Short Eye Of The Beholder Poems
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'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder'
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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
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
(“Eye of the Beholder” detail, 2020, original encaustic)
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
But then again, so is everything else.
(11/19/25)
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.
Dandelions bountiful spot the lawns
Adding unwanted colour where it’s not welcome
Persnickety eye of the beholder
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
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.
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.
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:
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
The apple of my eye
fell far from the tree
different spectrum to me
My minds a prison
his pure prism
Array of colours
he sees with precision
He's got the
Eye of the beholder
i see beauty growing bolder
and i love him
The eye of the beholder is in the power of his mind.
The loyalty within his heart is the hardest thing to find.
The truth and passion in his blood that makes his veins burn blue,
Are all the riddles in his head that proves himself to you.
Form:
Today’s blessing goes out to anyone
who has ever been made to feel
they are different….
ugly,
unattractive or bizarre.
May you be blessed to remember:
beauty is in the eye of the beholder…
so look in the mirror and BEHOLD
just how beautiful you are.
May we be blessed to understand how Christmas
will always be magical in the eye of the beholder….
even when the eye of the beholder
grows a little older
Even when we’re a little wiser…
a little better informed
as to where the magic comes from
and as to how it is performed.
She looks into the mirror and turns away. I can't stand looking at myself, my
beauty has gone away. No it hasn't the mirror image says. Look again at yourself,
You are as beautiful as a warm summer day. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
You only get lovelier as you get older.
I may not be beautiful,
But I have my beauty –
If you can see.
I may not be the brightest,
But I have my wisdom –
This you should, see
I can love unconditionally,
I can be compassionate,
I am good at heart.
But still, if none of this is in your sight,
Then you’re not the one for me
Form:
Beauty is in the
Eye of the beholder, they say.
Another being might not
Undo my reluctance.
The hours pass by with no recourse,
Yet you stay, and
I’m relieved.
Seeing your truth before me,
My pleasure is yours to command.
In curves and sweeps, you take me
Near to Heaven -
Enamored, I am.
If you married the most beautiful woman in the world,
and she turns out to be a major pain in the butt,
that once beautiful woman will appear ugly to you,
many more times than not.
Beauty is not necessarily so much in the eye of the beholder.
What many consider beautiful, has been imposed upon them by their culture.