Oh, to be beautiful...
The drop dead gorgeous type
the let me revel in the hype
that follows my cat walk stride kind
Oh, to be beautiful...
the beauty pageant kind
the stop in your tracks and stare
as I throw back my raven hair
my hips swaying here and there
the too good to be true kind
Oh, to be beautiful...
airport beauty section poster kind
the stare if you dare kind
the I'll steal your soul and make you crave kind
I want to be beautiful
I want to know what it's like
to be adored with delight
Oh, oh how I would revel
in that light
But..
I'm not beautiful
I guess I have my little share,
and I really shouldn't care
about how I look or what I wear
BEWARE!!!
My poetry can cast a spell
rosy word tinted illusions that make you see
a beautiful enchantress in me
Finally.... my wish come true
I'm infinitely beautiful
beautiful to you.
Eileen Manassian
So I’m always perplexed when I listen to Ani DiFranco singing “I’m not a pretty girl.” I never got that because I always thought she was a pretty girl. Maybe I’m quirky that way. I mean, maybe not drop dead gorgeous or super model but pretty nevertheless. And they always tell us that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I find a lot of models to be patently boring and uninspiring with their cliché looks and figures. Worse still, a lot of the supermodels are shallow and self absorbed. I know we’re not supposed to use the “B” word but a lot of them are just total brats.
You’re a pretty girl
at least to one beholder
I hope that’s enough
Let’s go on a shopping spree
Spending money we don’t have and enjoying a life that is not all ours but we own it without any legalities
Rushing through the aisles, I know your style
But I want more for you, because you deserve it all no lie
Let’s spend money and avoid the regular things
Let me buy you the sunset from the day I proposed so you can be warm and never cold
I’ll buy the moon so whenever it’s dark in your mind you can still see the light at the end of the tunnel
Let’s throw the bank at a mansion just for our dreams to relax in
We’ll stay at the beach house next to the mall
Swear for you I want it all…like everything is not enough
Shop until we drop because she is drop dead gorgeous
Put an Island in the shopping cart so we have some peace after an argument
So, calming we may never leave
Looking like a million all cash no cards please; you have enough credit with me
I have big dreams but haven’t woke up yet, so until I do, we will do some shopping at dollar tree
p.s. one day I will be able to afford these things
Trying to hold back but the tears won’t let me
Drop dead gorgeous
My queen is too deadly, in her white dress they can’t help but look
I just hope this is not Sodom and Gomorrah, stay woke not shook
I am honestly doing whatever I can not to ugly cry
But not even black superman could catch this rain and pull the sun from
behind the clouds of my eyes
Slow walking down the aisle, who gives this woman away to this man?
May I take your hand, looking oh so grand
Curves in high demand, got my heart saying damn
I’m your biggest fan, we are forever friends
Ring, ring on my finger, I’m glad you answered the phone
I’m not afraid to admit I thought I’d just be alone
Ring, ring on your finger, I’m glad I never hung up the phone
Feels like we are still talking on the phone, except we both fell asleep
I wonder if we ever cross paths in your dreams
Eyes closed but I saw her clear as a glass flower
Didn’t think it was possible to be more beautiful than that night
p.s. but today in that dress you got my feelings a mess…
By all means the stars in splendid time,
have exquisite planets with aspect of extra shine.
Born are the glorious children by natures elegant,
making angelic charisma very relevant.
Breathtaking charming allure,
dazzling bewitching amore.
Death on hold by appearance,
easy on the eye perseverance.
The cause to stop immediately,
natures reminder of love initially.
Absolutely drop dead gorgeous,
artistic elegant flawless.
Death by beauty in lure of beauties boredom,
when goodness faints before that stardom.
Sensuous fatal admiration,
tickles of laughter sensation.
The bucket list to promised attention,
stardoms garden in ideal captivation.
Splendid delight in commercial abuse,
until death us apart with no excuse.
It sucked the honey out of their breath,
Romeo and Juliet claimed that beauty in death.
The exquisite exaggeration in awe,
is the attention seeking straw.
While poisons beauty products still claim,
awesomeness has no shame.
Romantic
Valentino,
nicknamed
Latin Lover.
Red-blooded, silent
movie star.
Starstruck
women swooned.
Legend
collapses. . .
his death caused
mass hysteria.
drop dead gorgeous goodbye.
red
rose smooches grave.
2/8/2020
Not for contest
Edward Ibeh’s Yalto Form
Line 1 to 15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
His hair like carefully woven silk
Those eyes so blue
You can see into the soul
It tells many a story
His lips so soft and wholesome
His dress sense unquestionably stylish
The manners
The charm
The wit
Charisma in abundance
As I visually undress him
I wonder what’s under those trousers...
Happy Thanksgiving/
My stomach full of emcees they stuffing/
dressing
Dressed to kill if looks could kill I’m drop dead gorgeous/
Wings golden like the Cherubim on the ark of the Covenant/
I’m looking with Indiana Jones and Sherlock Holmes/
I skin rappers I’m trying to read their thoughts/
Then I turn them into Gems Crystal skulls/
Crystal Gems I’m in Stevens universe/
I’m light years ahead I’m leaving the universe/
You got a little buzz/ I’m on my way to the enemies fortress/
Few survived Halloween it’s still heads popping up inside pumpkins/
I don’t like actors I crashed the filming doing the movie production/
Tackled the director/ Now I’m in a jacuzzi bubbling/
Spiritual Warfare it’s been a long day let me loosen my buttons/
Now I’m in a suit I just infiltrated through the Government
flamingo boa
buzzard with a fashion knack
pink is the new black
January 10th 2018
Buzzards and Flamingos Poetry Contest
Anthony Slausin
And just what is this
The beauty that your wearing
All eyes on you cause you're so blessed
Darling you're drop dead gorgeous and caring
As I love you for your kind
You are ever so kind
Like candy so yummy and fine
Sweet and brisk liken a ruby red wine
I love I think let us drink
Drink up to the creator whose created us
6/01/18
If I had to do it over again I would do it differently
I wrote this for you because you cut me off before I could tell you how I feel
And even though I know you’re already gone I still ask myself every night is it too late
Because if there was a take two it would be us together not separation like me and you
Us and only us like nothing else exist
Two people in an all white room with love filling the atmosphere
I wouldn’t hesitate I would let my hands do the talking and my lips feel
Not missing one inch of this moment because this is it
One life one chance to change what’s ahead
Thoughts of you next to me in a blank world, you make my life free
I didn’t see it coming oblivious to it all
You told me when slowly dropping hints
But all I could do is stare
Ever since I first saw you my first thought was damn
Stunned by someone so beautiful drop dead gorgeous, think I am a ghost
p.s. now I’m thinking damn I wish I was still alive…
Her hip goes turbulent like an air plane
As she carries her heap on her hip
She swings it like a crèche swing
She bounces her two girls like a bouncing castle
The beauty that shone in her eyes made it difficult for ugliness to lay its siege.
This beauty was made in heaven
Her figure was configured and shaped into an hour glass
Her dazzling figure caused a stare like a movie premier in silver bird
Her elegance and beauty produces an expression of the parnassien art
She is drop dead gorgeous par excellence
Her admirers would lend their two cents to behold this beauty.
She leaves her footprint in the pigment of their imagination
Taxicab driver
Midnight rates apply;
Moonlight serenade
Tipsy bar crashers
Stepping out;
Cigarette break
Alcohol buffet
Free flow of beer;
Sorrows guzzled
Chit-chat combat
Happy hour banter;
Bartering progress
Too much stress
Nobody seems to know;
Things will be better
Complaints collide
Bar time gripes;
Bad bossy boss
Pain in the neck
Grumpy buffalo;
Home on the range
End of day
Work retreats;
Until tomorrow cheers
Profound exchange
Gin and tonic;
Alcoholic beverage
More and more
Of less and less;
Vodka and coke
Watering hole
Midnight Saturday;
Party till the last drop
Drop dead gorgeous
After six smoothies;
Tipsy compliance
Leon Enriquez
08 June 2014
Singapore
My mouth is closed shut like a zipper cemented onto a pair of light blue jeans.
You don’t have to worry,
Your secret’s safe with me.
I won’t open my lips.
I’ll leave my teeth unbrushed,
But please forgive me when I say I must eat.
My secret is safe with you,
But you don’t know how hard it was to tear out my heart and store it in a box for you.
I’m mad at myself.
I’m mad that I can’t tell you how I feel.
I’m mad at our lips for never touching.
I’m mad at my mouth for never saying those three words.
I’m mad at God,
Because he made me so sentimental and kind- that I don’t resemble your average guy.
I’m mad at you for being so drop dead gorgeous.
And I’m furious with my heart because it never beats rhythmically when you’re around.
My lips are shut,
Your secret is safe.
Our love
Is nonexistent.
I caressed the words
within my heart
Through the blood
running through the veins
With the butterflies you leave
Fluttering in air to you
Radiant beauty
Stars above
Your soul shines
Surely heaven
Through those beautiful eyes
The key to your soul
I all but caress your heart
Drop dead gorgeous
I call you
My hands on your knees
falling at your feet
A Beautiful soul
The dagger on my very life
deadly beautiful
to die in your arms
Drop dead gorgeous
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