Best Her Beauty Poems
Her Name Was Jasmine And Her Beauty So Divine
Her name was Jasmine and her beauty so divine
Her voice was a picture of mountain majesty
Soft melody and sweet words kissed ear so fine
Me to stand back, not ask her out, a travesty.
I was on fluffy cloud nine when she said her yes
Did not bother me that it was not a clear match
Jessie said, yep, she felt sorry for you I guess
She gets good look at you, she close door, hit the latch.
I gave flowers and sweetest kisses in the morn
Cook her waffles and my special bacon and eggs
Gave God thanks, asked Gabriel to blow his horn
I was Romeo when to Juliet he begs!
She would call me her darling and her handsome prince.
Never heard such honey-baked words ever since.
Robert J. Lindley, March 7th, 1972
Sonnet
1st note- '""Gabriel""
""A Gabriel's horn (also called Torricelli's trumpet) is a type of geometric figure that has infinite surface area but finite volume. The name refers to the Christian tradition where the archangel Gabriel blows the horn to announce Judgment Day.""
2nd Note:
In youth we face many challenges, love being a very big one..
Washing over me; her warm breast, weighing joyfully amid such soft palms
Arms about dawns waist; dreams, smiling as gazing into her eyes to find....
Beauty that we share; butterflies, dancing within our hearts while chasing
But a breath; nothing has changed yet all is the same and everyday, is new
Time stills its frames; hands untying her negligee; lovely, her mirrors image
Twined in this love as satin falls unto the floor; about these fragrant kisses
Capturing hearts aneath reflections cast betwixt, chains of silverish hues....
Rose petals strewn atop the scented pillows; insatiable hungers to quench
This candlelights thirst; a poetics witness unto desirables rivers of pleasure
Murmuring gently loves silkened voice into the wanting sea; sands and surf
Velvet, weighing joyfully amid my palms; her breast, thus now glistening....
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...."Her Beauty, In My Dreams" ~
As Her Beauty Rivals Red, Red Roses
Gift unto her red, red roses
And perhaps a kiss or two
In her portrait she reposes
With her beauty through and through.
Dare the dawn admire her beauty
For morn needs its fairest queen
To live and love is life's duty
Her eyes bright shimmering green.
As moon's glow highlights her dancing
And heavens above her twirls
One's mind thinks of sweet romancing
Her face and long flowing curls.
Gift unto her red, red roses
And perhaps a kiss or two
In her portrait she reposes
With her beauty through and through.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-14-2021
Romanticism, ( Images, Beauty, Romance And Dreams )
Note:
I have seen this vision on lonely nights
Its promise a true treasure to desire
Those falling tears, at its vanishing sight
Breathes as does sadness at funeral pyres.
Note- I did find that much needed inspiration today....
~Her Beauty~
(Dimished Hexaverse)
Her beauty I see
Enchantingly stands
Full of grace serene
Eyes can't get enough
She's so beautiful
Enjoy her sight
Her regal gown
Makes my heart glad
Happy she's here
Bring changes
And fresh air
Spreads colors
Nice and
Pretty
Fall
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
January,07,2015
Was so carried away by her beauty
Yes, physically, but the heart was ugly
Now, I feel so empty.
Though it was quite a shame,
I had to take the blame
For it was all about the fame.
~ Her Beauty ~
(Diminished Hexaverse)
Her beauty I see
Enchanting she stands
Full of grace serene
Eyes can't get enough
She's so beautiful
Enjoy her sights
Her regal gown
Makes my heart glad
Happy she's here
Bring changes
Sights, cool air
Spreads colors
Nice and
Pretty
Fall.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
October.16.2018
-'Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.'
- Mark Twain -
~Author's Notes:
~Her Beauty~
(Dimished Hexaverse)
Her beauty I see
Enchantingly stands
Full of grace serene
Eyes can't get enough
She's so beautiful
Enjoy her sight
Her regal gown
Makes my heart glad
Happy she's here
Bring changes
And fresh air
Spreads colors
Nice and
Pretty
Fall.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
October.22.2016
~Author's Notes:
"The Diminishing Hexaverse" is an invented form which can be found in various poetry communities and blogs across the web without any reference to its source.
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The warmth of her breast weighing joyfully amid my palms...
Arms about my waist; smiling as gazing into her eyes to find this
Beauty that we share; butterflies dancing in my heart while chasing
A breath; nothing has changed yet all is the same and everyday, is new ~
Time stills its frame while untying her negligee; a mirrors image
Twined in this love as satin falls unto the floor; about these fragrant kisses
Capturing hearts aneath reflections cast betwixt, chains of silverish hues...
Rose petals strewn atop the scented pillows; insatiable to quench
This candlelights thirst; a poetics witness unto, desirables rivers of pleasure ~
Murmuring lightly loves silkened voice into the wanting sea; her warmth
Weighing joyfully amid my palms; and her breast, thus now glistening...
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...“Her Beauty, In My Dreams” *
Trapped in her beauty-
oh such beauty so uncommon in this world,
such beauty she possesses like a jewel in a dust cloud
of destruction, greed, violence, and death;
her beauty is such a thing that possesses my heart
and entangles my soul;
for trapped in her beauty is beauty in itself.
She is lovely,
like no other before,
and she knows something
that none have known before.
She is beautiful,
and she is kind;
love conjured me and her beauty
locked me away from society;
I lost my mind when she'd gone away a year ago today;
now I see she is no where to be found-
still I am still trapped in her luxurious beauty-
.2.14.2014.
~Her Beauty~
(Diminished Hexaverse)
Her beauty I see
Enchantingly stands
Full of grace serene
Eyes can't get enough
She's so beautiful
Enjoy her sight
Her regal gown
Makes my heart glad
Happy she's here
Bring changes
And fresh air
Spreads colors
Nice and
Pretty
Spring
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
February.22.2015
Mr and Mrs walking down the High Street
Shoe shop window her eyes did now greet
Into the shop they both went
Oh! those boots, please consent
Too dear, no purchase, no receipt
Ready for bed and feeling so fruity
His hand now caressing her beauty
Cutting sharpness she says
With no payment display
No horse shoes, your not riding it's booty
.
her beauty is her strength
seduction is her power
cos she kills every heart
with her beauty
she knows the weak point
of the standing men
she is a professional
flirt
she never let go her zeal
or the men will bleed
she grow up to be a
feminist
cos she likes to be
the Queen of the jungle
were wasted men
satisfy their soul
as they pay the price
of her beauty
her beauty is her strength
she likes to be in charge
she never listen
especially to men
she believes she can't
be second
so she grew up a
feminist
in the midst of weak men
she was a boss
like a man like a woman
was the questions of
her victims
cos her rule is that
of an iron lady
her beauty is her strength
power was her aim
male control was her moto
she never need be under
nor be guided by her hobby
instead her hobby must
be a captive in her nets
of control
she is the master of
all but her perfection
is rooted on deceit
so her ego equals
seduction power control
pink moon lights the sky
her sheer beauty makes me cry
~~~
moonbeams dry my eyes
Written after witnessing the Pink Moon 16th April 2022
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FIRST PLACE
As always
The best thing i can i say
Will always be left unsaid
For words cannot capture these feelings felt
But everyday i try my best
To understand this sweet embrace
That moves my soul and makes me crave
The warmth of the one i love
I do not need to explain
Because my heart understands
That when you take me by the hand
A world of wonder awaits
And with such mystery lies
And intrigue that is undefined
Because this journey of you and i
Has no destination ahead
But where will this road take us?
One of us is bound to ask
The one who got too attached
Wants a love without a doubt
I do not know what to say
I can only say "Stay"
All i know is i want you
The rest is up to chance
The moment is we all have
So let us make every kiss last
And hope love reveals the path
That you and i aren’t
Meant to take
I remember fitfully,
Those verdant fields their
Yellow brushed cotton tips,
Gyrating, swirled to beauty,
sighing, undulating minute blades
infintesable allure wafted
on those white wattle nights,
even drained of sustenance
it still motioned to flower
as I am drawn to nigh.
Jaundiced paddocks replace
the suppleness of earth, where,
once green strands laid
like laurels on the dawn
Rich red particles of death
now pepper the ether,
unwonted limbs litter lanes
original ground now fallow
Trans morphed unholy Gaia
sits cackling next to Azimuth,
sons of the fathers, follow
the false prophets online
As their hands are filled
with knowledge of the world,
their heads are lackluster
gazing today after tomorrow
Good intentions are twisted
in a government mainframe,
planet earth screams succour
and only God is left to hear
but I'll ever remember,
viridescent pastures
millions of miles long,
breathlessly beautiful
before the tech triumph
life's last gasp of gorgeous