Beauty Poets Poems

poet, you called me?
          oh no - that’s not I ...
     ...

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For Taylor Swift


Is that what we are?
Tortured Poets
It has a ring
of truth to it
We have a close
relationship to
our emotions,
understand that
life is suffering
as the Buddhists
would contemplate
Interesting...

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“My dance on life’s stage, is not to just to prance, 
 But to create beauty, to raise human consciousness, 
 For what good is...

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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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Dear God, make me a poet in the next life..
Make me a poet who loves the air,
Who loves the sea,
Who loves the trees the branches...

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That’s how some poets roll the the dice here, don’t you see?
I think it makes sense, if your life is all about me, me, me!

Old...

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In the quiet of my mind, words dance and twirl 
A fragile ballet of mere notions unfurled 
I sit and ponder, pen in place just...

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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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A hazy full moon sighs
As poets search
For her beauty
Lose it in
Syllabic paralysis
Stuttered
Alliteration
Conjures up images
Stolen
From magazine covers
A barn owl
Cherishes
Her shadows
Wolf eyes
Reflect her gaze
A silent lake
Swallows her
Apparition
As...

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This is a poem about the University city of Cambridge in the UK , although I have only been there a few times , I...

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I am also a prose poet, navigating the realms of expression unencumbered by the shackles of rhyme. In this vast expanse of literary freedom, I...

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In a world of modern verse, I stand,
An old-fashioned poet, rhymes in hand.
I savour the dance of words on a page,
Where rhythm and meter command...

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Dear dada
add an “ist”
to it all

I reject 
in the face 
of it all 

Aestheticism 

true beauty 
is found in the 
ugliness of it all

peaking out...

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