Poems about Beauty
#beauty
Poetry about beauty and what it means to be beautiful. Here you'll find romantic poetry and poems about the beauty of the natural world. Also, poems examining the effects of socially constructed beauty ideals.
Mrs. Potato Head
Mrs. Potato head,tell me now.
Is this worth it,why and how?
Would her face stay together?
Even if we are no longer together?
And her skin turns to leather?
Perhaps a thin waist,light as a feather.
Or bigger lips,would that make it better?
With gold,blue eyes.
And whiter teeth.
Hiding the pain beneath.
As the time flies,and it all fades away.
As you lost the real you.
You took the chance and lost the prize.
With sadness,insecurities in your eyes.
Now your skin,leather,falling apart.
For you...
Is this worth it,why and how?
Would her face stay together?
Even if we are no longer together?
And her skin turns to leather?
Perhaps a thin waist,light as a feather.
Or bigger lips,would that make it better?
With gold,blue eyes.
And whiter teeth.
Hiding the pain beneath.
As the time flies,and it all fades away.
As you lost the real you.
You took the chance and lost the prize.
With sadness,insecurities in your eyes.
Now your skin,leather,falling apart.
For you...
#beauty
#motivational
#uplifting
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Mmmmmm
Her kisses hugged
my soul like hot molasses
dripped on ice-cream,
melting me without resistance,
my soul like hot molasses
dripped on ice-cream,
melting me without resistance,
#beauty
#love
#sensual
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Psalm for My Lover
In her gaze, celestial portals unfold,
In her eyes I find a glimpse of heaven.
Poised on her lips are life’s greatest delights,
From them flow pleasures, rich and sweet.
Her mouth is a cavern of dark mysteries.
Blessed is the man who gains entry to her.
Her hands are instruments of service and pleasure.
With her palms, she opens the gates of ecstasy.
Follow the graceful arc of her neck,
Let your hands trace her form in kindness.
Delight in the fullness of...
In her eyes I find a glimpse of heaven.
Poised on her lips are life’s greatest delights,
From them flow pleasures, rich and sweet.
Her mouth is a cavern of dark mysteries.
Blessed is the man who gains entry to her.
Her hands are instruments of service and pleasure.
With her palms, she opens the gates of ecstasy.
Follow the graceful arc of her neck,
Let your hands trace her form in kindness.
Delight in the fullness of...
#beauty
#erotic
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Write an Ugly Poem
Some poetry is a ten
maybe your next poem will be
beautiful to men
or destined to be ugly
There’s more to your art
than what others might think
reasons like your part
conversations in your ink
or fleeting digits
flickering on screens
Face it early
face it now
Beautiful but vain
rhymes without a meaning
bring only boredom and pain
…empty without feeling
You don’t write for that
breathing while you’re dreaming
...
maybe your next poem will be
beautiful to men
or destined to be ugly
There’s more to your art
than what others might think
reasons like your part
conversations in your ink
or fleeting digits
flickering on screens
Face it early
face it now
Beautiful but vain
rhymes without a meaning
bring only boredom and pain
…empty without feeling
You don’t write for that
breathing while you’re dreaming
...
#art
#beauty
#philosophical
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Til Next We Cross Paths
Til next we cross paths
I wait in suspense
Brief moments shared
Yet no less intense
A break in the clouds
A light piercing through
You make it look easy
By just being you
A flutter within
A solitary word
Grabs my attention
Something is stirred
Light draws me closer
Creating a crave
Intoxicating me
Till it's hard to behave
I will wait with suspense
Til next our paths cross
Hoping to grasp
Any line you might toss
I wait in suspense
Brief moments shared
Yet no less intense
A break in the clouds
A light piercing through
You make it look easy
By just being you
A flutter within
A solitary word
Grabs my attention
Something is stirred
Light draws me closer
Creating a crave
Intoxicating me
Till it's hard to behave
I will wait with suspense
Til next our paths cross
Hoping to grasp
Any line you might toss
#admiration
#beauty
#happiness
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Night and Day
Let them play
together,
they'll be
good girls.
Luna
caresses
Sol's skin,
it's as rich
as pearls.
Sol
accepts
the cool
calming affect
of Luna's
caress.
Luna
rises
the silent sea
to wash
upon
dry shores.
Sol
blazes
the warmth
of her admiration
through
the intensity
of her stare.
Yin and Yang
perpetually
caught in
a celestial
dance.
The golden rays
get lost
in the halo.
Nothing ...
together,
they'll be
good girls.
Luna
caresses
Sol's skin,
it's as rich
as pearls.
Sol
accepts
the cool
calming affect
of Luna's
caress.
Luna
rises
the silent sea
to wash
upon
dry shores.
Sol
blazes
the warmth
of her admiration
through
the intensity
of her stare.
Yin and Yang
perpetually
caught in
a celestial
dance.
The golden rays
get lost
in the halo.
Nothing ...
#beauty
#passion
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I Saw You
#beauty
#sensual
#temptation #wife
#temptation #wife
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thorns
how do
i guess
truly the
beauty
of
a rose,
should i
judge it?
for
my darling,
this art
wails with
every bud,
numbered
petals,
the thorns
also are
your love.
i guess
truly the
beauty
of
a rose,
should i
judge it?
for
my darling,
this art
wails with
every bud,
numbered
petals,
the thorns
also are
your love.
#admiration
#beauty
#happiness
#relationships
#romantic
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a poem to my wife
when I was young I used to
wonder if, as I grew older, I would
be attracted to older women.
silly question, as I look at your
older, still beautiful self dressed,
or undressed in your linen ..
wonder if, as I grew older, I would
be attracted to older women.
silly question, as I look at your
older, still beautiful self dressed,
or undressed in your linen ..
#beauty
#love
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She Dances
Embroidered by dragonflies,
the silk of her dress
glistens, whilst the
stars above lay still
as she dances
barefoot on
soft moss.
Even the crack of the firewood
sounds subdued in her
presence and for a moment,
I silently beg the universe to stop,
for just a second.
Shadows from the fire
pirouettes about her ankles,the smell of pine infused
with smoke fills the air between
us and under a perfect moonlight,
I am mesmerized.
She moves with the grace of freedom.
the silk of her dress
glistens, whilst the
stars above lay still
as she dances
barefoot on
soft moss.
Even the crack of the firewood
sounds subdued in her
presence and for a moment,
I silently beg the universe to stop,
for just a second.
Shadows from the fire
pirouettes about her ankles,the smell of pine infused
with smoke fills the air between
us and under a perfect moonlight,
I am mesmerized.
She moves with the grace of freedom.
#beauty
#love
#nature
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My Queen's Feet
#beauty
#sensual
#wife
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Magical Moonlight
Beautiful moon tonight
Perhaps it was wearing socks
Speaking a magic of long gone days
No screeching of the fox
One day, when full
Maidens' growth, wisdom knowledge
Fill her wising eyes
A honeyed moon collage
The mind drifts off, as off it drifts
When the moon is not looking
Like a cuckolding hen
Pirouetting
The moon became quite quiet, and sullen
Drunken pixies running amok
Silhouetted with the gathering fairy folk
Life seems like an illusion
My goblet filled with soft honey
With the...
Perhaps it was wearing socks
Speaking a magic of long gone days
No screeching of the fox
One day, when full
Maidens' growth, wisdom knowledge
Fill her wising eyes
A honeyed moon collage
The mind drifts off, as off it drifts
When the moon is not looking
Like a cuckolding hen
Pirouetting
The moon became quite quiet, and sullen
Drunken pixies running amok
Silhouetted with the gathering fairy folk
Life seems like an illusion
My goblet filled with soft honey
With the...
#beauty
#magic
#moon #surreal
#moon #surreal
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