Beauty World Poems | Examples

These Beauty World poems are examples of World poems about Beauty. These are the best examples of World Beauty poems written by international poets.


Premium MemberArtists unite

You're the artist with the pen,
the painter with the brush,
the designer with the colour swatches.

You interpret your dreams,
give rise to your ambition,
create your ideal future.

Your vision crystallizes at will,
draws upon your imagination
to materialize your surroundings.

There may be times of ugliness
when the world seems dark and
intent on dragging you down.

Remember this too shall pass,
renew your closeness with nature
and replenish that innate beauty and joy.


Premium MemberI Won the World but Lost the Light

Beneath a crown of jagged, frozen night,
He sits upon a throne of ash and bone.
His breathing steals the silver from the light,
And leaves the gasping, frightened world alone.

No crimson robe adorns this solemn king,
But woven shadows draped across his chest.
He does not speak, yet dark horizons ring
With quiet echoes of his utter task.

His scepter is the sudden, chilling frost
That halts the beating of a summer heart.
He counts the treasures that the living lost,
And tears the fabric of the stars apart.

Yet beauty lingers in his hollow gaze,
A quiet peace within the longest sleep.
He ends the torment of the winding maze,
And guards the secrets that the dead must keep.

Premium MemberAll the gold in the world

An early autumn sun rose
setting the sleepy world aglow.
Nature began to slowly stir
and I felt overwhelmingly rich.



AP: Honorable Mention 2026

Premium MemberSecrets of the Soul, a Story to be Told

"Verses in the Ash," is where my soul was born. Where hot coals singed me, as ashes covered my tiny body. My soul was, "Trapped in Your Pulse." This body has me trapped, as a helpless baby. "I am the asylum of your ache," in time as it goes by so slowly. "I taste your truth," the truth of life is bitter. "Where orchids dream," is a place I wish I could live. A place away from the hot ash and pain, in a place of beauty with pretty orchids.

Premium MemberIn Another World

Faint gold dewdrop stream slid down my face,
branches creak whilst tuneful birds quite  chirpy,
sun-blest hue’d wave a bright dream noble splatter,
cerulean veneer  on sky has me now transfixed,
random green leaf cascade gulp by lithe gust,
I eschew blindness whilst celebrating gift of sense


Premium MemberSunset Behind the Hill-Triolet



As sunlight slides behind the hill,
The world turns lax with fading light,
A quiet hush begins to spill.

As sunlight slides behind the hill,
Ongoing day's  work can roost still,
Shadows lengthen with coming night.

As sunlight slides behind the hill,
The world turns lax in fading light.

Premium MemberNovember World Children's Day Togetherness and Awareness

Weaving and raising children's seeds
Of curiosity, genius, and inventive ambitions;
Discovering the world's new pathways of mismatch,
Alluring and glorious nonsense for the future.
Seeds growing in nurturing depths
Capturing charm that each vary and emerge,
With enough time to bloom.
Encourage mindfulness and gratitude
With warmth and develop .
Work becomes play;
Only happiness brings.
An imagination to fly
Around the world or fly to space.
An author, writing stories
That enrich life in lasting ways,
A betterment of the next generation.
A beauty placed before us.
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberI hold in your sunlight

A mirror view skimming over waters 
When I hold you in my hands 
Little flower as warmly your colour shines 
Beautiful touching to the vision 
Listening to the sounds of birds song enchanting the air 
In a cloudy blue sky
Warm winds breathing in deeply touching breaths 
I look across the water waves rippling upon the surface 
Amazing grace you sit on this world throne 
Softly in song sings your praise 
A shrine from the mountain speaks 
Envisioning a primrose warmly it surrounds 
Sweet scent of heavens garden 
Taking the eyes on a trip soul searching 
Dreaming as I do 
Of building a castle in the sky to honour such beauty

Premium Member Eyes - Ears - Taste - Feelings - Heart

By Poet: "Sometimes there are No words, just feelings that talk very loud."
My eyes only want to see beauty, a bright sun coming over the meadow. My ears need to hear a sweet song, chippering birds with their little hearts. My taste buds always like to tingle, to the sweet words from you to me. My feelings take flight around the world, upon the wings of loving angels. My heart will always bubble feelings of love, love from simple beauty in life.

Premium MemberIn Our World


And my world that cuddles another heart next to mine as my stars pulse and fall in line... to discover another, he is beauty pure warming the flavor of air: The moon spreads rays in slow fire of blithe blowing wistfully through life's frames-- that I'm connected with a universe harmless, beautiful, and simple. He breathes in me, holding my hands like a soft bracelet of stars glittering still on our twentieth glide

Premium Memberthis beautiful world

beauty of the woods 
refreshment of white sandy beach 
nose bleed mountain tops

Premium MemberJune Skies

Jeans and sandals strolling along the beach
Unfolds the magic of summer
Natural beauty captured at sunset
Easy living no cares in the world
 
Sublime rays reflected nonchalantly off gentle waves 
Kaleidoscopic explosion of a cacophony of colour
In itself mesmerizing to our delighted senses
Evening approaches, the moon not far behind
Silky smooth the touch that creates memories



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Premium MemberTHE WHOLE WORLD IS A GARDEN

May we be blessed to heed Frances Hodgson Burnett’s words…
She understood there is a way to ensure our hearts will never harden…

“If you look the right way you can see…” she said
“The whole world is a garden.”

And when we truly use our eyes and heart we’ll see
the beauty of our garden is in its diversity.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Memberwinter cardinal

red is my color I am a fun winter bird~ call me cardinal

Premium MemberLove Me or Love Me Not

It’s not that deep world 
We either hate or we love 
It’s not that deep world

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