Best Handsomeness Poems
I radiate my inner glow—
like a well-polished precious jewel,
pleasing to see, with graceful height.
My handsomeness: a masterpiece of art,
driven by keenness to shed excess fat,
yet I still stand out like a star in the crowd.
My eyes radiate warmth that melts ice—
as deep and mysterious as a star-filled sky.
My smile, a gentle breeze—
a radiance that brightens all days.
Gentle as sleep, yet fierce as a lion,
depending on how you perceive my calm.
But I am a true gentleman—
like weather: mostly mild, sometimes stormy,
yet with a heart of gold,
veins of its worth hidden underground,
bringing forth joy like sunlight when unearthed.
The glory of my gentleness spreads wide—like wildfire,
yet remains near enough to be felt and tasted.
After all, the proof of the pudding is in the eating.
Sharp as a whip, with a lightning-quick mind—
bright as day, as sly as a fox,
a tower of knowledge
filled to the brim with real wisdom.
Every day, fire burns inside me near my heart of gold,
bringing forth brilliant ideas...
like a burning torch
illuminating every dark corner of ignorance.
Just be my friend and experience the wisdom I represent.
Well-moulded into handsomeness by God,
Behold in me a true and noble man.
None meets my aura without feeling awed;
Even my foes admire me as a fan.
Come close—meet a man with a tender heart,
My sweet smile enough to make your heart move.
I smell good, walk with grace, and dress with art;
I am gentle—peace-loving like a dove.
I'm good from my within to my without,
Proudly Black, my chin shines with a soft sheen.
I'm a kind man—no need for me to shout.
Glean it—my heart is loving, pure, and clean.
Your wisdom causes their wiseness to drown,
Intelligence stands on your head as a befitting crown,
Your smartness wears your enemies endless frowns,
Your greatness is now what is the talk of the entire town.
More handsome faces than yours exist only on papers as clowns,
Your smiles always make your face serene like a pretty lawn,
Your kindness is what many wears as their survival gowns,
Your goodness is unique there's no way anyone can get a clone.
The secrets of your success is beyond flying their drones,
God has priotized you for great things right from his throne,
Sadness will never land in your home no matter how it is thrown,
Enemies have given up on your chase 'cos they know you're favour prone.
You strive on his path so as to be counted worthy when the trumpet is blown,
God speaks wonders into your life as if it is a loud voice into your phone,
His love for you he daily expresses using a gentle tone,
His assurance to you is that, to a burning lake of fire all your sins have been thrown.
Drag back the hands of time
our love has g r o w n in leaps and bounds
we've f~l~o~w~n with b~i~r~d~s many times, returning
to hold an olive branch—
our feet s.t.u.c.k in clay, molded by love~
we are now at a point of no return
Count the teeth in our mouths
many are missing to b-l-o-w ourselves a good kiss
our skin now w~r~i~n~k~l~e~d, and we care less when
we g~i~g~g~l~e like playful c h i l d r e n,
tingling at the joy of c~r~i~n~k~l~e~d clothes
Beauties have faded
handsomeness now f~l~o~a~t~s in thin a~i~r
our v i s i o n too feeble to s e e flowers
in their f.r.e.s.h.n.e.s.s—
our hands too weak to c~a~r~e~s~s,
to a~r~o~u~s~e a dead horse back to life
even when a once-dry ~l~a~k~e~
is filled with the ~w~a~t~e~r~ of p.a.s.s.i.o.n
We are now resigned to fate
our love is at a point of no return
old age has made love our only option—
no room for hatred, since our hearts p.u.m.p
only pure love as ~b~l~o~o~d~
I knew back then
I was charming and handsome,
confident as I dined and wined
with my classmates.
Then you walked in—
my handsomeness faded
before the glow of your beauty.
Twenty years seem like yesterday;
your beauty and my charm combined
to gift us three radiant children.
We were selfish
with our good looks~
we showered them on our children,
and the world bows quietly
to their elegance.
That first day we met
still feels like yesterday—
a Saturday then, a Saturday now.
Only difference: that day was December,
this one September.
Your shyness never changed,
nor did mine.
We read our first book
from the same chapter of innocence—
a blind man led a blind woman,
and in our Eden we found
the courage to begin.
I gave you the apple,
not you me.
So no serpent tempted me,
only my stubborn desire.
God bless that day—
a virgin me met a virgin you,
and our first deflowerment
crowned us mum and dad.