Written: May 2nd 2026, for contest sponsored by Brian Strand
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I could trace you
through the tremor of your hesitations,
read the rippled residues of moments
that tried to make you smaller.
I could catalogue the crenellations
carved by old ache,
the tensile tenderness you carry
like a secret you never meant to keep.
But beauty is not a ledger—
It is a lucent lilt,
a soft antiphon rising
even when you feel moribund inside.
It is the way your presence
festoons a room with quiet gravity,
how your stillness holds
a vernal vow of becoming.
And though I can do nothing
about the ache that shadows you,
I can witness you—
unabated, unwavering—
and be undone
by the simple, staggering truth
that your beauty
does not ask to be seen
but still
shines.
for Sonia
Your beauty is magnificent
It radiates
from head to toe
There is an essence
to you that
is beyond compare,
a sight to
behold and enjoy
You are my inspiration
my Muse
You have given
me many gifts
that have value
beyond compare
you bring me
such joy,
make me very happy
that you are
in my life
You are a
rare and precious jewel
that I am lucky
to have found
Everyone sang of your beauty, in words and poems, through rooms full of murmurs,
but you only heard my silence, where words needed no sound.
Everyone longed to see you, like darkness chasing the moon across the sky,
but you gave me the first light, a vision like a forgotten dream reborn.
Since you began to smile gently, with your gaze turned toward me,
this city has burned with flames reflecting in the mirror of my soul.
Those who didn't know I existed now see me and whisper my name softly,
as if I hadn't always breathed on the same streets, among the same shadows.
In the flow of my thoughts, echoes of light and darkness intertwine,
like a river of stars flowing through the valleys of an endless night.
And thus, in this silence full of unspoken words, I find you constantly,
an unwritten story, a song that resonates in a city burning with desire and mystery.
Beauty is nicely painted on your face
like a rose, neatly plucked from a garden
and carefully placed in a flower vase,
to spread its sweet fragrance with full pardon.
For contest: Write Four Beautiful Lines
Judged: 3/11/2025 12:37:00 PM
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Placement: 3rd
She's a ****, she's not loyal.
I told her; you're only good for sex,
Not good to keep.
Don't let your beauty, leave you in deceit
You ain't getting younger, but older.
I ask her about
Her body counts.
She said,
Just thirty plus.
Thirty plus, still not taken?
You gotta change your mentality,
Or remain a sex tool or sex partner forever.
She's always seeking pleasures
From different guys.
Enjoy your life, when you're young
Her watchword
I asked her.
How long?
Will this continue!
She always have excuse,
The perfect answer she knows best.
Your glowing beauty causes hummingbirds to slow their flight
I tried to ask you a question,
But I can't remember what it was.
Once I looked into your eyes,
My mind was filled with fuzz.
Your beauty is grand and unique
And is able to incapacitate me.
I've witnessed nothing in my life
That would compare to your beauty.
I believe you're a wonder of the world.
God was showing off when he made you.
Only Athena could match your power
Over men and how you can subdue.
I'm not sure if you're some goddess,
You're not mortal, that's easy to see.
You're some higher power or entity,
It's the only explanation there can be.
I see
Your beauty in your smile
Your beauty in your eyes
Your beauty in your cadence
Your beauty in your fragrances.
I see
Your beauty in your laughter
Your beauty in your hair
Your beauty in your patience
Your beauty in your grace.
I see
Your beauty in everything
Woman, you drive me crazy
When you're in my arms
When your eyes meet mine
And when you lovingly nudge my hands.
P.S. Translation of ‘Ta Beauté Dans Tout' by Hébert Logerie.
Copyright © August 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
In the middle of the night
Where dreams take flight
I always think about you, every day and night.
Whenever our eyes meet
My heart always skips a beat.
Clingy, yet oh so sweet
Admiring you from afar
In my eyes, you shine like a rockstar
While you see another like a star.
Your beauty is majestic, love, it grows
In silent ways like trees upon a hill,
Whose branches reach for stars, whose roots repose
In depths unseen, but strong and never still.
Your love is like the ancient, sweeping seas,
The ocean’s pulse beneath a moonlit tide—
In waves and whispers, born from mysteries,
Boundless in reach, unable to divide.
Through leaves and bushes, tender roots entwine,
Drawing the earth’s embrace, a woven net,
The quiet witness of your hand in mine,
Where sun and shadow’s gentle lines are met.
I find you in each curve of wooded slope,
Each verdant trail where forest breathes its song,
In nature’s heartbeat, patient and in hope,
As boughs and branches stretch so broad and long.
The waves, the sea—such vastness I adore,
Each surge a promise of your endless grace,
The way you rise, retreat, then rise once more,
To meet my gaze in every boundless place.
Your beauty, love, is woven from the earth,
In every leaf and branch, each root and wave;
It sings of ancient stars and hidden mirth,
Majestic, deep, as wide as hearts are brave.
Words spoken in the night can become a matter
not of what was said-
but of what type of shiver
they caused to slowly crawl your spine.
From parted lips to parted legs,
All boundaries swept aside.
It's like loving someone for their beauty,
or their casual disregard for the truth.
Each loving breath upon my neck sends shivers down my spine,
whispers of sweet nothings grace my ears
your skin smelling define.
A loving embrace when you caress my face,
the sound of our hearts beating in time,
I’m entranced by your beauty it truly is sublime.
How I long for you and all that you do
the sweetness in every word you speak,
I love every inch of your perfect being,
sealed with a kiss upon your cheek.
Before,
I was a greedy man
You gave me a gift
to distinguish the difference
between the beauty of sexual desire and
the power of love
Now,
I can walk down
the streets of Manhattan
not being bothered
I saw the most beautiful dandelion the day.
A day in the life,
Thou will have a vibe.
Struggles strived by you,
Would pay off true.
Obstacles you fly;
With you head held high;
Would turn your days blue,
Surely bright view.
Inspired by what’s right,
Aspire you deep sight.
Essence that you hold,
Strengthen thought you told.
Things hurting today,
Would pave a strong way.
See your beauty,
The way you duty.
Views written in silence,
Shine you as world guidance.
Connie Marcum Wong
Inspirational with a mind that was so strong
May it be in comments or written in a poetic song
You are the gift that keeps on giving
Your compassionate wisdom in our hearts will forever be singing
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