morning as fresh as flowing stream
Pouring out passion as sweet as pure honey;
Everything about her is lovely-
Everything about her is unbelievable
Her captivating smile brings relief to my everyday worries
Awakening my deepest affection
Together we are radiant with happiness
Each day with her brings memories to be cherished
Each day with her is a treasure
Any loving being would desire;
Everything about her is purified with sweetness
Long ago I recalled,
On my prayer mat I sat with my hands raised up to the skies in supplication
To thee thy Lord I prayed
Astray I am gone without thee, most high is Thee, show me thy light
A light of guidance and love
And indeed to my prayer thy Lord answered
A mixture of parallel, concave and convex beam of light fill the density of the room
Moving in prayer mood and in circles
As though devoid from the knowledge of my presence, they all prayed
But that exact and exceptional ray of light, kept lingering with its beauty
Filling me with hope that in its loving rays of direction I will be guided
In no delay and not in haste I shall triumph
Me it assured
My Christmas tree
For her profile is like that of a Christmas tree
All her physique full of light like that of a Christmas tree
Very green she is and well preserved like that of a Christmas tree
Her smile and youthful gorgeousness is like that of a Christmas tree
Behold, her cute and charming face, like that of a Christmas tree
My first Christmas celebration, my first Christmas tree
Yes her profile is like that of a Christmas tree
My first Christmas tree
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Behold
The bell is tolling
The children are singing
Christmas would be coming
Their Christmas presents will be waiting
But I… I have my Christmas present before now
My Christmas tree on the Christmas Eve
My ambulatory Christmas tree
Yes my first Christmas tree
Merry Christmas
To you
I close my eyes and there you are
As real as real can be
Leaving behind my mundane life
I drift into your fantasy
A transparent robe clings to your curves
Dancing in a warm and carefree wind
Your smile invites me to come close
And explore what lies within
Aroused I sit at my desk
Daydreaming about your touch
I can smell the essence of your gorgeousness
As I fall deeper and deeper in lust
I close my eyes and there you are
As real as real can be
Some day perhaps, when I open them
You'll be standing in front of me