Short Complexions Poems
Short Complexions Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Complexions by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Complexions by length and keyword.
Face to face
recognise the mood
read the character
follow the eyes
that say it all
Sensitivity
of the once living
faces
hair styles complexions
apparent natural
&imperfect
conceived by another
from time immemorial
the fascination
remains
Categories:
complexions, art, humanity,
Form:
Ekphrasis
CYANOTYPE PHOTOGRAPHS
Ideas nascent
In shades of blue.
Blue is the fruit of knowledge tree.
Blue is the complexion of a noble lady:
Phantom both in image and flesh!
Cyanotype photographs are lying side
By side:
Curious eyes examining each shade
Of blue.
Blue of horizons, mighty mountains
And deep oceans! Blue of complexions
Blue of flowers!
Blue of trees!
Blue of moods, blue of music!
Beauty is blue.
Duality of blue
Is perplexing!
Categories:
complexions, appreciation, art, assonance, beautiful, beauty, blessing, joy,
Form:
Rhyme
Cold Winter raises its thumb
In gusty squalls, and snow drifts from
Winter sun strikes, sits and lingers
And delights in radiant fingers
Shining quietly in wintry complexions
A quiet wind tossing teasing reflections
Snow drifts and birds race playfully
Whilst' nature lifts with glee and gaiety
And the stars twinkle through the night sky
Silent moon shine in gleam'ng ul·tra·high
And angels dance in their moonlight journeys
As God draws nature in artistic flurries
Categories:
complexions, nature, winter,
Form:
Couplet
four generations of beautiful women
each one a reflection of her older version
their eyes are the same, their complexions similar
their smiles identical
each one proud, but not arrogant
four strong loving compassionate women
showing the world what motherhood looks like
except for the baby, but her turn is coming
a tribe of strong, passionate, joyful women
each one nurturing the next generation
expecting the best from her offspring
accepting nothing less than joy and love
Categories:
complexions, women,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Soon there’ll be nothing left
An empty space of memories blowing away in the wind
Going back to and fro
Come what may, you have to let me know
Deep inside I feel betrayed
A hurt that numbs me away
What is it I did wrong
Emotional transgressions that went beyond
We didn’t even really try
A lack of oxygen
Can we revive our brave soul
Now all too much out of our control
We died a slow death
Our complexions turned grey
The care we had bled dry
A love that money couldn’t buy
Categories:
complexions, for her,
Form:
Ballad
Closed in the jar of fantacy, Of my own utopian sphere, Where, In the hands of divinity all the complexions lie. The moral world with no misdeed. Here, domains don't get old, No fret and wonder what the future will hold. Life goes blissfully as butterfly, With every gleeful entities on earth. The sphere of eternal love and peace, same as beautiful ceaseless sky. Engrossed by the idol beauty of the sphere, I forgot about the real one. Suddenly, the jar of fantacy broke, As I realized and awoke
Categories:
complexions, beautiful,
Form:
Free verse