Beauty Women Poems | Examples
These Beauty Women poems are examples of Women poems about Beauty. These are the best examples of Women Beauty poems written by international poets.
Lady Diamond rose as each new day dawns
In her gentle hands her household yawns
A model once in the camera’s light
Now clothed in the light of Jesus Christ
She served her husband, taught each child
With patient, grace and spirit mild
Two sons, two daughters, hearts held near
Her labor deep, her teaching clear
By day she gave till strength was thin
By night the moon would tuck her in
The birds sang praise when morning came
And heaven blessed her quiet name
God be praised for women who stand
With Proverbs’ 31 wisdom in their hand
All women, God’s beautiful bouquet
With Lady Diamond showing the way
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exspecially yet
springtime
summertime
shnap
*shnap; thuh sound uv edvard'z neck
when hiz hand caught en cook'ie
jar ')> whut
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they both
purty
tap'd (i mean tap)
(did two)
(too)
Dark is the night
with shadows and bleached bones
of leafless trees
Limbs frozen in time
A sculpted beauty
shroud below her thighs
Dark is the night
and so many trees
buried near the corpse flowers
Has he ever watched them bloom
or were his eyes transfixed on the shovel
Dark is the night
yet the moon shows its phases
always a sentinel of fate
never able to help the inculpable
as the black clouds devour
Dark is the night
There's no stoping the feline sound
When El Guapo's around
He's the Joe George of Cedar Grove
The women flock in droves
To see their future
To see way cool junior
Mujer te vuelve de ojos grandes
De hermosos ojos azules
Even have a taco with El Guapo
Or a little love under the poncho
El Guapo is Kimosabe
To all the girls of Merle and Willie
There's no mistaking this heart breaker
The clay image of his Maker
My visage of her
Emancipated beautiful
I enter into her beauty
From across the room I stare
My nose erected I smell
Smell her essence was flaming
Desire, my heart vibrate warm is fire
Amidst it's my duty, to enter into her beauty
She is potion, silken
And more desired than shea lotion
God And her mother second that emotion
As I enter into her beauty
11/16/25
Written by James Edward Lee Sr
our mouths open wide the minute we hit the beauty shop chair
Does not matter why or how we want the cut of our hair
We are here to gossip, tell stories, have an audience of one
If a beautician wants to talk herself, she takes away our fun
We try not to get the male clinician, for he likes to talk about himself
Not him, I whisper to the receptionist as he reaches high upon a shelf.
Most of us avoid him like the clap, for we are here to be listened too.
It is a perk of course to leave with a lovely hairdo and shampoo.
Just an ordinary girl
Eyes a deep brown with hues of gold.
Hair dark and bold as freshly brewed coffee.
Skin a medium beige, that soaks up the sun rays like water.
A smile, warm and welcoming
Lips heart-shaped with a natural rosy tint, and a Cupid's bow lingering right above.
Petite in height with curves at her chest, stomach, hips, and thighs.
Tattoos scattered along her body, just as a passport marking where you have been.
Just an ordinary girl, staring back at her in the mirror.
Her body tells a story.
A story all might not know.
Her lips and voice once used as a flirtatious weapon.
Hips once used to seduce.
She used to dress to impress.
Too flirtatious for her own good.
Now her lips are used to kiss boo-boos.
Her voice used to sing lullabies.
Her body used to take care of everyone else first.
Now she dresses without a care.
Somedays she doesn't recognize herself from who she used to be.
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there'z no miss'n herz
herz who know
not
their mine
thick
fuel
ignition
start'er
tune
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never stop'd like'n
sundry
plural
sweets
XXL women may not be limelight’s bet
But golly, we're blue chips in the market.
Guy buddies say they like plus- figures more,
Because there is punk in us to explore.
Media buzz makes flat models look so grand
It's annoying to think they are in command;
Oprah, Latifah weigh two hundred pounds
Plus- sized kind of beauty walks on awed grounds.
Who needs a lipo; do not get depressed,
At times when nothing fits as you get dressed
Just remember one thing, my natural ones
Tons of men relish our charm and round buns!
2nd Place
When you die
you may be burnt
better than those
that Zionists burn alive
you may be buried
in the soil of the universe
at best
may you come back as a blooming rose
giving hope to all who admire the beauty
of natures mystic gifts
These broken nails
Not pretty to look at,
My triumphs, my fails
Mean more than that
Been scratching away
Digging for some end,
By night, by day …
‘Til they begin to bend
Once polished to a shine
… Is perfectly cracked,
With pulled hair of mine
And my nerves wracked
All glitter, all gold …
Neither one can stay,
But, broken nails, I'm told
Says something anyway.
Dante Gabriel Rosetti immortalized his lovers:
the strong, graceful and voluptuous gentlewomen
who could have been countesses and baronesses.
Indeed, their beauty would stand the test of time.
He shared their innate glamour with the world
but kept for himself the spell of their smile.
One by one voluptuous enchantress with eyes like daggers
warned onlookers that beauty was hardly an open invitation.
AP: 1st place 2025