Beauty Hyperbole Poems

These Beauty Hyperbole poems are examples of Hyperbole poems about Beauty. These are the best examples of Hyperbole Beauty poems written by international poets.

Sartre was precise in his definition of hell
Excluded from humanity for just a case of birth
I’m punished for the others and why they’ll never tell
I’m

© Gregory Colodub  

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© James Peranteau  

As a spent sun sets,
ebony shadows
merge with silhouettes;
penciled in the rough
by a charcoal dusk.

A brazen breeze
makes me shudder;
I feel it's cool
breath on my face.

And as

© Emile Pinet  

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© James Peranteau  

(with nudity optional)




Not another effort from "The Left"s bleating masses, but the sparkily aristocracy of cerebral-celebritys; their binary-duality sweeping earth-wise. 

I don't object to the

© Robert Warlov  

Oh, that I could pluck the twinkling jewels from Night's ebony crown
selecting only the brightest diamond, ruby, and sapphire stars;
I'd string them into a necklace

© Emile Pinet  

In the morning,
I am not a poet.
This is no matter of opinion,
It is an undisputable fact, and don't I know it.

I am not a poet
In

© Lillie Townsend  

I had leaned on the bar of the balcony, when suddenly
My eyes and my mind have captured, from far away
A silhouette creeping down the steps

© Hebert Logerie  

(for Sally)
Sally, swarthy mare of a serene plain
Clad in habiliments of nubile grace
Whose name is the opium
That soothes the tremor of restive hearts.
Like the full

© Uchenna Egeonu  

Hurricane Haiku: 5 Movements

		The sea is angry;
		The winds echo her screaming—
		The hurricane comes…

		Torrential waves
		Carry furry to the shores:
		Fragility doomed…

		Island paradise,
		Poised and ready for combat;
		Nature’s sad

© Millard Lowe  

JUXTAPOSED AWARENESS

On and within the fullness 
of this beautiful sunshine day,
I peacefully sit here pondering 
the present chaos of the world.

How awe confusing…it all is–
outside,

© Millard Lowe  

If words inscribed by me can make him agonize, 
I'll let him feel. 
For I can't hurt him the way he does.
If he refuses to

© Plabi Pradhan  

(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

© Millard Lowe  

Every step she takes rocks her world. 
A butterfly is a dragon. 
Life is a beast that must be slain. 
It rips her heart apart

© Rose Kelly  

I can EXHALE

Not every day
Not every moment
BUT… 

I can EXHALE

The Corona virus still runs
RAMPANT
But the ORANGE plague
Has been removed
Has been dulled
Has been silenced

SILENCED (at least

© Caitlin Mahon