Beauty Station Poems | Examples
These Beauty Station poems are examples of Station poems about Beauty. These are the best examples of Station Beauty poems written by international poets.
Long ago, Mithila was left at this forsaken station,
As the train slipped away on the wrong track,
cutting all horizons.
There was no return
Mithila knew it, even then.
This waiting was only a silent, endless sigh.
In the dust-covered mirror of nostalgia,
Her past flickers, bright as gleaming,
Unreal in its stillness and beauty.
The present? A colourless traveller
That tells no stories, only passes by.
So much time has passed
As if a lifetime quietly devoured all she knew.
Mithila, lost in the unknown crowd, now nameless.
The rails no longer tune
The rhythm faded with the fog.
Time moved on, but never came back in harmony.
The train still whistles
But only for its own journey,
Not for Mithila.
There is no vacant seat for her now, no backwards glance.
Mithila is now just a name,
Drifting in the air of a grey and lonesome afternoon.
No one remembers her,
Only time leaves behind a fading trace.
And the future?
It is a nameless station of Waiting
Not new, just another destination of solitude.
Waiting inside the bus station
I see her there she is a BEAUTY
she is. The wind blows the door
To the station open. Her soft dark
Long Hair flutters she sees me. Her
Magenta lipstick colors Her full
Lips. "Hello." Caught. In the moment.
I wasn't sure which one
Of us spoke first. It was magical
Nonetheless I confess a BRILLIANT
DAY! This display my APPRECIATION
for LOVE aah! Love love love! My
Heart My heart stutters!
The earth is sleeping under the blanket of fog,
daylight gently awakens her from her stupor,
misty mountains melt in the magical morning,
as each step surprises us to what lays ahead,
The clouds float by, spreading their chillness in the air,
wispy breeze blows past sprinkling wintry cheer around,
atmospheric brume brushes away all boredom,
hovering haze heightens our heady adventure,
The climb uphill is as fuzzy as it can be,
vapours blur our vision and view of the valley,
beauty of the place is hid behind cloud curtains
with the biting weather assaulting our senses,
Walking through the clouds in an ethereal feel,
the presence of God is tangible than ever,
words cannot describe the artistry of that place,
some things must be experienced to be fathomed.
12.29.2020
I was a very young boy
When I discovered God's nature as truth.
All four seasons I enjoy.
Some people read Ruth,
Myself - not so much.
I will always see natures truth
While going to nature to enjoy such
Beauty in God's creation,
I will always love so much.
Nature in part is my salvation,
Beside a rippling brook to enjoy
My place in a natural station.
As an artist - I self employ.
As a poet - forever, I will enjoy.
From the west
soundlessly gatecrashing constellations,
as bright as the Magi's star
it graciously gave me a minute of it's time
and then was gone.
Oh, to see what you see with my own eyes,
blues and swirling white,
that gentle glow that splits the day from night,
twinkling clusters of man
seemingly at peace.
With each orbit
serenely as you go, you fear no intruders,
violence or greed,
witness no suffering, vice or need.
See no flashes, hear no scream of war
only see how good it looked before
it fell abused, beneath the hand of man-
it really must be heaven
in a can.
Vent-ill-Station
I like the brain but my mind
Isn't real, take it
So I wield change in the face
And I will make a disgrace of
What humans made us
Shaped into, its true
Take some, its good for you
Trace the steps
Dwell on life, the past, the present
Make well of the future
Meditation
Pre-devestation
Devestated, useless
But a body needs a host so give it up
Be the reducement
Added fusion to the blueness
Sitting to cool for the movement
Needed to move with conceited
Use of an E and a You
D and an A, DNA left for two
Weeks in shoe
Walked on, horsin' around though straight two cents with an eye
For an idea, great music
Not finding a grate to sit
Or an apple or a grape to sip
Butane fixed just to fight the fact that you are lighter than
A star lighter, man
Lost sight of wishin' I would crash bright and bad
~Tyler L Gillespie