Short Beholder Poems
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'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder'
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Clouds roaming the sky
With the sun shining up high
While nature gazes
At the heavens endless time
Of its natural beauty
behold, narcissistic self-beholder,
your self-made self perfection,
cracked mirror's reflection !
If it jump starts me
If it shoots deep in my soul
That is great music
Or if it cries out
Or laughs and pierces my soul
That is a poem
cockscomb frozen
entombed
a still art
enframed
..what we see
is what it will be
for me
or thee
eye of beholder
gets optical illusion of
moon and water's dance
Tribute To Beauty
Also Entry For
Raul Moreno's
Reflections Contest
Gl All
As he rested upon my delicate but strong shoulder.
I realized beauty is truly in eyes of the beholder.
I also realized for him I am willing to be bolder.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
a wise man once said.
Alas, the beholder of beauty is dead, gone away.
The internet killed him and left him to decay.
I didnt know I was beautiful,
You told me yet was doubtful,
Was on cloud nine however,
But came across the truth later,
That, " Beauty lies in the eyes of beholder!"
Form:
You might realize this when you are older
That Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder
I know you are confident and bolder
But put all your worries on my shoulder
nature's lace up for the taking
a sunray glorifying leaf, stick, pebble and cloud
in my eye each precious jewels
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Posted on September 8, 2022
Today I’m grateful for the wisdom that comes with age…
with understanding each day as I grow a little older…
perfection…
like love…
like beauty…
is in the eye of the beholder.
NELLA’S BLESSING
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder…
what a wonderful world this would be…
if everyone was blessed to behold beauty
in everything and everyone they see.
A delightful night
for a snow ride
across the bountiful countryside make a wish
at each glittering snowflake
in the eyes of the beholder
they are diamonds
flowing from heaven
Doggedly pursuing all races, all creeds
hoping to please every last one
The hollow chamber on top of his neck and his shoulders
~ a blank check in the eye of each beholder
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
That's what they always told her
But the prince is yet to behold her
So she began to loathe her
Life to her is over
No one can console her.
BEAUTY DOES NOT LIE IN THE EYES OF THE BEHOLDER BUT IN THE HEART AND INNER FEELING! version 2014...If u agree then fair enough and if u don't then work it out, you need to explore your inner feelings
Heard it said, “beauty's in the eye of the beholder”
My eyes see much beauty, sometimes lose composure
Get all wiggly
It's a conspiracy
To trap us guys, it easily causes overexposure
Heard it said, “beauty is in the eye of the beholder”
My eyes see much beauty, start to lose my composure
Go all wiggly
It's a conspiracy
To trap us guys, it easily can cause overexposure
Seemingly this life is twisted and vacant.
Deserted and barren. Filled with sorrow.
Death, fright, and emotionless faces.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
This is my beauty, I am its beholder
Form:
Lovely baby blues
Your eyes on our wedding day
Years melt and are gone
Age changes outward beauty
Memory keeps the moment
"A Memory Of Beauty" Contest
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Lunatics are people too, although off their bolder
Well what's normal, isn't it in the eye of the beholder
Lunacy can be fun
If not to be overdone
I'm a prime example, could be the titleholder
Lunatics are people too, although off their bolder
Well what's normal anyway, isn't it in the eye of the beholder
Lunacy can be fun
If not too overdone
I'm a prime example, could be the world titleholder
Gorgeous is in the eye of the beholder
I find it in those we call ‘she’
Ruddy, brown, black, pinkish white (where it’s colder)
Large, petite, buxom or wee
She’s beautiful; intrinsically
There is beauty
to dirt and blood
to broken
fingernails
and loneliness
to a wheelbarrow in
rain
and ripe, purple
plums
to the hazy scent of
a life less lived
by a surrendered
book
and a left over
glove.
© Gry W Christensen