Best Skin Deep Poems
I love you just the way you are
(after they buff that awful scar)
and laser the tattoos over your heart
I'm sure we're destined never to part
Remember to tuck up that cute
double chin
and put those buttocks back where
they'd been
Do ask about Lypo and
wax that moustache
and while you are at it get those teeth
that flash
A beautiful smile in no time they say
it Looks great and it seems such a small
price to pay
For love such as ours that
withstands any crisis
so while you are there just look
into the prices
of permanent lashes and
green contacts honey
and buy some new clothes
for it's well worth the money
a wig or a dye job will top
off the look
and get those new nails that
we saw in that book
I love you for you
but it's so plain to see
There's really a much better you
you can be
So call me next year
after all transformations
(I'm sure you'll exceed all of
my expectations)
Just fax me a photo
I'll show it with pride
But remember I love you
for the you that's inside!
Indigo, not black, nor brown
not one or tother, coffee ground
It’s plain and simple, the eye to see
like winter’s bark on maple tree
I’m indigo, in mood and skin,
to be this colour is no sin
So to my friends of red and yellow,
just chill out, it’s cool to mellow
On the surface she was beautiful
But she was ugly deep inside
Yet always she was surrounded
With many men by her side
On the outside she was ugly
Her beauty was deep within
She was always left by herself
Shunned by all the men
Showered with gifts and compliments
Never wanting for a date
Even though inside her heart was dark
Intoxicated with hate
Full of love and sympathy
Always lending a helping hand
Never receiving a single call
Avoided by every man
We can be so shallow
Deceived by our very own eyes
If we could only learn to see with our hearts
We men would be surprised
Skin Deep Beauty
This man covered in tattoos in reds and greens and blues
Wanted everyone to see his art
So he put it in his will that he hopes they will fulfill
That in his death his skin will do its part
He wants it tanned and stretched, hung where it can be sketched
By anyone who happens to come by
He says I’ll be the donor, just the former tattoo owner
The Gallery can hang it when I die
Some say it is perversely, he says the controversy
Is just because most people are too squeamish
They say beauty is skin deep; he just wants his skin to keep
But maybe that’s a little too extreamish
Mdailey 6/2/12
Geoff Ostling has willed his skin to the National Gallery in Canberra, Australia
But the National Gallery has not yet agreed to his bequest.
I am sure if you Google his name you will be able to see for yourself just what he is offering the gallery.
My thighs may slap together
My bum, it may be huge
But if you look a little deeper
You'll find my heart is true
My stomach may be rounded
My bingo wings? Disaster
But my friends will always stick around
While yours will leave much faster
Everything may wobble
On my walk across to work
But the smiles I get are genuine
While yours are just a smirk
I may have got a second chin
And be all over flabby
But you get your joy from others pain
While my friends make me happy
So while your comments hurt me
And make me sad and worry
I can't wallow in self pity
As it's for you that I feel sorry
. 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
“Skin Deep”
skin deep
in beauty
character snatched
in the grip of plastic
strictly confidential
on the q.t.,
the breath inside
quiet and temporary
love blown
soft and infallible
floats away
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
If I could dream
for anything
I would dream of Peace, Love
and Unity
for all Bloods & Crips
all gangs, are in need of a change
for you represent such ignorance
and scrutiny
Difference in colors worn
Sides in which you were born
are truly all that divides
when the two opposing sides
collide
and it makes no sense
for we all Bleed
Blue turned Red
Blood Inside
And a future generation
is hard to provide
when death, is like your shadow
creepin' up by your side
and drive-by shootings happen
each late night, outside
where running seems the only option
to know
for no places to hide
no defense for your demise
for a difference in colors worn
and what side in which you were born
is truly all that divides
when these two sides collide
and it makes no sense to me
for we all Bleed
Blue turned Red
Blood Inside
Moonbeams bathe orange glow in great embrace
Her beauty completes her soul with her face
She buries her heart in her wickedness
A lurid piece of harbored openness
Within the moon’s heart is her tender eyes
Nothing there that could surely be despised
But her ways bring thoughts of devilish ways
Sensual glow about brings love today
Beauty is not skin deep with her intrigue
Her face is certainly out of my league
She carries the reflection of the moon
Gorgeous sight of pure beauty seen too soon
With extreme beauty her secured eyes gleam
I love the nakedness that her soul beams
Russell Sivey
Contest: Calling all poems of "BEAUTY"
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
7/30/2013
I stare blankly ahead of me;
stare into the cracked soul of the being who used to reflect a smile
- the girl I used to love unconditionally.
That love evades me now.
Where has it gone?
I search desperately, but I fear it is lost forever
- lost forever in the turbulent streams of my --self--consciousness;
lost in the dark recesses of my mind,
in the shrunken cockles of my heart.
I fear I may never find it.
But surely nothing is ever truly gone;
surely it is simply hiding from me
- playing a twisted game of hide and seek -
or creeping in the shadows of my despair until it is needed again.
I need it now.
Words cannot express how deeply, how utterly, I want to love that person;
to see something of worth or merit in those dark eyes,
to smile back when those pale contours
find their pride again.
But somehow, I just can't see that face the same way.
All I see are lips chapped from saying "no"
- from constantly repenting sins they will soon commit again and again.
All I see are those blank, empty eyes staring back at me
- the cracked soul within beating herself bloody to be freed.
I wish I could see it - I wish I could set that girl free - but somehow I can't find how.
I want to see it again:
the eyes so full of promise and hope that they blossom,
the smile of a girl who knows the world will keep spinning.
the face of a girl who may be chipping away piece by piece, but is still trying.
But you can't see what just isn't there.
I'd like to think that with enough wishing, that face will return;
that somehow the withering girl - bound by her own will - may find the sun again.
That against all odds, the cracks will begin to fade - the splintered child will heal -
and maybe, eventually, time will turn back and her smile will find its way through the pain.
I'd like to think that miracles are a stones-throw away - that all you need is a little bit of pixie dust.
I'd like to believe that love does conquer all - much as the world would like to prove otherwise.
I'd like to believe that, beneath the face of a girl with only bad days left, there hides another girl.
I'd like to believe that inside those soulless eyes,
buried deep within a chasm of depression,
hiding, timid, in the shadows,
there lies another face:
A face that, maybe,
I can love
- or at least smile back at in the mirror.
I slip your lies into my skin,
beauty plastic and skin deep
watched by those eyes again
tonight there will be no sleep.
And there's frost on the window,
too cold to remember if I feel
white to blue falling so low
what's it mean to be real?
There is more to this than breathing
or at least so we believe,
until hearts ripped open bleeding
show us how well you can deceive.
A murderer of this queen of hearts
still she doesn’t shout, "Off with his head!"
Murder was your greatest of arts
perfected as you watched as she bled.
So, I slip your lies into my skin
let them cut these veins who weep,
for the plastic flesh of a mannequin
whose beauty was only skin deep.
Achilles' heel
You’re another day older
The world’s much colder
She…
It’s not your fault
They were taken
Don’t blame yourself
for God’s mistake
Is…
Her beauty reflects your own
Her life reflects your future
Chasing rabbits will get you there faster
Loss of faith will bring you there faster
Watching…
The ball drops
It’s clever to see
What happens to us
And here we are
Waiting…
Yes,
Take the evil out of this
You’re stronger
She’s stronger and always,
Loving…
Though be your outer beauty that
... blinds me,
It is your inner ugliness
... I see.
2019 November 04
Peel the refinement and what have you got
A human being who's still an animal at heart
They will not admit they share an animal's nature
It won't happen..…they believe they're a different creature
They've lost their fur, their claws, their teeth
That's superficiality, they're still animals underneath
But they steal the fur from animals too
And not just any fur is going to do
So they lock these creatures in small cramped cages
And strip their skin off as they've done for ages
But acquisitive greed might take a turn for the worse
When wanderers from space look on humans as a main course
I have often wondered
What it is like to be
Beautiful
To have a face that would launch
A thousand ships
Into the distant sea,
In old forgotten times.
What is it like?
To have people look at your face
And smile
To know that you have made
Their day
Helped them send their worries
To a faraway place…
How does it feel?
To wear a nice dress
And not doubt that it really
Becomes you;
To look into a mirror
And not have to flinch
To see a face that stuns you…
And then people say
Beauty is only skin deep
And a crooner sings
That you are beautiful inside
And these two contradictions force a film star
To catch some beauty sleep
While normal people like me sigh
And write poems about wanting to fly
And look around
Desperately
For a place to hide.