Poetry competition CLOSED 27th March 2012 11:19am
WINNER
kriticool
kriticool
RUNNER-UP:
raorrick
Beauty
Beauty
Red rose dancing with the wind
Petals falling slow with grace
Settling on the calm lake
Creating the tiniest of waves
Drowning over time
Colored maroon as it dies
Yet its beauty remains
Twirling spinning
Captured in a ray of light
Beneath a calm tide
Like an angel surrounded by darkness
A virgin’s face after she’s lost it
Soft music and breathtaking scenery
Glowing empty bottles by the sea
Moonlit goodnight kisses
Old well filled with everyone’s wishes
There is beauty, where we fail to witness
So tell me how can we be living?
When we fail to maintain the beauty
We and life have created…gifted
Red rose dancing with the wind
Petals falling slow with grace
Settling on the calm lake
Creating the tiniest of waves
Drowning over time
Colored maroon as it dies
Yet its beauty remains
Twirling spinning
Captured in a ray of light
Beneath a calm tide
Like an angel surrounded by darkness
A virgin’s face after she’s lost it
Soft music and breathtaking scenery
Glowing empty bottles by the sea
Moonlit goodnight kisses
Old well filled with everyone’s wishes
There is beauty, where we fail to witness
So tell me how can we be living?
When we fail to maintain the beauty
We and life have created…gifted
Beauty is a beautiful thing;
Looking at her makes my heart sing;
She is my Godess in fleshy form;
She arrives quietly and leaves like a storm.
She is beauty in the rawest way;
Wonderful heart makes me stay.
Eyes of the deepest blue;
If you have every seen them you would love them too.
I know when I get to see her in this place;
I know she will have her mothers place.
I have put into everything that it is worth;
Their is nothing more beautiful than childs birth.
Looking at her makes my heart sing;
She is my Godess in fleshy form;
She arrives quietly and leaves like a storm.
She is beauty in the rawest way;
Wonderful heart makes me stay.
Eyes of the deepest blue;
If you have every seen them you would love them too.
I know when I get to see her in this place;
I know she will have her mothers place.
I have put into everything that it is worth;
Their is nothing more beautiful than childs birth.
Beauty:
the expression on a starving child's face
while eating his first hot meal
the comfort in their knowledgeable eye's
while putting on a warm coat
Beauty:
the smile on a gifted child's face
when getting his first "A"
the joyous hope in the mother's heart
when realizing he will be alright
Beauty:
feeling the heart beat every second
knowing he has weeks to live
seeing the light at the end
knowing he has suffered too long
Beauty:
having the fortune to make things right
after years of disappointing her
showing the worth of a second chance
after taking her love for granted
Beauty:
reminding her she is not alone
as he lovingly holds her hand
stroking the tear from her cheek
as the last breath escapes her lips
the expression on a starving child's face
while eating his first hot meal
the comfort in their knowledgeable eye's
while putting on a warm coat
Beauty:
the smile on a gifted child's face
when getting his first "A"
the joyous hope in the mother's heart
when realizing he will be alright
Beauty:
feeling the heart beat every second
knowing he has weeks to live
seeing the light at the end
knowing he has suffered too long
Beauty:
having the fortune to make things right
after years of disappointing her
showing the worth of a second chance
after taking her love for granted
Beauty:
reminding her she is not alone
as he lovingly holds her hand
stroking the tear from her cheek
as the last breath escapes her lips
raorrick said:Beauty:
the expression on a starving child's face
while eating his first hot meal
the comfort in their knowledgeable eye's
while putting on a warm coat
Beauty:
the smile on a gifted child's face
when getting his first "A"
the joyous hope in the mother's heart
when realizing he will be alright
Beauty:
feeling the heart beat every second
knowing he has weeks to live
seeing the light at the end
knowing he has suffered too long
Beauty:
having the fortune to make things right
after years of disappointing her
showing the worth of a second chance
after taking her love for granted
Beauty:
reminding her she is not alone
as he lovingly holds her hand
stroking the tear from her cheek
as the last breath escapes her lips
Beauty:
Giving readers satisfaction
From poetic arts well written
Unique in style with a beautiful guile,
Its so beautifully written Rachel.
the expression on a starving child's face
while eating his first hot meal
the comfort in their knowledgeable eye's
while putting on a warm coat
Beauty:
the smile on a gifted child's face
when getting his first "A"
the joyous hope in the mother's heart
when realizing he will be alright
Beauty:
feeling the heart beat every second
knowing he has weeks to live
seeing the light at the end
knowing he has suffered too long
Beauty:
having the fortune to make things right
after years of disappointing her
showing the worth of a second chance
after taking her love for granted
Beauty:
reminding her she is not alone
as he lovingly holds her hand
stroking the tear from her cheek
as the last breath escapes her lips
Beauty:
Giving readers satisfaction
From poetic arts well written
Unique in style with a beautiful guile,
Its so beautifully written Rachel.
Beauty is beautiful.
Being beautiful doesn't make you a beauty.
Beautifulness is what makes you beautiful.
Life's beautiful.
But that doesn't mean its a beauty.
There's so much more to beauty than being beautiful.
You have to feel beautiful.
And we're all beautiful.
Therefore, beauty is a beautiful beautifulness.
(It makes sense in my mind.)
Being beautiful doesn't make you a beauty.
Beautifulness is what makes you beautiful.
Life's beautiful.
But that doesn't mean its a beauty.
There's so much more to beauty than being beautiful.
You have to feel beautiful.
And we're all beautiful.
Therefore, beauty is a beautiful beautifulness.
(It makes sense in my mind.)
YouCant said:Beauty is beautiful.
Being beautiful doesn't make you a beauty.
Beautifulness is what makes you beautiful.
Life's beautiful.
But that doesn't mean its a beauty.
There's so much more to beauty than being beautiful.
You have to feel beautiful.
And we're all beautiful.
Therefore, beauty is a beautiful beautifulness.
(It makes sense in my mind.)
Poetic minds on here. It makes sense in all our minds!
Nice piece!
Being beautiful doesn't make you a beauty.
Beautifulness is what makes you beautiful.
Life's beautiful.
But that doesn't mean its a beauty.
There's so much more to beauty than being beautiful.
You have to feel beautiful.
And we're all beautiful.
Therefore, beauty is a beautiful beautifulness.
(It makes sense in my mind.)
Poetic minds on here. It makes sense in all our minds!
Nice piece!
Beauty to me is a girl
simple,not histronic
Ordinary,no pronounced make-ups
Modest and honest
Not voiceferous
Not shy and not always rile
Beauty to me is having her,my kids and me
One big happy family
Bound together in love,peace and harmony
simple,not histronic
Ordinary,no pronounced make-ups
Modest and honest
Not voiceferous
Not shy and not always rile
Beauty to me is having her,my kids and me
One big happy family
Bound together in love,peace and harmony
Beautiful
In my eyes I see what others cannot manage to grasp,
The smiles of all people, and the beauty they blast.
A boy looking into the mirror wondering why the hell they all find him so attractive.
And why his bells sound so inactive.
People at the mall all dressed for fall all turn their heads.
But at home he bawls, because the beauty IS there, but he sees only his calling instead.
He wishes they could see it,
But not more than he wishes he could be it.
And what's great, is that he is the only one who has to believe it.
They all tell him get practical, get your head out the clouds.
But they don't know his feet are on the ground.
And he's runnin,
Quicker than a silver,
But he's still a fool for the gold.
And he violently shivers,
Because he's pretty fuckin cold.
And in this world,
Beauty never gets old.
But it does change,
Why?
To keep up with the fame?
Or to keep our people insane?
It's a pretty common thing,
To have more than just a pretty bombin thing,
And to be beautiful,
That's the quality we all share.
And there's something I think you should know;
The beauty's always there.
Copyright-K.O.I.
In my eyes I see what others cannot manage to grasp,
The smiles of all people, and the beauty they blast.
A boy looking into the mirror wondering why the hell they all find him so attractive.
And why his bells sound so inactive.
People at the mall all dressed for fall all turn their heads.
But at home he bawls, because the beauty IS there, but he sees only his calling instead.
He wishes they could see it,
But not more than he wishes he could be it.
And what's great, is that he is the only one who has to believe it.
They all tell him get practical, get your head out the clouds.
But they don't know his feet are on the ground.
And he's runnin,
Quicker than a silver,
But he's still a fool for the gold.
And he violently shivers,
Because he's pretty fuckin cold.
And in this world,
Beauty never gets old.
But it does change,
Why?
To keep up with the fame?
Or to keep our people insane?
It's a pretty common thing,
To have more than just a pretty bombin thing,
And to be beautiful,
That's the quality we all share.
And there's something I think you should know;
The beauty's always there.
Copyright-K.O.I.
Defining Beauty.
Beauty is something I've never been,
But something I've always seen.
Though others praise my looks,
And my abilities.
I truly guess that superficial beauty,
Doesn't fit me truly.
But I can see personality,
In this fake reality.
A girl overweight with a big grin,
Would make a fake person wince,
But to me she is the prettiest,
Because that woman is the realest.
Or take man tall and lank,
Not the size of a tank.
Though to someone plastic,
The look they want, he truly lacks it,
In my eyes he is as manly,
As any man can be.
What you look like doesn't affect what I see,
And I hope you think the same as me,
Because what counts is what's hidden,
And the warmth that is within.
Beauty is something I've never been,
But something I've always seen.
Though others praise my looks,
And my abilities.
I truly guess that superficial beauty,
Doesn't fit me truly.
But I can see personality,
In this fake reality.
A girl overweight with a big grin,
Would make a fake person wince,
But to me she is the prettiest,
Because that woman is the realest.
Or take man tall and lank,
Not the size of a tank.
Though to someone plastic,
The look they want, he truly lacks it,
In my eyes he is as manly,
As any man can be.
What you look like doesn't affect what I see,
And I hope you think the same as me,
Because what counts is what's hidden,
And the warmth that is within.
WOW 
