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A heart filled with divinity's beauty the whole world beautifies!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
28 March 2018
Exquisite flower
Beautifies with dainty grace
The place when you stand
From weddings to funerals
Representing transitions
3-6-2016
Many don't sight it.
many others
don't feel...
But life beautifies itself
every day with a lot of grace,
and freely... !
Ah! Apples thereof countless twinkling eyes;
Such loving oftimes proves plentifully.
Beyond eyes beats Love's home which beautifies;
There True-Love's seeds oftimes proves fruitfully.
Liberty Stands…
remembers
enhances
beautifies
unifies the rumors.
Original poem: “My Yesterdays, Todays, Tomorrows”
November 30, 2020
Submitted to: Liberum Divisa 3 Poetry Contest
She is an ethereal flower,
a tender flesh bone plant...
She a sketchy star
in the dust of dreams,
a love engine
that beautifies life...
By her essence,
for her, I extend my hugs,
blind my doubts
of not being alive...!
The courage always beautifies,
The enchanted, hued hills.
The sound of the violin is
like the colorful spring unremittingly.
The enchanting ,fiery forest
shines
like the green sea.
Lifeful ,green pebble
dancing in the windy moonlight.
scampering squirrels
forage for little acorns
swallows all fly south
wizened leaves falling
pirouetting down to earth
log burner blazes
carpet of dead leaves
beautifies the forest floor
biting winds and rain
If streets had beats,
Ours would be steady,
Diversity beautifies Mt. Airy,
The veins of life are blue and bright;
Here,
Nature revives our lives,
The grace of spring arrives,
I hear the children at play,
Today is pleasant,
Today is positive,
I feel so alive.
The price awaits
It leads to the dream
But the journey to the price is torture.
For now, I can only hope.
Hope beautifies the dream
And shapes me to be better.
The fight is internal,
But the price will be paid.
Because the dream is my crush
BY BOATEMAH EUNICE
I blot.
My fluid paints your shadow.
My trace marks your story.
My color beautifies your page.
My life shares your poetry.
I want you to love me.
I need you to care me.
I like you to keep me.
I have to remind you.
I am not just a blotted ink.
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Wherever life breathes,
love beautifies everything
He has created!
Waterfalls nourish
what's lies underneath as ponds
hold their fresh water!
It's a Paradise
we have lost since their first sin...
let us take it back!
God needs our presence,
to walk with Him and obey...
we can be holy!
Joyful
The time of spring
The season comes widely
Beautifies all through the nature
Seen-unseen everything is beautiful
Peaceful love acutely lives fair
Glowing buds, green lively
Dressed everything
Joyful
- January 22, 2023
Pen a Rictameter, Hopes of springs return Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: M. L. Kiser
She is the virus that makes my blood boils
a shadow that races my path every were i go
the sweet burning desire that stirs my emotions
a venom that controls my veins.
she never bits my conscience
a spirit that keeps my soul alive
she is my pleasure,
the ring that beautifies my hands
a soothsayer who direct my future
the venom of my love.
winged ballerina
delicate arthropod flight
orange wings has eyes
flight signals low height
bioluminescence bright
nature fly lights night
feather wings rapid
aeronautical mini
hovering fowl fuels
bird pure white
state of eloquence defined
beautifies pond
fowl soars then dive
pink on white emblems seen
long neck bird catch fish
What does a woman want?
a beautiful skin? No
Beauty queen to be seen? No!
This is what I think
Every woman beautifying
competes with naked nature
to become its princess
this too could be wrong
This is what I think
a very beautified woman
points towards a deficiency
a malnourishment of love
This is what I think
if she beautifies the hair
and paints body with cream
hidden advertisements they are
Wonderful trees and flowers
Which attract many people
The beautiful scenery
Makes people feel good
And comfortable.
Beautiful fall colors
Wish our trees would turn
Colorful, with red, gold orange
What a treat for the eyes
And the senses.
Autumn is God’s greatest time to be an artist
So beautiful that they don’t look real
God's wonderful creation, He beautifies
The flowers of the fields
It's wonderful of life, a true gold in life.
The splinters of our marrow comes,
Shivering thunder for a lengthy spray-
Warmth beautifies our essence;
Glittering ray sends goose down spines!
She comes, nostalgia drums
The lily-borne sepulchre; its beauty I ponder
Goozy feelings; my road alone
This journey be tiresome
For I be so glad to take it
Come forth hither, the beauty of our land!
Hollow tremble, belly grumble
For its angels are generous in vision,
A journey, I delight thee.
a feeble attempt at flying a kite,
i do not care i forget my troubles
the world is arsenic
the environment is sulfuric
intentions are mostly criminal
yet and still the wind is right and the kite beautifies the ambiance
the sky itself smiles at the breathtaking vision of grandeur
the embodiment of my body becomes calm and still
all that weighs me down dissolves and the wholeness of me becomes lighter
it is all due to my feeble attempt at flying a kite
I seek
this you
in my the words of heart,
in the rhythm of nerve,
in the loving journey of dream
this you have come at this dawn
where chrysanthemum fence
greets the rising Sun
this you have come at this noon
by the river bank
where I drink the wine of loving roses
this you come at this twilight
where starry moonlit
beautifies around me
And I'm seeking me
where you are me
and I'm you
in one loving light
-February 04,2020 Chattogram
A bit of snow is just enough
To make the traffic slow
And add some time to get to
Where it is you want to go.
A bit of snow can coat the path
And maybe make you slip,
So walking gingerly prevents
A broken leg or hip.
A bit of snow can form a pile
You need to shovel out,
But it’s to be expected;
That’s what winter’s all about.
A bit of snow, though, dusts the trees
And beautifies the scene.
If you live in a place with snow,
You know just what I mean.
The splinters of our marrow has come,
Shivering thunder of a lengthy spray,
Warmth beautifies our essence,
The glittering ray sends goose, our spines
Whenever she comes, nostalgia drums
The lily borne sepulchre ; it's beauty I ponder
The goozy feelings ; my road alone
This journey, tiresome,
I be glad to walk it home
Come forth hither, d beauty of our land
The hollow tremble, my belly grumble
For its angels are generous in vision.
A journey, I delight thee.