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.
I wish, before I go to hell
you’d meet me once
I’ve faded from that world
yet these little things whisper back to you
Been the wrong one all my life
but you poured me alcohol without prejudice
Beneath my necklace, my heart beats for you
the nights stand witness to my prayers.
I wish, before I go to hell
you’d meet me once
Ask me how I am
how I’ve survived without you
Hold me in your arms
and make me laugh with your words
I sleep and wake up
days are passing by
and so are my interests
I don’t want to be ideal
cause I know the cost of being perfect.
My love has biceps, ’cause it lifted me up
when nothing else could
I create art like you, hoping it’ll be enough…
but I’m incomplete without you
so how can my art ever be whole?
I wish, before I go to hell
you’d meet me once
Ask me how I am
how I’ve survived without you
Hold me in your arms
and make me laugh with your words
"To leave the world behind,
walk with the world till the right time"
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Flow of ancient waters, deep and rich,
Depth that sings a soft and playful sound.
Mother to a million thriving lives,
Father fierce and solemn, darkly crowned.
It surrenders not to anyone;
It girds the world with resonance and might.
Stretching through boundless realms of time,
Cleansing every wound with gentle bite.
High lives its tidal, roaring fury
Waters rise, still holding onto spice.
Existence honors all it carries,
For every soul has surely paid the price.
Love, and peace, and endless prosperity
The Great Indian Ocean still relies.
Its salutation reaches every shoreline,
When we call, the deep blue love replies.
Neither does its vastness see an ending,
Nor does its ageless beauty ever fade.
A single sweep of blue-lit, aching heaven
So old, so wise, and wealthy in its ways.
As large as the world; immeasurable...
So enclosed is the mind; psychobabble,
While strongly growing up will
Through care in guise to stand still
Eyes figuring words good for such scrabble.
She got you singing the best song she ever heard in her life
Just thinking about her was enough to make you smile
You keep thinking "I can't really believe that she's mine"
Everything just turned out to be a surprise.
After so many years of being a friend
You could buy her the best wears in latest trend
You could barely close your eyes while lying on your bed
And then you got the whole stadium singing about her, yes!
Oh! What an incredible feeling
When you're with her, you're barely thinking
Looking at the stars, she's with you all night
Describing the feeling is hard, but it was indeed sublime!
Oh! What a feeling of extreme ecstasy!
You couldn't bare to look away for a minute
This feelings, you're sure would never wear off
You were determined to do it whatever the cost
She also was always flabagasted
She also wished the whole thing lasted
She seemed to be the brightest diamond in life
And she'll forever be your treasure in the sky!
red is my color
I am a fun winter bird~
call me cardinal
He chose to see through her
*eyes*
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looked like a
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place
To embrace future one must put behind past
Scars of the world feeds our depths emotions
Hatred upon our hearts just as we find love
I come from beauty but do not find
A image into reality concept to living
Broken soul with no perception has what purpose
But the darkness which laid that feeds
Man's spirit embrace but are they free
Tied to world torn beneath their own greed
Past graves as if today demise be meet
We as society united in themselves wicked doing
Diverse humanity denouncing religion beliefs to existence
Pleasure of one's desire devouring the journey
We are blind as if naive our mind deadly as the tongue
Where comes the soul creatures breath life
Blood run veins pumped survival instinct
Spiritual deposition of man who walked the waters
Where is it we live but yet to endure peace
Except among mankind, cuts lashed bone deep
Scars, reminder world's beating to man I become
Scarred by world ambition I die sin to law
Not of the world my soul I give but only the body
What land would i see
If there was any place i could be
I could say i would exist where children can never starve
Where they could always feel the warmth of their parents love
I would like to breathe free air with friends
And it wouldn't cost them anything to recieve it
Where no one is ever annoyed
And the time they spend with others is enjoyed
Where colors are vibraint and grand
And where things of beauty doesn't fall beneath the sands
Where my love ones will never know pain
And no chance to ever lose and every chance to gain
Tell me please, so i beckon
Tell me what part of hell would i have to suffer to make this real, tell me what section.
Wood full of eternal tiny souls,
Some soar high, some dwell in a hole.
Predators play their gray role,
Whether bitter monarch or sweet boal.
What good is it for a man to gain the world but forfeit his very self?
What good is it for a man to be buried in a gold casket
if no one is there to admire its beauty?
O, foolish is the man who fails to realise
that flesh is worth more than gold,
that relations are the only riches
that truly make one rich.
For all bones are white, rich like poor,
but when they lay intertwined—
O, you know they were truly rich.
It’s not that deep world
We either hate or we love
It’s not that deep world
fall coming
now see it ~ feel it
colorful
I love seeing the pretty white flying dove.
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.