Beauty Soft Poems | Examples
These Beauty Soft poems are examples of Soft poems about Beauty. These are the best examples of Soft Beauty poems written by international poets.
When the night is soft and shadows sigh,
I gather pieces of who I've been,
Underneath a silver-breathing sky—
The broken heart, the fractured skin.
I’ve worn the weight of wordless ache,
A cloak of silence stitched by stars,
Still I rise, though pathways break,
Barefoot tracing memory’s scars.
The moon bends low with lantern light,
A silent guide for those who roam,
It whispers softly through the night:
You are not lost. You’re simply home.
Though darkness clings and sorrow hums,
A quiet bloom of hope appears,
It roots itself where heartbreak drums,
A fragile pulse beyond the tears.
I am not whole, yet still I move,
Each step a tender, whispered prayer,
A testament that I’ll improve—
That dawn awaits beyond despair.
The dawn, she paints with golden breath,
A canvas born from darkest hue,
Reminding me that even death
Can birth beginnings, fresh and new.
So softly now, I rise again,
With hands reborn from ash and dust,
A heart once marred begins to mend—
In morning’s light, in quiet trust.
I walked past the cherry trees today,
Their petals, falling every which way.
As if it were pink snow: soft, light, and rose.
Taking in the breeze before being cast down to the shadows.
I stopped and stared, simply standing alone,
The world around me seemed to turn to stone.
It was as if someone had hit pause there,
With blossoms dancing through the air.
It made me think of all we lose,
Of precious moments gone that we didn't choose.
Like friends who fade from memory, their smiles coming to an end,
Or when you fight and can't pretend.
But even though they don't last long,
The blossoms still feel brave and strong.
They bloom, they shine, they let things go,
But they also signal the start of a new tomorrow.
A time when cold subsides and warmth arrives,
A small window where the blossom thrives.
If only its beauty could stay,
But maybe it's simply meant to show the way.
When I first saw you, my heartbeat became lower
All of my stress started to leave my body as your eyes met mine
Your look and smile were a fresh breath of air from a blower
Your hair was the color of Raven which made you look fine
As you walked each aisle, I noticed your steps were wide and petite
You did not swing your hips in a wild manner that would drive me insane
As you walked each step, the angels and Iblis bowed down in defeat
Seeing true beauty in you has caused me to love you and not complain
May it be confusing, but love is a mystery that is only understood by Anunnaki
Eros has shot an arrow into our hearts that our minds are confused and not moving to bliss
Could it be that love is similar to the making of a Greek Souvlaki
Shiva looks at us as being perfect for one another; however, Yahweh will not make her a forever miss
Allah does not see as we see, as age is only a number
Even Odin, Eros, and Lord Shiva agree and see it as a number
Honeyed amethyst is the soft shade of twilight
as it smoothly melds with sunset's prismed hues
Moonlight glints with the glow of a lustrous pearl
Stars gleam as multifaceted as crosscut diamonds
Celestial beauty reigns in the bejeweled night sky
Soft, white petals
By Michelle Morris
30/05/2024
Soft, white petals
Flowery showing
Beautiful countenance
Always glowing
Bringing angelic moments near
Bringing nature's bounty to bear
Reminding us of all the good
Blessings to the neighbourhood
Soft, white petals
Love and Light
Nature's magic
Strength and Life
© Michelle Morris, 2024
Let me expire in your sweet arms tonight
Let me give you my love, my last breath
Revive me, love me, and kiss me. Until death
We had promised to be together, that's right.
In your arms, I'm at ease and quite comfortable
There I feel being in heaven. I have tears in my eyes
Because we are in love. You understand my cries
My pains, my worries. You help me feel very stable.
Darling, you make me who I am. You put me to sleep
You rock me from time to time, like a lonely hammock
On a windy Sunday afternoon. Listen to the deep beep
Of my heart. Keep on soothing and caressing my back.
Read it again. Let me snore in your soft arms tonight
Let's keep our promise to be together until our last breath
Dream with me, rock me and love me as I love you until death
The birds are chirping. Get up, love; so we can redo it every night.
Copyright © December 2017, Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
Light
Reflects
Peace and grace
Gentle beauty
Piercing hearts, silence
Glistening soft
Sweet soothing
Sparkling
Shafts
early shadows
gray skies through window
silence eases my mind
filled with
visions and dreams
revelations of
bare limbs painted
in dark colors
with
fine strokes
and broad strokes
a sparrow calls
from where
I don’t know
I breathe
old lives
shed like skin
but remembered
feelings stir
before words
lines whisper
and find form
on a blank page
a glow through the window
enlightens another day
January 19, 2023
tears of heaven gently fall
caressing my soul
sizzling fire wards off the chill
too lazy to rise and shine
sun hides behind dingy clouds
dripping leaves flutter
steady showers soak
moist cheeks of earth ask for more
ribbit ribbit rap delight
7.5.7 7.7.5 5.7.7
12th December 2022
For Charles Messina's "Triple New Charlieku" contest
splat
all over you
sweet tender
love
turned to stone
pretty angel
you wanted
my ugly truth
my hard history--
--the long bent road
to
what I
pine
yearn
ache
waste away
for
hope it doesn't
crush you
there's a
prince in the beast
and a beast in
the prince
who still believes
fairy tales come true
that a good girl
could be his
even after
especially after
you
take him to dizzying
death defying
rapturous
heights from which
he hurtles
free falling
down, down, down
diving deep
into your
soft
burning heart
then
smack
smitten
splattered
like wily coyote?
pursuing my roadrunner
over a cliff
I leap
with my trusty dusty
rocket pack
does it fire?
--or do I pancake
pick myself up
off the ground
a little damaged
probably
but pretty much
indestructible
I bounce back
into shape
again
and give chase
to a beauty
or maybe
just maybe
"this" ignites
and I
catch you
What we would give to hear the sound
of rain on the roof or window pane.
to a desert-dweller, magic found
even in thunder's narcissistic vein.
Look! A cloud turns purple and dark,
as others form, disguising blue sky.
encompassing storm's angry mark
that gentle raindrops will soon belie.
Iridescent drops soft as silken skin.
Slowly mesmerized, we softly slide
'neath feathered comfort to our chin.
Peaceful sailing on Nature's tide.
Is there a sound as soothing to hear?
First very soft, then pounding fast.
Gently they blow a kiss to our ear,
and notes soften as dreams are cast.
November 9, 2022
For Sotto Poet's "Inspiring Rainy Day" contest
folds of night falling
peony petals, orange
soft ocean breezes
blue parrot feathers
magenta mists of morning
butterfly wings, red
soft sway of willows
cherry blossom cascade, pink
fragrant silk tree blooms
I've pondered this since I was a child
What makes the grass so green
I know there's a logical explanation
Sure seems like some magical scheme
To explain why oceans are a deep indigo
Or the cerulean blue sky up above
The rising sun is a bright yellow ball
Why red is the colour of love
Pink is associated with a baby's skin
As we cuddle and snuggle and coo
Mauve is usually the colour of sadness
When life throws a curve at you
The colour of nature is a wonder to behold
Artists try to capture its magic
What if the world was just shades of grey
Sure would be sad and quite tragic
So pray when you wake up each morning
Nature's colours will still be the same
It's what makes this world a joy to behold
And its beauty continues to reign
Wind peacefully soft
Begins to steadily waft;
Life is colorful,
The Next Man wonderful.
Security is stable,
Killers uncomfortable;
Their aforethought readable,
Every move predictable.
Where there could’ve been riot,
The clamorous are quiet;
No more of The Abusive,
Less of the Laughter Derisive.
Evil is no more presentable
Nor vice understandable;
Nature keeps image rebranding
At corners Angels standing!
Light winds danced with tall trees.
Bare branches swayed in a slow harmony as
roots spread during an opus of a crispy moon.
Frosted leaves lay in gathering heaps;
victims of the equinox and winter’s dearth.
I communed with fairies upon a branch;
never argue with them while the lunar orb is high
lest you become lost on a path to nowhere.
I sang a hymn to the winter queen; hastily
a snowflake gently kissed my cheek.
Twas cool but savory, like first passions on lovers lane.
Her breath seemed real and tasted sweet in darkness.
The full moon was hanging like a slice of fresh lemon.
An epiphany created in the mind of Van Gogh.
Some, wrapped in dark cloaks, prayed to their goddess.
Peace finally returned to a cool, bewildered forest.
I simply sat quietly in a soft silky breeze.