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.
Slow down enjoy the spread
take time find beauty where least expected
tune in ~ feel the harmony
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I keep coming back
as if, one day, I'll find
the illusive angle,
that moment of perfect alignment
when the river, the clouds,
the trees and all
that is manifested
will break open and reveal
what is really there,
when what holds everything
together ruptures
and spills forth the sublime.
I get a sense of it sometimes
at dawn when the sun
breaks through the clouds
in a blinding burst of light
and in the quiet of evenings
when a birdsong pierces
the forest with sound so pure
it seems to open a gash
in time before closing
over in a sad covering
of silence. I am granted
only glimpses as if more
would be too much
for me, composed as I am
of stuff made of this world,
its blunt chemistry.
Autumn brings cool days even falling green,
mingled with red, yellow and orange leaves;
until all the branches are bare though still serene,
but the beauty of the dancing leave is sublime-
Halcyon intricate jaunty kaleidoscopic leaves,
swirling, twirling, whirling, leaping, flying;
all that beauty so divine in time interweaves,
'til decay ... and the winter trees remain-
Abrupt breezes chilly days even frostbitten gloves,
oh, farewell to my beloved garden;
goodbye roses, tangled vines, my herbs and foxgloves,
rest beneath a blanket of snow my loves-
Mother's name only peeks quiescent,
all else is hidden beneath the pure white;
kneeling ... I leave a bright bouquet iridescent,
oh, dearest rest beneath your snowy quilt 'til spring-
With lamps, fiery skies,
Pearls and spires all so many,
Sans thy light of eyes
O thou doe-eyed young beauty,
This world’s gloomy night to me.
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Translation (Tanka) | 29.08.2025 | beauty, dark, world
Note: Here is a verse (in Anushtubh meter) from Bhartrihari’s Shringaara Shatakam (hundred verses on love and romance). Here the poet imagines world without his doe-eyed beauty-- dark even with sun, moon, and brilliant jewels. Here is the transliteration of the original Sanskrit:
Sati pradeepe sati agnau,
Satsu naana manishu api |
Vinaa me mrga-shaava-akshyaa,
Tamah bhootam idam jagat || 16 ||
A problem’s never just one face,
it lives in people, time, and place.
So POPIT shows a clearer view,
of what is old, of what is new.
The People side is their needs, their say,
the Process shows the steps, the way.
Information, tools, the streams,
together make the system’s schemes.
Technology may shine or fail,
its edges sharp, its pathways frail.
But when you map them side by side,
the hidden gaps can’t ever hide.
It looks so simple, box and square,
yet clarity is living there.
For every change, both small and fit,
begins by asking through POPIT.
Pray, what use vouching witless words so vain?
For men to tread only two tracks seem sane:
Youthful beauty’s well-bestowed a bosom,
Retire or else to woods, make ho nor hum.
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Translation(quatrain) | 21.08.2025 | men, romance, women, forest
Note: Here is a verse from Bhartrihari’s Shringaara Shatakam (hundred verses on love and romance) in this case in Maalinee meter. It says, let us cut down all words of wisdom so vain. When it comes to bare basics, there are only two ways in this world well their worth for a man to pursue, both as last resorts: a youthful beauty’s well-bestowed bosom, or retiring to forest, far from the madding crowd as they say. Note the rhyming assonance and alliteration: yauvanam va vanam va. Here is transliteration of the verse:
Kim iha bahubhih uktaih yukti-shunyaih pralaapaih
Dvayam iha purushaanaam sarvadaa sevaneeyam ||
Abhinava mada-leelaa-laalasam sundareenaam
Stana-bhara parikhinnam yauvanam vaa vanam vaa || 72 ||
I find in today's world,
books and readers are missing.
Where have the readers gone?
Why are books so unattractive?
Could it be the style of writing or even their covers?
Years ago many would share their books with friends,
telling them the book was a must read.
Does the book hold the reader,
or does the reader hold the book?
The style of book needs to entice the reader to read,
starting with a catchy and colorful cover.
Yes, the beauty of any book,
is in the reader's eye to behold and enjoy reading.
O God, what can I say about your Creation?
I'm mesmerized and dazzled on nature's beauty,
As I know, everything comes on You, as You are the Most High God.
From the blue skies, mountains, seas, animals and mankind
Is all You created in Your image
Like a melody and key to Your Path,
And my love is supplicated to You only.
O Loving and Merciful God, You truly know the secrets of my heart
As You are the Guiding One,
And I turn to You in good and bad times.
When I pray facing You everyday,
Accept my thanksgiving and strengthen me
Help me wash my sins away,
And I will answer Your call until the end of time.
It is perfectly fine
to chase wealth
to build a life of gold
and a career that sparkles in the sun.
But it is not fine to forget
what it means to be just
to lose the path of virtue
for Dharma is the soul’s compass
and without it, even grace demands a cost
Know this:
the riches & the fame
the applause & the beauty
they are only tools, not truth.
True living begins
not with what you hold
but with how you walk
in righteousness
in virtue
in peace with the self.
We are all poems in motion
our beauty shaped by the choices we make
the words we speak
the paths we take.
So let’s write something beautiful.
Let’s choose peace instead of war
kindness instead of cruelty
love that doesn’t ask to be earned.
Be a sonnet not a dirge
carry hope in your lines
leave room for others in your verses
and rhythm that heals not harms.
Don’t cut the stanzas of another
just to make your own read cleaner.
Let every voice keep its meter
and let every line lead to peace.
The red curtains lift and the day begins
The sun steps up, introducing herself
Most of us don’t dare to look at her directly
a whispering wind enters
declaring that the world is ending today
In this abandoned theatre
The last place humans are
We sit enjoying the play
with a glorious farewell performance
from every single person we’ve ever met
We sit watching the plot unfolds
Our gaze fixed on the stage
our mistakes dramatized
Our invented characters reborn
Haunted by a so-called potential
Tall buildings kneel outside
Fires hiss, spit and growl
The end is certainly loud
But inside the sun is eternally shining
Learned a million language
Read millions of books
To learn how to live and think
Only to discover the actual way
Which is following my heart
Intuition never lied
put people's opinion aside
don't live in the wrong side
don't forget to take pride
Only God knew how much I cried
How many times I wish I died
Billion wrong thing I left to slide
How many people I asked to guide
this lost soul I write as I sigh
Time for me to get that Gride
Bring back that Bonafide
make a torch and be my own light
Be myself and only me
I don't care then if the world would collide
I’ve traveled the world by air and by sea
Seen what many aren’t privileged to see
From heinous acts of terror to country-wide starvation
From the richest of rich to the poorest of nations
Seen the beauty of a shoreline warmed by a red sun
A homing pigeon fly thousands of miles on his annual ‘home run’
Yet of all the sights I’ve seen, at the top stands just one
~ The candles in the chapel lit, evening service begun
Oh how I wish I could buy,
the huge beautiful sky.
By day with bright white and blue so high,
and the sunny sun makes me want to cry.
By night the colors change making a roar,
"A crimson sky breaks the distant shore."
As the morning starts to rise in the world comes alive the beauty of the birds and all of the little animals starting their day is one of the most beautiful things Early in the morning, when all is quiet, and all you can hear are the sounds of nature nothing on your mind just enjoying the moment, living the life seeing all its beauty and hearing the wonders of the world life can be a very beautiful thing stemmed from pain broken and shattered, but still beautiful beauty doesn’t always mean ugly, but ugly can mean beautiful one of the many strange things in life that we have a hard time understanding the most beautiful thing in the world is being able to love yourself and love the life that you live in now that’s beauty