Best Imaginationbeauty Poems
. BEAUTY IS ONLY SKIN DEEP
When I walk I hold my head down.
Very shy and always carry a frown.
A little meek and hardly ever smile.
Everyone laughs cause I have no style.
The way I wish I was is only in my dreams.
Because of my bad self esteem.
The way I feel is oh so true.
"I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to you"
I have no friends and no one really cares.
The way I look makes people only stare.
When I see myself all I do is weep.
Mama says sweetie beauty is only skin deep.
She looked at me and said you remember this
you close your eyes and make a wish.
Life is what makes you who you are.
Be a good person and that will make you a star.
Teresa Skyles
Entered in Constance La France~a rambling poet~
Writing in the sublime contest
Beauty can be found in the sky, twilight's golden glow,
Beauty can be found in the pallette color bold
Beauty can be found in the wonder of a smile
Kind and gracious words make beauty abound
A gentle touch, hug or caress can cause beauty to blossom
where none could grow.
Beauty makes rain fall over a barren desert.
Beauty can be found in a broken spirit.
Beauty can be found in a death and rebirth.
Beauty is in the mind's eye.
Even a dung beatle finds it's mate beautiful.
"Come fluttering words,come Drifting words to me",
To find out what shes doing despite what i see
Standing there in her long gown
With her hair sprawling down
Smelling a flower
Taking a moment to stop and think
How quickly that moment goes, in just a blink
Taking a break from her chores
Could that be what this is
or to remind me to cherish all the importance there is?
Could be.....
Though, i think she is reveling in the simple beauty of a rose
And
Reminding us not take for granted all the beauty that we know
"what is she thinking" contest
By Dina Scalia
8/16/11
RedRita,RedRita as red as her margarita.
So beautiful they whisper the men. Little do they know she is only a sin. Not as cold as ice
nor as hot
as fire but warm and scented to mens desires. She is the eve that adam could never look
away.She is the apples skin as ripe and luious as her lips. She is the snake that coils
arounds the tree of knowlege sithering with her sliky smooth scales. She is all there hopes
and though her they are inspired. A dress so bright and red makes other women hate and
dread the woman say that her beauty is her weapon and her curse. For to much attention
form other's will make them bold, couragous, and stupid. They give their love by taking
there life's a battle that brought tears to her eyes. Her beauty was not only her gift but her
wisdom was very sharp and o-so swift she made her self turn from the air to the wind them
would make her disapear no lovely tunes were allowwed into their ears but shallow lives and
glass tears. Her vanishment was more than they feared their was no life only sigh's.
I am stitched onto this physique of flesh
Gracefully following whenever I can
Dancing in front, behind, or to the side.
I love how I see myself
Shaded grey
Shaded black.
The beauty of movement
The beauty of vision
Enchanting and mesmerizing
Swaying end to end—
Caught in a frenzy of twirls.
Defining the curves of her nose
Her lips
Her hair
But without the gift of becoming a mirror image
The true color
The true direction
The true ways of a mortal
I will always be
Her dancing shadow.
I drement i was a butterfly or was I a butterfly dreaming
I flew through a key hole into an enchanting garden. beauty surrounded me. taking
me in with passion. Wet dew was on every rose little droplets from heaven. my
wings then grew faster and faster untill I found myself on the ground human once
again. As I lay and look up the trees are captivating. Its so facinating the way the
branches flow interwind with eachother, never breaking unless forced. As I sit up
the garden is like sipping a cup of tea warm and delightful. Its like being a child
again so enrapturing. Well I take a walk beauty is everywhere. I look entracing my
steps. I come back to the door, I touch the cold brass with my fingertips. Then I once
again feel the tingle when I become aware again of my surroundings I am once
again a butterfly, able to fly through the small hole. My life laying ahead because I am changed.
Kayla Noel July 10
Daydreams and Dream Dreams
As dark and light merged,
in the touch of fingers
a passover was made
this coupling foretold
that destiny,
would be born
pushed from the cusp
of two worlds,
leaving halos and horns
in a stillness, that ever
sighs of her departure
A single green blade
freed the earth
stealing her first breath,
as tips of flowers interlaced,
it shimmered within her
first dew kissed sleep
observed by immortals
(from both sides)
her fingers painted air,
as feet ran its first steps
creating winds through time,
gasps echoed the heavens
(a gathering had watched)
In awe
their desire
had been to keep her,
sacrificing their love
they gave this beauty
a life, purpose
a smile
at the end laughter
the comma
in the birth of tears,
became a lighted hope
that embers
all covet her
this galaxy of beauty
born on the cusp,
passed us all today
and walks among us
(immortals maintain their gaze)
and destiny? found me
as I write on her tail,
and touch the profound