Short Life Beauty Poems
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Volatile beauties,
our fleeting lives...
What absurd wonders,
our joyful sad fates...
eternal lives,
while they last... !
Today sun shined on green lush grass
The tuft reflects the fellow sun
Soft and fleshy
Scent of rose
Roams the air
Trees rough
Bush with thorns
Sky clear
i will find you in the shadow of words,
in the hidden signs of silent moments,
in the eloquence of your eyes,
in a tingling in the spine,
in a trembling in the voice,
in a distant memory
be there.....
Dear! Broken is the heart
if nature not adored
and if zip-splashed colors
upon tender Spring petals
does not soften the Soul!
And brevity like sudden
delight pleases reading
eyes!
:: 08-06-2018 ::
Green and red apples
flowers in a ruby vase
Hues shout in stillness
and sweetest blooms, richest red
capture the laziest eye.
Vibrant explosions
in the hushed art museum
where the colors dream
Life frozen in a moment
cause red hearts to beat faster!
sun, your brushstrokes
in golden honey cloak;
pencil, brush, chalk,
or charcoal all faux
cannot capture your talent.
colour, shadow, or life fluent
taken seriously,
stuck in still-life beauty,
but the present, sunny.
3/17/2020
You can measure your calories
not the pleasures of a full-filling meal
You can measure your steps
not the pleasures of a relaxing walk
You can measure your days of life
they say time is an illusion anyway
You can measure a lot of things
the beauty of life is often in un-measured
What is life but a brief and yearning flame
that seeks to be renewed by beauty's symmetry.
What is death but a portal, where the soul, like light,
repeats itself forever, more lovely than before...
a flower that multiplies like thunder into stars.
It's too cold for angels to fly up here,
It's too windy to raise a fire.
Explosion?
I don't know her.
And she doesn't care who or what she destroyed.
Life is just like a shard of frozen gold,
Coveted most when it cracks and ends.
Pardon me for being so bold,
But in the end even beauty here stinks.
Take a seed and watch it grow
Listen to the river flow
Feel the spirit in the wind
Listen to the birds sing
See the beauty of the rain
Dancing on your window pane
Watch the trees dance and sway
See God’s beauty in each day
Watch the clouds drift away
The beauty of sunset today
See the moon come out to play
Dancing shadows along its way
Feel the stillness of the night
As lovers hold each other tight
Life is deeper than what you want it to be.
Dreams are closer than you choose to see.
Laughs are more beautiful when shared.
Success would be more prevalent if you dared.
Patience will come more with time.
And Time,
Well, that is extremely divine.
You are incredible, independent, and strong.
Look all around; every place you belong.
You give shelter to those in need.
You love all; even that pesky weed.
You create shade for those in the sun.
You hold houses and let children have fun.
You are a symbol of earth, humankind, and tranquility.
You’re full of life, beauty and fertility.
You whistle in the wind, you dance in the rain.
You are amazing; down to your last grain!
"associate destiny"
~as broken dreams offer new life themes…
Beauty contemplates heaven’s gate.
~past conflicts offer new schemes…
as broken dreams offer new life themes.
~fact or foible awaits in dreams…
awaiting to shape the human fate.
~as broken dreams offer new life themes…
Beauty contemplates heaven’s gate.
For and In Honor of Nette Onclaud
And contest; “In The Afterglow”
by John Moses Freeman
Ever heard
The silence in the dew drops
Ever gave an ear to
The stretching blue
Tumbled down across a narrow tunnel
Laughed at your flaws
Ever gazed at the lonely sky
Winked back at a twinkling star
Spied shadows
Looked through the window
Hovered overhead
Felt butterflies in the stomach
Ever wondered at
Nature’s charm
Take a second or two
Sink into the flora around you
Savor your surroundings
Detach all your strings
Where is the magic?
We all start out knowing magic.
We are born with hurricanes
and whirlwinds, oceans
and galaxies inside us.
We are able to sing to birds
and read the clouds
and see the destiny
in grains of sand.
But we have forgotten the magic
and we feel without compass,
alone and desperately,
only selfishness, only pain,
fear and darkness.
But, magic of love has never
disappeared from the life,
the love hold the life.
The beauty of GOD goes far beyond
all that cannot be understood,
alike in love and faith; HE has withstood.
HIS beauty is no fary tale to find
written in a book, it is CHRIST;
far more than any look.
No words thier are to sound,
that could even begin to expound;
HIS beauty in man cannot be found.
No man could ever search and find,
even if we could define;
HIS beauty HE must bind.
One day upon us HIS beauty will shine,
and we will dine;
in HIS kingdom so fine.
THE PRICE OF BEAUTY
Beauty has its time
Sings its passing
Past its stings
But beauty doesn’t know
Until the weeping
Deerhound Bones of beauty
Whipping passed
That beauty’s fleeting
Wisps of stories
Called back into the clouds
Wisp purred songs of clouds
Wisps of stories
That fleeting beauty
Whipping past
Deerhound Bones of beauty
Blur the weeping
But beauty doesn’t know
Stings in passing
Passing sings
Beauty has its time
12-19-12 Victoria Anderson-Throop ©
Juja, Kenya