Beauty Woman Poems | Examples
These Beauty Woman poems are examples of Woman poems about Beauty. These are the best examples of Woman Beauty poems written by international poets.
Herein lay the words,
That geyser burst in:
She’s a happening tapestry,
Well-versed in,
Person; As an aurum recipe,
And fly like a dart: trajectory;
Heaven, I declare exactly,
Her sexy lexicon: olfactory –
what else could happen? It is freezing outside
but look at the snow crystals grandma says
Someone yells for her to put the curtain down
They claim the cold air is getting in
I wander outside
wanting to get next to the beauty of winter
snow lightning makes my day!
lone parasol stroll
leaves and lady dressed in red—
grayed man misses youth
I asked my wife, what is the purpose of the married life,
She answered philosophically, "The goal is to turn Mr. Wrong into Mr. Right".
I asked my wife, why you need so many dresses,
You only wear them once and hang them in antiquity,
It is not the dress, but what goes in the dress, defines the beauty,
Her answer, "As a man, you would not understand".
I wondered why it takes you so long to get dressed for a party,
If you had only a few dresses, you would not be so confused,
Why get color coordinated, men can spot the beauty even in rags,
She replied, "As a man, you would not understand".
When I ask my wife a question, I often wonder,
Should I ask in a positive or a negative sense,
I am afraid the answer will be opposite of what I say,
As a man, I agree, I do not undestand.
Her eyes shone in the evening light
Capturing the magic of the setting sun
And releasing their own beauty
No, she cannot hide it
Nor would she ever want to
The power of the heavens and beauty of her heart
They combine to create a woman never seen before
One of unlimited grace and beauty
As well as the strongest spirit of any before her
The world should feel lucky that she chose
This time in this space of this reality
A time we needed someone just like her
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When winter comes it’s very cold
You’re always near for me to hold
In the summer when it’s hot
Your iced sweet tea sure hits the spot
Then fall arrives with blowing leaves
Hand in hand walking in the breeze
Spring brings beauty and hope in life
Just like you my soulmate and wife
If beauty is but skin deep,
I prevailed upon her to construe,
'Does it lie in the eye of the beholder
or, of the two which one is true?'
For we can't judge the book
by the cover, with but one look,
as what's inside truly counts
far much more than that.
And tho' to me she bemoaned,
'I am big-boned'
I've yet to see a skeleton which looks fat.
I don't know who is she
Where she come from
Or what she does for a living
But how beautiful she is
When i look at her and
I know nothing else
But the mere evidence
She is every woman,
Bringing love to her man,
She shares erotica,
Ever so wundebar,
She is wife to all men,
Loving chick in his zen,
She can birth, she can bleed,
Cook, nurse, love indeed,
She has the ear of God,
Ere power walk over sod,
She is every woman,
Hope you wave that fan!
She walks, and the world forgets to breathe,
Each step a stanza, soft beneath.
The wind rewrites its course to trace
The rhythm rising from her grace.
Eyes that flicker like candlelight,
Words unsaid, but burning bright.
A sway, a turn, the air responds—
As if she's dancing with the dawns.
Not penned in ink, nor caught in rhyme,
But fluent in the pulse of time.
Every heartbeat, every sigh,
A verse that floats, then flutters by.
She doesn’t speak—she simply moves,
And in her silence, rhythm proves
That poetry is not just heard—
It’s seen, it’s felt, in every wordless word.
So watch her once, and you will see
The soul's own choreography—
Where grace and fire find devotion…
A living poem. Poetry in motion.
Born with beauty all over her face
Trim to fit leather and lace
Always attractive with her new looks
Catching her prey with her sexy sharp hooks
Green was the color she held in her purse
Men in suits would burden her curse
Whatever she wanted she got with her sass
And what helped her to get things was her shapely round ass
But all in due time her world came and crashed
Her house and her riches got mangled and mashed
Her ex came out swinging with the law in his hand
The lawman he was made sure she got canned
Thrown behind bars by the lies from his mouth
A Redneck Hill Billie raised in the south
That face of beauty turned fragile and frail
When she finally got out of that filthy slum jail
Battered and broken is now her new look
All from the badge of that Hill Billie crook
One Amazing Woman
She walks with grace through storm and flame,
A heart of strength, too wild to tame.
With eyes that see through walls and lies,
And kindness deep as midnight skies.
She lifts the weight no one can bear,
And hides her pain with utmost care.
Yet in her laugh, the sun breaks through—
A warmth the coldest days pursue.
Her voice can soothe, her hands can heal,
She loves with fire, bold and real.
No crown she wears, no throne she needs,
She rules through quiet, fearless deeds.
She dreams, she dares, she stands her ground,
Where others fall, she’s glory-bound.
A soul that dances, fierce and free—
She is the woman I strive to be.
One life, one light, one blazing flame—
Forever proud to speak her name.
Jack’s wife is tired of swimming
She sits inside their camper in her teddy
Nursing a Bud light in a brown bottle
Wondering when he will return from his fishing
A neighbor friend of her husband stops by
Noting how gorgeous her legs are
He is embarrassed to see this kind of beauty
He looks away quickly
She is a casual beauty
Unaware of the effect she has had on him
He runs home to his wife
Glad he saw something this lovely today
Our excited Easter Bunny was a woman this year
She popped in and threw eggs around, full of cheer
She has quite a fluffy tail, my daddy said
Mommy gave him a look that nearly struck him dead
The eggs she left were decorated in glitter with touches of gold
Some were vintage in green art deco, others just looked old
We ate the ears and heads off our chocolate bunnies right away
This will be a great day! I heard my grandma say
She was heading to the kitchen to fix us potatoes and ham.
No one can cook better than our favorite cook, Grandma Gram.
Mommy followed her in, probably to learn her secret recipe.
I already knew it, for she had shared it with me.
Daddy said “isn’t it time for church?” I ran up those stairs
For my new Easter frock was gorgeous; I put on airs
You are a beauty, Grandma said. What a gorgeous dress!
At the church we said a prayer for Daddy, for he is a mess.
He’s a good mess, Grandma said. Afterall, he is her son.
And he is my hero, my Daddy, and a lot of fun.
He would have a difficult time sitting silently here.
Church is not for my chatty loud Daddy dear.
You are a spring of living water
That quench the thirst of man's suffering
You are the source of inexhaustible energy
Source of joy, optimism, beauty and light
For your man and for the entire family
Know that you are beautiful, soft and gentle
You create a sense of fulfillment to a man
You are like fireplace that needs fire
An expensive commodity among the world of energy
No amount of money that can buy you
Ergo, you are the most valuable fire of a man.