Beauty Metaphor Poems

  
if I could describe your soul it would be 
clear mirror shattering forevermore 
where pieces are jigsaw puzzles 
not fitting, falling under oak...

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BONDED STIFF

Our love knows no swiftness;
It's tied and bowed in stiffness:-

Oh, our love is no played game; 
Rather, it's an everlasting bond attained:-

May our love...

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Monotheism's greyscale God
is a monochromatic antithesis
of polytheism's gay
full-color
Gaian Hypothesis.

A radiant monotheistic SunGod 
is the 1 numerator antithesis
of a polytheistic 
non-0 denominator's
rain-bowed Gaian Hypothesis.

Orthodox yang monotheism
is...

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The Sun is pretty–Yes ,we know,
It makes the sky and flowers glow.
But look too long, and you will find,
It's beauty scars. It's strikes you blind....

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Inspired by the 2024 U.S. "Cosmic Cliffs" stamp (Scott #5828), featuring a James Webb Space Telescope image of the Carina Nebula.

Dune d
   ...

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In The Cistern Of Poetic Grace

Here
in 
the
cocoon 
of cosmic
mind,
words
metamorphose 
butterfly 
memories,
soaring 
in the winds
of mystic 
thoughts,
filling 
sails
of contemplating
ships,
on their 
chartered
courses
to
waiting
shores,
where
caterpillar
focus,
bask 
in 
sunshine:
imaging 
reflective 
beauty,
of harmonizing...

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She wore nothing but herself;
Her crown was flowing radiant black;
Electrifying was her mind sweet as roses;
And she hears with ears of velvet clovers;
And she sees...

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Ole’ to the bland bated solid baby blue-hued sky viewed
Left handed white arrows stacked pyramid left side two points up north? looks cool,
Forever almonds eyes...

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Beautifully she stood,
shadowing the pretty grass:
a sweet poised mushroom:-...

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Your smiles frozen over,
and you stand tall above the water
like an iceberg, so tall and elegant
in your presentation.

But surface-level trickery
can’t fool or satiate
my scuba diver
curiosity.

I...

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We dont have to use our voice to scream
Because a voice isn't just words
It's art, it's our presence, it's how we exist
It's being unapologetically black

Our...

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In The Waiting Womb Thereof
(Apropos Of Poetic Onement)

Thanks for being here with me
in the waiting time of the birthing 
flow from the poetic womb thereof:

We...

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CELESTIALLY GRACED LOVE  

The day has its sun,
And the night, its moon:-

I am blessed to have you,
Each bright day and night:-

Your presence is as...

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nothing seems to last
flowers weep faded petals
a faint scent lingers
once blooming in bright color
my poems have lost their appeal

emotions wither
wilted words whirl in the wind
bereft...

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She smiled in rooms that cracked her spine,
where beauty bruised and grace meant lie.
They called her calm, not knowing this–
each breath she took was clenched...

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