a rose
roses are beautiful, but scary when it began to decay
when it blossoms it can trick your eyes and bring your mind to seduction and for
this she draws you deep into her desire
her thorns is her spell and her Patel are her abandonment. the thorns of a rose is
her self conscious. who can hold a rose firm with all hands for only it's beauty is un
top and beneath her are thorns which can bleed the heart.
a rose will remain a rose and it thorns will always protect her from harm, but
beware of a her beauty and her charm(thorn). My first date I learned my fate watch
out for these thorns which bleed the heart.
Sometimes we set our hopes too high -
believe in love, when loves a lie
wish for dreams too far from reach
Ignore the lessons we try to preach
We jump right in-despite scars from the past
break one more time-knowing it won't be our last
we lose our identities one by one
as we strive to be what we never become
We're not given choices we're told who to be
Before they see character they see what they see
Were judged for our skin, here, appearance is gold
where the beauty in a face beats the beauty in a soul
Still we're expected to be better than that
believe "sticks n stones" n all that crap
Don't judge the cover-great standards by far
when it's those very vanities that define who we are
If only it mattered
what we learn rarely does
not how our clothes fit
but how our hearts love
Watching from a shadowed place,
You harbor no ill-will.
But when they see your golden eyes,
Like candles in a haunted place,
Watching, waiting, seeing the unseen.
They fear the unknown twitch of legs,
The unwilling tense of jaws.
You are too much like them.
But not enough; no, not enough for them to understand.
You fancy an escape from them,
And the cruelty they possess.
But they know the power behind your eyes,
Beneath your body of cracked alabaster.
And they see your beauty like a thing of fire.
A gorgeous, enticing, danger.
And there's something about it, beauty and alarm,
That turns men into monsters.
The same monsters that they fear.
But not like you, White Tiger.
You're the monster you were born.
Beauty
what is bEauty you may ask,
if you hAven’t opened your eyes;
if yoU are stuck in a place that’s unreal,
consumed by The greed and lies;
you may not know what beauty Is
iF you tend to be alone
because beaUty has a different meaning
When you can caLl it your own
masks-
they cover the faces of all the world's people.
only some choice to reveal, the beauty that lies deep within their souls.
no one ever asks another to take of their masks so the truth they never know.
we shall only know their masks and never their beautiful souls.
the beauty about them is not their smile, their beauty always masked.
we shall never see what they truely can be until they remove their mask.
Charm comes from within
Her loving, open heart
And she is such an important
Real and true
Member of our Soup Community
Always spreading joy
Inspiring our passions
Never losing sight of the power of friendship
Each of our lives is better because she is here
For our dear friend Charmaine. She has extended her hand in friendship to everyone here
and I want her to know how much she is loved. The beauty of her words is only superceded
by the beauty of her heart. How lucky we are to have such a lovely woman on Poetry Soup!
The perfect woman dotes her frame,
the border of her beauty true,
and prides her fragile clarity,
for filth can never filter through.
Though I myself am not allured
by women who are without tint,
and frankly I can neither love
nor give them any compliment.
Don't think me harsh, those who apply;
instead, entrust your ears to me.
The film you bear belittles you:
remove thy trite transparency!
Your pale visage has no appeal,
for inner beauty yields a shade,
and smears its hue upon the face:
a palette that you have betrayed.
I much prefer my glass unique,
with blurry views and colored cracks.
I much prefer uncertainty,
and that, madame, your mirror lacks.
Abscond my dear from judgment's light;
resurface when you can reflect
the loyal sheet you were endowed
and tinctures that the youths expect.
Adieu to you young carnal pane;
I much prefer my windows stained.
When cometh the sun upon the mornings dew
The birds will chirp in harmonious pure delight
As it raises and casts shadow then on the earth
We welcome the dawn so to let go of the night
The birds will chirp in harmonious pure delight
Serenading us as we share in a morning’s kiss
We welcome the dawn so to let go of the night
We recognize it well for its beauty and its bliss
Serenading us as we share in a morning’s kiss
We delight in the sounds that play for us two
We recognize it well for its beauty and its bliss
As we welcome each other as we so often do
We delight in the sounds that play for us two
While we take each other into a tight embrace
As we welcome each other as we so often do
I kiss you tenderly as I stare into your face
While we take each other into a tight embrace
The sun tilts its head, blushing from the view
I kiss you tenderly as I stare into your face
As the sun rises, I shall make love with you
The sun tilts its head, blushing from the view
As it raises and casts shadow then on the earth
As the sun rises, I shall make love with you
When cometh the sun upon the mornings dew
And the day broke like glass
A rain of slicing edges
Black string cords
Strangled like a necklace
And that beauty queen
Thought she had it all
And that beauty face
Never thought she'd fall
And the day faded like the past
Fading until there's no memory left
Red blood drops
Frozen like a secret kept
And that beauty queen
Thought she had it all
And that beauty face
Never though she'd fall
Well I guess that beauty queen
Was wrong
Cause now her beauty face
Is gone
Written October 5, 2003