Beauty Poetess Poems

    Oh gorgeous maiden, with pensive smile.
    You will write well, I can tell by your style.

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By Poet "The faces of pretty flowers will brighten anyone's day."

Under the bright blue sky
Pretty flowers are blooming to catch your eye
Lifting their many colors...

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"Ethereal Lanterns Poetry Contest"

Winter has gone to sleep,
fast asleep for another year.
Spring has opened it's eyes,
for a new season.
The cold of the winter,
has turned into...

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A poet is a musician 
The instrument he/she plays are words
The heart of a musician is the essence of song 
So when Lord Alfred Tennyson...

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I started out as a pretty rose bud,
the rains are coming maybe even a flood.
Then the bright sun will come out,
my pedals open up without...

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"Clouds
Are so gorgeous
Just as clouds--
They border the edge of heaven
In great, rolling, billowy puffs...
Or they float
In little trailing wisps
Across the sky...
Why do poets try
To liken...

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Slumber can wait, as twilight calls
Paper and pen quiet the rage
Transported down memories’ halls
Time’s passage, like print on a page

Through the flowing ink, words appear
Musings...

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Our differences 
Are like the pieces of a puzzle called life
Where the picture on the box
Shows all joys and all strife
Shapes fit just the same
The...

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I sit here with my pen in my hand, observing how words appear before me.  I’m in a state of bewilderment.  Where do...

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I am the coffee cup,  
holding the coffee which is God.  
He fills me with sweetness and warmth,  
so others can enjoy...

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"Bears sleep all winter. Spring is their wake up call." Quote By Poet   

All summer we have had fun,  
playing and running...

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Oh so found; here I am two centuries into this recipe; within ironic caldron
The finest ingredients have been bestowed; in every friend found beyond
Based this...

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Sitting at her bedroom desk late one night,
a woman looks out her window.
Night has fallen a glorious midnight blue,
and stars, like lofty glittering thoughts,
pulse for...

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Shelves filled with all kinds of books,
will take a plain wall and make it pretty,
this makes real beauty for you and I.


Maybe some hot rose...

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a poet’s pension is his pen--
the pen that siphons words from the world
in solitary luxury

he sometimes concedes his kinship with the world--
a world in which...

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