Best Prettiness Poems

Pretty, my dear,
will not last.
Come with me
to the shore
to hear the symphony
with your beautiful ears.


©Kathryn M. Collins
September 26, 2012...

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“Be like the sun for grace and mercy. Be like the night to cover others' faults. Be like running water for generosity. Be like death...

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I shall delete my existence says the dead man
	No more do I breathe	
	No more shall I rant
	Although often I recant

I shall delete all my poems...

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Pretty pink pansies soothe searing souls; seek them; take walks.
Offerings of friendship to another can distract depressive thoughts; open your heart.
Evoking visions of amusing moments,...

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I don't, and probably won't 
know the truth of her fate,
I don't know whether she left us, 
but I do remember her well.
Tall, slim, quiet...

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I wanted to tell you how magnificent you were.
Your laugh, your smile, the way you said hello to everyone.
I wanted to run up to you...

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Collecting rocks on a summer’s day, I marveled at the sparkles I see as I turn them over. The sun and I are smiling at...

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Bountiful goodness of squash, pumpkins and gourds decorate hay bales
Elaborate labyrinth of vines dried by August suns lean against twilight fences
Autumn colors of browns reds...

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Beautiful berry bushes have grown renegade all over our yard.
Garden catalogs call them this, it is not a name I made up.  They are...

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She wandered into the prissy bathroom hating it for its prettiness.
There were all kinds of trinkets and knickknacks
She reached for two, and threw them onto...

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The night is brimming with lake water fully moon-laden.
Sparkles and dashes of diamonds clutter her surface.
I am delighted at the prettiness of the outlying forest.
Surrounded...

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There she sits, a "Black Bird on a wire"
On wings repose "she sings of light"
 "Broken People" gather beneath her 
People who have seen the...

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I’ve seen them: humungous stumps of once gigantic trees
 that made a forest sacred-
knowing it was men that lopped off such magnificence

Stealers of beauty and...

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(Apropos Of A School-Day Happenstance)

There she stood on the edge 
of the cliff of loneliness—her
tiny eyes staring out into space.

As I cautiously approached her,
I softly...

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Yes ma, mother tongue
my ears are not deaf to your calling
even when I am dead at night
and far I have gone in the world beyond...

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