Best True Beauty Poems
Let only God show
where the truest beauty lie,
For man made colors can’t compete
with the bluest sky.
Painters mix, and painters stir,
but not one will come out right
In capturing the beauty
of a quiet dove in flight.
And even the greatest poets
with their rhyming phrases
Cannot do the heart justice
to how mother earth amazes.
The musician with his chords
cannot, to his surprise,
Make you feel the way you feel
with moonlight in your eyes.
Even love is stronger
than the thickest plate of steel,
And sorrow runs much deeper
than the ocean can reveal.
We search and pray and ponder
over life and what we see,
But stand back and take a look
at what in life comes free,
For that is what we take for granted
each and every day.
The beauty is all around us,
and hope has come to stay
Count each and every sunset
as miracle in itself,
And you will see, that alone,
will be your greatest wealth.
I look at my reflection wondering if that’s me?
I look at those photos stuck with Prestik on the white walls of my bedroom, and ask myself, is that me?
I stand in front of a mirror for hours, trying to figure out when I turned into such a sickening piece of flesh.
Through my eyes I see nothing but the hideous features and the five hundred and one flaws that have taken over my entire human body,
but through someone else's eyes those flaws are invisible,
and those hideous features, are the prettiest they have ever seen.
Maybe it’s not through your own eyes that you realize your true beauty,
but the way another looks, and sees the beauty that you cannot see.
TRUE BEAUTY
To the eye of the beholder,
True beauty rarely seen,
She captures none with flirting eyes,
Her attire does not demean.
Her presence, soft, as of a dove's,
If you're careful enough she'll stay,
Few there are that recognizes,
her worth this very day.
Her words though few, her silence speaks loudly,
Never deceit or lies within,
Her Angels are there and walk beside her,
For one tear they will defend.
A hidden Truffle, rare to find,
An oyster's treasured pearl,
Her love, more excellent than wine and riches,
This very precious girl.
The prideful man may never find her,
and know the loving ocean in her very kiss,
For few eyes or lips will ever taste and see,
True beauty such as this.
A woman of God, woman of virtue,
blessed is the man to add her to his life,
He has received great favor from God,
An ornament of true beauty for a wife.
True beauty lies not in exquisite eyes,
I crave it not in Rainbow-robed skies...
Like flames in the wind, it will fade away,
nature nutures dewdrops, dross and clay.
True beauty is not in luminous lips...
and certainly not hidden in haughty hips.
I see true beauty in the words you said...
it hails from your humble heart and head:
I see amazing allure in love laced atmosphere...
the serenity I feel whenever you are here.
Some see true beauty in flirty fraternity;
they reach for roses with romantic rarity.
I am not just a beholder but also a believer,
I taste the truth to be truly free forever.
Some say that beauty is in the beholder's eyes
but true beauty can only be seen by the wise.
Some folks are melted by the sun at noon,
others fall for the ravishing glow of the moon.
Your beauty is like ABC my love:
You act, behave and care like a dove
Your aura makes me fly beyond the blue...
more than face and figure; timeless and true.
This is for you my beloved beauty;
a sweet sister in light, love and loyalty.
Today the sky seems a different shade of blue,
and the sun disperses an even more radiant ray of light.
All changed the day I found you -
you took the weight of the world off my shoulders.
Time turned the pages of my wary life,
and so I realized that I have never seen the Heavens this bright.
Bitterness clouded my perception of true beauty,
and now there is no more crying myself to sleep at night.
Now, as I lay my head down on my pillow,
something similar to a smile crosses my face.
I know now not a moment of sorrow
… except when you are apart from me
and as the stars shiver in the distance,
and the moon drapes its face down upon me -
I thank the Lord looking down from above,
for showing me True Beauty…
beauty
eyes behold
the soul reveals
where splendor lives
look
Into the eyes
and beneath
the skin
beauty
Fore the Palindrome contest.
Beauty and kindness, a breath taking view
of the finest the earth can give. Such a beautiful
sight yet true beauty can come from inside.
Kindness received from another, that warm human
touch. The embrace of being clutched.
Close your eyes feel the true beauty of the
human spirit. Lack of sight does not hide the gift of
insight. Seeing and feeling the beauty that truly lies
within.
True Beauty from within
When our God takes a life that is lowly
and one who has totally surrendered to his LORD,
there is no limit with what He can accomplish
with such a vessel only His love can afford.
Yes, gone are the pleasures of sin
for now in my life they have no room and no part,
leaving only a desire to be pure and consecrated for Him
and with His love flowing deep in my heart.
Only you now, my Jesus
all of You and please, Lord none of me,
for the price You paid I’m beginning to understand
when You died for me up on that tree.
For You could have chosen an easier road
and because of earth’s sin chose to depart,
but the love You have shown for Your creation that day, Lord
filled up Your holy heart.
So, You went through the pain of Your cross
and now help me to do the same,
my all for You I give You, LORD
and Your Word I must now proclaim.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
June 23, 1994
Natures calmness free
Mother delivers beauty
So ultimately
Her features are not eloquent or of
Something to brag. Thighs, hips, arms, face, stomach—
Fat. Makeup and lipstick, can’t do the trick.
She’s homely from her toes to all above,
Because what she offers isn’t good ‘nough .
Unlike a feather, she floats like a brick.
And like a sloth, her wits are not as quick.
Yet beauty, brains, and all the carnal stuff,
Do no justice to her disposition—
Courage, fervor, a spiritual giant.
Carrying no regard for thoughts of those
Around her, their comments only expose
Their own unseemly, woeful condition.
Morale has won, and she is triumphant.
Intro
It is said that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, there is only one I behold as the
one beautiful enough to see the true beauty within.
I
I wish that I could tell her how I feel
I wish that I could show her I'm for real
I'm going to give her all that she would need
Listen to my story and take heed
II
The sun may rise, the sun may set
The power of her beauty they will never get
Many have tried without any rest
To obtain the beauty that she possess
III
She has the smile of a baby
But the soul of a lady
She is in search of that perfect love
The only one that comes from above
IV
When I look into her eyes, I can see the pain
Wherever she looks, it just seems to rain
But through every situation she has stood tall
And kept herself from a great fall
V
Some may ask if she is real
Can one be this perfect without a seal?
To know the truth of what I've seen
Just look in the mirror to know what I mean
VI
We have held hands throughout the years
We have also shed many of tears
One thing that I am proud to see
You have become a beautiful woman to me
Back to the jungle once again
A long journey has come to an end
Over the clouds, through the hills
and down the river I have came
Everything is a little different
But somewhat the same
Here lie a people that used to be slaves
It was on this river they made their escape
Here they built houses of wood and stone
And created a place they could call their own
They make their living off the land
By the work of many strong hands
They have built this vibrant community
That my eyes have been privileged to see
By a glance all I may see is poverty
By a closer look, I now see true beauty
And not merely the endless scenery
or the luscious foliage and greenery
But in the people I have come to serve
And in turn who I have let serve me
In ways it feels, I truly don’t deserve
So listen closely, let me tell you a story
Mothers and daughters down by the water
Beating laundry with paddles, the sun grows hotter
I approach with my boots covered in junk
I place them in the water with a soft plunk
I attempt to remove the thick red clay
she takes them from me and washes away
She scrubs until there is no sign
of any speck of dirt or grime
Thank you very much is all I can say
I now ponder would I do the same?
If the situation were reversed
Do I really believe the first will be last
And the last will be first?
Can I honestly say that I would choose
to take the grimy, muddy, dirty shoes
of a foreigner I hardly even know?
Would I humble and bring myself low?
In all honesty I really don’t know
But therein lies the true beauty,
I now see
Amidst what appears by a glance,
to be poverty
So don’t merely judge by what you see,
but believe
that beyond the poverty,
there may be
A true beauty, yet to be seen
What is love?
A rhetorical question!
An art movie I want to watch without an intervention.
What is love?
An amusing venture!
If taken too seriously may turn into a dicey adventure.
What is love?
A companionship for lifelong!
An emotion so mighty and fiercely strong.
What is love?
A luxury not everyone can afford,
a beauty not everyone can behold.
Alas!
What is love?
Love is a journey not a destination,
love is a feeling you can't possess with lack of compassion.
Love is a cure to jealousy,
a power mightier than any prophecy.
Love is an emotion which can't be expressed with actions alone,
it is a fragrance stronger than any cologne.
Love is pure in all forms,
love is accepted in all norms.
Love is selfless,
love is never helpless.
Love is felt not seen,
love is reality not a movie on screen.
True love is unrefined,
love best is undefined.
Love is Love.
Then Wele Khakaba turned and spoke thus
True beauty is everlasting; temporary beauty is dust and is for a time
Thy judgment of beauty is an error
For thy yardsticks are looks, appearances, effects and proportions
Thy verdict of beauty is a mistake and booboo
For thy scale is shapeliness, loveliness of build and belle tournure
Thy conclusion is warped and misrepresented
For thy measure is physical charm, curvaceousness and sexiness
It is earthly delicateness, cuteness and earnestly cunningness
All earthly beauty is human makeups and cosmetics,
They are lip rouge, nail polish, greasepaint, clown white and mascara
True beauty is eternal
True beauty is what Wele Khakaba creates
I create for glory and for beauty that transcends
I do garnish the creation with preciousness
I create and do crown it with royalty
To show the peoples and the princes the essence of beauty
All my creations are fair to look on
Murumwa, one thing thou should have asked of me
That will thou seek after
That ye may dwell in the house of perfect elegance and delight
All the days of thy life
To behold the beauty of the Creator of creators
And to inquire in his sanctuary
It's not just for outward beauty to
Praise nor blame
Cause good or bad luck are both the same
Nobody can demand one nor prevent the other
So nobody should celebrate one nor curse the other
But rather work on the heart and the mind
Only then the true beauty one should find