Best Pretty As A Picture Poems
i may just have an ugly face.
i also maybe cheap
but i have made many "a man race"
as beauty is only skin deep.
i may not be as pretty as a picture
but i have often made a choice
and i may not be any richer
but there is love in my voice.
i may not have lovely clothes
but i can make love to you
and i may not be beautiful as a rose
but i know when love is true.
i may not have a beautiful body
but it is still kept on view
and i may not be small and often in the nuddy
but my affections are on cue
so if you rate your love on looks alone
i think I'll just leave and tarry
because you heart is colder than stone
your the type for me not to marry.
An English Rose
My english rose a flower so devine.
Gods inspiration sent down from up high
only ever matched when pretty girls smile
Pretty as a picture, precious, sublime
natures picture, perfect mona lisa
My english rose a flower so devine
Silk flowers who's aroma is sublime
whos petals capture english summer time
only ever matched when pretty girls smile
The classic symbol of love undying
even the most beautiful girl would prize
My english rose a flower so devine
A flower treasured by our kings and queens
a rose can say sweetest things,i love you
only ever matched when pretty girls smile
the english rose inspires loves true desire
summers english rose true flower power
My english rose a flower so devine
only ever matched when pretty girls smile
Villanelle Me A Flower or Flowers - Poetry Contest
contest entry 09062016
half his age
and nearly twice his
height
pretty as a picture
but none too bright
he loves her open
arms (and legs) –
his “tart”
spread-eagled on his
sports-car’s bonnet
she likes him for
his open mind and
open heart
but most of all –
his open wallet
she intends to stick
with him through
thick and thicker
and is most
“concerned” about
his dodgy ticker
you can see my
illustration &
original poem on my
blog here -
http://tap-p.com/2014/08/22/gold-digger/
BRIEF ROMANCE
Fell for a Scottish girl long ago. Pretty as a picture, but
Heart as cold as an empty Edinburgh street on a wet
January Monday morning, when the chiseled
Craigleith sandstone blackened by smoke
Repels the rain from the Forth,
And the steep roofs pour
Water into the runnels
Down the cobbled
Streets.
She gets out there and hustles
She does her very best
It’s all about the teamwork
And winning is her quest
Pretty as a picture
She could be most anything
But for now she’s chosen soccer
And working hard for her team
Pony-tail is flying
The ball is flying too
She’s got those rules down good
And she knows just what to do
So come on folks and watch the game
If you want to see the best
A girl who could be a beauty queen
But soccer is her quest!
Normal people come in packs of six
Some are born in cardboard boxes
In suburbs, in summer, in campers
In the middle of the middle class
In clicks and clacks on railroad tracks
Rich people shower frequently in power
In God we trust the upper crust to laugh
Normal people want mobility Up
To supper in good company
To be pretty as a picture on the beach
To frolic in the waves of milk and honey
With apologies to Jesus people sing
Some dance in fire merrily
Normal people come in from the cold
Candy sweet and happy to be seen
Some come from baby factories
From across the street in greeting seasons
Middle class people love the poor
They love themselves much more
That is why babies are born
Subways are for the pedestrian class
Travelling from left to right transformative
In nature train people are always in motion
Moving on is always right
The mundane remain the same
With Happy Hour and a six pack waiting
Somewhere down the line the land cracks open
It is another earthquake opened with a smile
On camera screen,
As pretty as a picture,
She's pixel perfect.
To My Daughter-in-Law,Aimee-Leigh.
What a beautiful name for a wonderful girl,
Who sets my heart in a whirl;
As pretty as a picture,a heart so big and true,
With a love so pure and perfect,sent out to me and you.
Contrite and sweet,proud and strong,
A melody,to a beautiful song;
Your always there, to show your love,
Just like an angel,sent from above.
It does my heart such pleasure,
Your ways I truely treasure;
As in this life,you find your way,
And also help others,along the way.
God saw my heart,He knew my need,
For the daughter-in-law,that I did plead;
I thank Him for each day,for your place in my life,
And,that my son,found a beautiful wife.
Your welcomed,in this family of mine,
Forever and always,till the end of time;
Thankyou so much,for your love and your care,
And for being my daughter,so true and so fair.
I'm priveledged to know you,as a daughter and a friend,
And to know,you are some-one,on whom I can depend;
God bless you today,and forever more;
And,know that I love you,of that you can be sure.
By Sharon.L.Leonard. 8th,November,2007.
Flirting With Death, Gods And Devils
Blonde, blue eyes, tall and slim
Pretty as a picture without the wings
They go by the old names; “Lucifer’s minions”
Fellow demons on the Earth
Flirting with the boys and girls
Today, in black suits, they pray in church
Prey afterwards on lost souls
Found in corporations
They win the hearts of everyone with a wink
Gentlemen under the skin with hidden sin
As the gods they are
Never have to go too far from heaven
Gods and devils are the same
They simply operate under assumed names
We are their armies in training
Flirting with death
Is a dangerous undertaking
Created on 1/19/15 for - “Gods and Devils” – Poetry Contest
Defined By Idioms
Naked truth, bent nails
dead men tell no tales
bad Apple, broken mirrors
burnt out light bulbs, crocodile tears
spilt milk, goose chase
two cents worth, rat race
rotten egg, bad to the bone
eagle eye, no place like home.
bat from hell,
pulled punch
big cheese,
no free lunch
can of worms, bleeding heart
knock on wood,
till death do us part
bite the bullet, checkered past
good as gold,
last laugh
burning bridges,
ball of wax
hold your horses start from scratch
wooden nickels ace up your sleeve
hair of the dog
all Greek to me
axe to grind
behind the eight ball
bigger they are
the harder they fall
jack of all trades cat's got your tongue
fair weathered friend
like father like son
small world
on thin ice
speak of the Devil roll of the dice
blood's thicker than water
lie like a rug
dime a dozen
when push comes to shove
dog eared pages
eye for an eye
bury the hatchet how time flies clean as a whistle C
chew the fat
crime doesn't pay. cover my ass
throw me under the bus gentle as a lamb
cold shoulder
hit the fan
buyer beware
woman's work never done
never say never
takes one to know one
come Hell or high water
pissing in the wind
pretty as a picture through thick and thin
beat a dead horse pass the buck
whole nine yards down on my luck
life’s a
don't rock boat
needless to say
go for broke
My life is the sum of trite cliches
Jaded expressions
so worthless so worn
I couldn't give it away
Eye Candy Sport
Pretty young things fill the caverns of love
Spectators pay to see abortions live
Bets are placed.
Sparsely clad girls with signs march around the rink
Pink, innocent, candy like parades of flesh
On display for all to see
Freedom at play
Skeletons flee the closets
There are no secrets or places left to hide
Eye candy virgins walk the streets at night
As pretty as a picture with a knife
Oh Valentine, Oh Valentine,
Please won’t you be my Valentine,
I love you oh so very much,
I always hunger for your touch
I think about you all the time,
I know that one day you’ll be mine,
Friends say, you're pretty as a picture,
Of Greek and English you're a mixture,
I want to ask you to marry me,
To understand what you mean to me,
You are my everlasting destiny,
And bring me to the brink of ecstasy,
We’ll build a love nest in a tree,
Like the birds we’ll fly so free,
We’ll have one girl and a little boy,
Who’ll bring us so much fun and joy,
So Valentine, my Valentine,
Please be my own dear Valentine.
She’s as pretty as a picture
And as quiet as a mouse.
He’s as blind as a bat
And as fat as a house.
She’s as stubborn as a mule
And as sly as a fox.
He’s as wise as an owl
And as strong as an ox.
She’s as skinny as a toothpick
And as slow as a snail.
He’s as sharp as a tack
And as large as a whale.
I could keep this up forever
But you know what they say:
Nothing ruins someone’s writing
Like an overused cliché!
Pageant Girl
She’s as pretty as a picture, she is.
Her Mother was in the biz.
She’s bubbly,
that girl has super fashion fizz!
Her hair has flare,
her curves bounce without a care,
as she struts by, people stare.
She wants to leave, but she’d never dare.
Her Mother pumps her with speed,
she’s taught her to throw-up using
a long pine needle or a crooked leaf.
That girl’s a model;
she looks damn good in a golden sheath.
But she’s as dumb as they run,
marrying a rich man and making him moan
is the only way her adult game will be won.
Poor dumb
Pageant Girl!
Mother nature decided to give us a
Glimpse
Of winter’s beauty all dressed out in a
Ice suit
The trees are drooping coating with
It’s coat
All around my backyard I can see
Mother nature
It’s like a wonderland of ice
Shivering with the wind
The night’s sky will clash with each
Hanging leaf,
Bound to be a chandelier on branches
Beautiful crystal just glittering lights
Only its ice covering each branch
Fine crystal
Sparkling bright with a twinkle
I know you can see it shine and
Twinkle
In a decorative manner as a star
Twinkle in a distant
This beautiful Iceland in my backyard
Even if it melts in tomorrow sun
For tonight I witness beauty
Hardly ever to be framed
With such picturesque represent
A impression of the images of
Such beauty
Here in my home town where snow
Is a legend
And as pretty as a picture
So, I can truly appreciates mother
Nature
Picturesque framed with beauty