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.
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.
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.
An early autumn sun rose
setting the sleepy world aglow.
Nature began to slowly stir
and I felt overwhelmingly rich.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
"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.
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
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.
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.
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
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.
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
beauty of the woods
refreshment of white sandy beach
nose bleed mountain tops
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
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.
red is my color
I am a fun winter bird~
call me cardinal
It’s not that deep world
We either hate or we love
It’s not that deep world