Best Inner Beauty Poems
(INNER BEAUTY) :
Words donot define beauty.
People donot define beauty.
Looks donot define beauty.
You define beauty
In your depth
In your speech,
In your mind.
Beauty is not about having a pretty face.
It is about having a pretty mind,a pretty heart
And most importantly a
Beautiful soul.
Some people have bad taste
Because they see only a pretty whitish complexion face,
When they look at their fiancée.
They say that beauty is skin deep.
Actually Beauty is not in the face
Beauty is light in the pure heart and pure soul.
Blessed are they
Who see beauty in humble places
Where other people see nothing.
There is a inner beauty about a woman.
Who believes in herself.
She knows well, she is capable of doing any thing,
That she puts her mind to.
There is a beauty in the strength and determination
Of a woman who follows her own right path,
She is not thrown off by obstacles along the way.
There is a beauty about a woman.
Whose confidence comes from experiences,
She knows when she fall,pick herself up and again move on.
You are like the ocean,pretty enough.on the surface,
But Dive down into your depths ,you will find beauty
Where most people never see.
I am strong because I know my weakness
I am beautiful because I am aware of my flaws.
I am fearless because I learnt to recognise,illusion from Real.
I am wise because I learn from my Mistakes.
I am a lover because I have felt hate .
And I can laugh because I have known sadness.
Always remember that point
Beauty is on the inside and not outside,
If you are going to judge ,judge me by my pure heart and pure soul
And not by my skin colour.
My skin colour fades but my inner beauty of heart & soul stays.
God determines who walk into your life ,
Its up to you to decide who you let away ,who you let stay,
Who you refuse to let go.
Because Matches are decided on Heaven
And take place on Earth by Parents choices.
An inner happiness abode in all,
A sense of universal harmonies,
A measureless secure eternity of truth and beauty
And good things and joy made one .
By Aliza Mukhtiar (Aliza Kashmala Kiran)
im challenging the mirror
im challenging myself
i tell myself im beautiful
but nothing seems to help...
Is genuine
I walk in my own beauty
rather than societies
I am strong
independent
I live by my words and thoughts
I stay true to the path
I am the soothing to a broken heart
a troubled soul
an ear for someone to let all their feelings out
I focus on the positive
letting all the negative flow on by
lifting spirits
bringing sunshine
even to the darkest spots
life brings trials, but
everything happens for a reason
There she stood, high in her pink heels,
Everyone’s sight she steals,
Her feminine nature soaring high above all others,
For her beauty has surpassed all others.
Suddenly she feels her days growing dim,
A fear building up within,
Will what she has steal away her glamour,
She has feared all her life this terrible hour.
Like a phoenix she rises from the ashes so high,
As if reborn she soars up in the sky,
For she is undefeatable not even in this hour,
Not even a pink ribbon shall steal away her glamour.
She walks amongst us with her head upright,
She defeated her foe and regained her might,
For there she stands again in her pink heels so high,
For she knows her inner beauty shall never die.
Your kisses and caresses, my love,
Make me feel like hovering over reality’s
Solid ground
But
The touch of your soul’s inner beauty,
Is the one, that carries me to the heights of
Bliss’ silver cloud!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
08 MARCH 2015
HAPPY WOMAN'S DAY!
God's Inner Beauty
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How amazing
Was the sky
With it's lovely colors
Mingling with light
Somewhere
And getting lost
In the darkness
Somewhere
Like the unseen pages of life
Revealing only
The layer of truth
And God's
Inner beauty.
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Ravindra K Kapoor
Currently in MP India
18th Nov. 2016
A short poem from my Photo Poems collection
Reminded by face book after a long time
I may not be a vision
of human perfection,
nor someone you desire.
But I am a unique creation,
a vision of my own.
A beating heart lay in my chest.
One with love,
compassion and respect
coursing through me
with each beat of my heart.
My body is my temple,
even though it’s not
near as perfect
as those of fashion models
or playboy centrefolds.
It is mine,
a part of me.
It is who I am.
Of whom I once was
and now came to be.
I have my own feelings
that you seem to
like to walk over.
Carelessly going about
your own way.
Blind-sided by the surface beauty,
that like time,
does fade like all else.
And she will end up just like me.
While you look past
my inner beauty
and fail to see.
Who I am
and what I can be.
There once was a seed a little seed
A seed that was thought to be ugly indeed,
It went one day and hopped in the ground
hoping and praying for its luck to turn around ,
It wasn't long that before we knew
that seed was changing and that it grew,
it spouted up, morphed and stretched
it started to look less and less like a retch,
after a period it revealed itself and bloomed
Its beauty shined as it was released from its cocoon,
It was thought to be the greatest beauty around
That ever sprouted from the ground,
Now its happy and grateful for all its days
It's beauty shines bright in many ways.
Inner beauty is but concealed and timeless.
2016-02-24
Look the
Essence of
Inner beauty as
The infallible compass
That will tell you the goodness of a person
"Beauty resides in the inner one. Do not look a pretty face or body."
Nayda Ivette
11-30-2015
Outer beauty cannot be fully appreciated unless inner beauty is first established!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 January 2017
In youthful bloom, I once did shine,
A beauty radiant, a heart so divine.
My laughter echoed, my smile so bright,
A joyous spirit, a love so light.
But time and life, they took their toll,
And changes came, my form began to unfold.
The mirror reflects a different face,
A woman worn, with a weary pace.
Your words, they cut, a painful sting,
"You've changed," you said, "and my love does cling
To memories of what once was, not what's now."
My heart aches, torn between love and doubt.
I search for answers, in the eyes of time,
For a love that's true, that's not just a crime.
I ask you, dear one, to see beyond,
To the beauty that time cannot wither or fond.
Take me to places unknown, dress me in finest attire,
And test my heart, for true beauty's not just a desire.
Let me show you, through the trials and strife,
That my love for you, is a love for life.
For though my outer form may fade and wear,
My inner self, my love, remains, and that's what truly matters there.
I'd walk the path of self-love, of growth and of might,
To show you, dear one, that true beauty shines from within, day and night.
In the silence, I hear a voice,
A whisper of hope, a heartfelt choice.
To love myself, to love you true,
To find the beauty, that's been hiding in you.
I'll rise above, the doubts and fears,
And find my strength, through all my tears.
I'll be the woman, that you once adored,
Not just a face, but a heart that's explored.
So let us journey, through life's unknown,
Together forever, our love will grow.
For I am yours, and you are mine,
Forever entwined, in this love divine.
Your inner beauty is far more important to me
Written By Dean Masciarelli
September 13, 2010 (7:04am)
Your inner beauty is
far
more important to me
Because it is a
wonderful
quality to have
That most
people
cannot see
But it will always shine
through for
as long as you are alive
Because no one
can ever
take that away
(This poem was not written for anyone in general but it was written for everyone
that truly believes that inner beauty exceeds outer beauty on any give day
because looks fade away but inner beauty remains forever)
Your inner beauty
Your physical beauty fades
Inner beauty stays
As the days grow shorter.
A cold wind whispers to the trees.
And the leaves begin their journey.
Carried in the winds of Autumn.
Into the rivers and streams.
Some will travel far into the oceans of our world.
A few will be chosen.
Directed by whispers in winds of Autumn.
Into the lakes and ponds where the Lotus lives.
Where they settle into the cool dank bottom.
As the years pass they form the rich mud.
From which the Lotus or her cousin the Lilly live.
Only there in dankest mud will she live.
For she makes her home in places no other flowers will grow.
Here she will grow to be one of the rarest and most revered.
For her unique beauty.
One petal at a time will open over the course of days.
In the still water were little else will grow.
She will slowly reveal her inner beauty.
Then ebb back into the cool dank water.
From which she emerged and the mud were she lives.
Only in the latter days of Spring when the first warm breeze.
Send ripples across the pond whispering to the then warming mud.
That she will awaken and rise to the reveal her inner beauty.