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.
Pretty hazel eyes
Pretty hazel eyes.
That I saw in secret.
Beautiful and magnificent love affair,
With a wonderful kitten.
As beautiful as a violet,
As sweet as a 'miniature'.
My little brunette,
With pretty hazel eyes,
pretty little woman,
Tinkerbell,
You who made me a promise
To have no other conquette.
Today I regret
Let everything be in pieces.
My little bluesette
With pretty hazel eyes
That I saw in secret.
Beautiful and magnificent love affair,
With a wonderful kitten.
As beautiful as a violet,
As sweet as a 'miniature'.
My little brunette,
With pretty hazel eyes,
pretty little woman,
Tinkerbell,
You who made me a promise
To have no other conquette.
Today I regret
Let everything be in pieces.
My little bluesette
With pretty hazel eyes
#love
#beauty
#admiration
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Hair
It amazes me, the hairs on my head
One bad look dictates the rest of my day
Beautiful? Debatable
Cause of dysphoria? Absolutely
Pinned, tied, pushed, covered
Anything to make it go away
One bad look dictates the rest of my day
Beautiful? Debatable
Cause of dysphoria? Absolutely
Pinned, tied, pushed, covered
Anything to make it go away
#beauty
#LGBT
#SelfReflection #transgender
#SelfReflection #transgender
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Bolshoi Barista
Bolshoi Barista
“Your poses would do a ballerina proud.”
“Glad you noticed. I wear the tights so customers like you can see the nutcracker while ordering coffee.”
“Well honestly I would never have made that association but now that you mention it you could be Clara.”
“Ah, a man who knows his ballet. But surely I am an all-grown-up Clara. After all my curves are those of a twenty-year-old Bolshoi dancer.”
“Yes, indeed I can see that plain as day. You must be at least in your twenties.”
“Hey, I am a freshman...
“Your poses would do a ballerina proud.”
“Glad you noticed. I wear the tights so customers like you can see the nutcracker while ordering coffee.”
“Well honestly I would never have made that association but now that you mention it you could be Clara.”
“Ah, a man who knows his ballet. But surely I am an all-grown-up Clara. After all my curves are those of a twenty-year-old Bolshoi dancer.”
“Yes, indeed I can see that plain as day. You must be at least in your twenties.”
“Hey, I am a freshman...
#romantic
#beauty
#coffee
#funny
#dance
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God's Fingers At Sunset
As the sun sets in the west,
A golden glow paints the sky.
The fingers of God reach out,
To gently pull it by.
The colors in the sky,
Are like a painter's brush.
A canvas of orange and pink,
And shades of purple hush.
The sun dips lower and lower,
As if it's bidding us goodbye.
But we know it will return,
To light up another sky.
The world grows dim and quiet,
As the sun takes its leave.
But we are left with memories,
Of the beauty we did receive.
A golden glow paints the sky.
The fingers of God reach out,
To gently pull it by.
The colors in the sky,
Are like a painter's brush.
A canvas of orange and pink,
And shades of purple hush.
The sun dips lower and lower,
As if it's bidding us goodbye.
But we know it will return,
To light up another sky.
The world grows dim and quiet,
As the sun takes its leave.
But we are left with memories,
Of the beauty we did receive.
#beauty
#inspirational
#nature
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Ikebana Panties for a Tea Ceremony
Ikebana Panties for a Tea Ceremony
Empty triangle abuts flowers
In Ikebana derriere black roses
For panties on fire with love
That blossoms in cleft where heaven lies
Like the plumage of an exotic white bird
On her path to a necromancer’s paradise
That sleeps in forgotten tufts
That sprout like angels
Where cotton cloaks her lioness spirit
On the gypsum sands of shifting flesh
Empty triangle abuts flowers
In Ikebana derriere black roses
For panties on fire with love
That blossoms in cleft where heaven lies
Like the plumage of an exotic white bird
On her path to a necromancer’s paradise
That sleeps in forgotten tufts
That sprout like angels
Where cotton cloaks her lioness spirit
On the gypsum sands of shifting flesh
#beauty
#sensual
#temptation #seductive
#temptation #seductive
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Orchid
It was by the shore I first sensed her
lit up by the orchids
reminiscent in yesterday's yearn
looking above from the grasses
where I lay
her mounds were precocious
surrounded
in the mist of mind
surrendering to only
the way of the bend
she bit me with her lashes
accentuating the life in her eye
a spherical vision of beauty
illuminating on a very particular day
she swayed
an end of an era
where only she belonged
winds moved
still she stood
still ...
lit up by the orchids
reminiscent in yesterday's yearn
looking above from the grasses
where I lay
her mounds were precocious
surrounded
in the mist of mind
surrendering to only
the way of the bend
she bit me with her lashes
accentuating the life in her eye
a spherical vision of beauty
illuminating on a very particular day
she swayed
an end of an era
where only she belonged
winds moved
still she stood
still ...
#beauty
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bet she’d have been more pissed off than you are ..
I don’t want us to fall out over this changes nothing happened, I just said I’d have loved to have made love with stevie smith ..
#beauty
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Cupid's Bow Is but a Stone's Throw
Your sight makes my body like spring
Butterflies scatter in me frantically
My blood courses like a raging river
Mine eyes bloom in your countenance
inhaling your locks insues ecstasy
The brush of silken skin, enticing
Your breath though warm, chills me
Two souls collide and then intwine
Compared to yours, an angel's voice is course
The sun shines with a jealous glow when you appear
And ravens flee as though a becon of kindness illuminates
When we embrace, I wish to bond us with lock and key
When I'm with you,...
Butterflies scatter in me frantically
My blood courses like a raging river
Mine eyes bloom in your countenance
inhaling your locks insues ecstasy
The brush of silken skin, enticing
Your breath though warm, chills me
Two souls collide and then intwine
Compared to yours, an angel's voice is course
The sun shines with a jealous glow when you appear
And ravens flee as though a becon of kindness illuminates
When we embrace, I wish to bond us with lock and key
When I'm with you,...
#happiness
#love
#beauty
#lover
#obsession
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Sky Prism
Pastel curtains hung in the midnight hour
are brushed by the drops as Elysium’s
palette weeps. Pale moonlight prisms through
the night sky and is set on the most perfect canvas.
Rhiannon wears her vale and it shimmers
as she dances in celebration of the night.
Her rhythmic promenade spins through the
universe and courts the gleaming stars.
Love exists in the balance, strung somewhere
between where heaven meets the earth.
Storied ballads, rhymed in verses sung by
sinners and saints, reverberate in the silence.
...
are brushed by the drops as Elysium’s
palette weeps. Pale moonlight prisms through
the night sky and is set on the most perfect canvas.
Rhiannon wears her vale and it shimmers
as she dances in celebration of the night.
Her rhythmic promenade spins through the
universe and courts the gleaming stars.
Love exists in the balance, strung somewhere
between where heaven meets the earth.
Storied ballads, rhymed in verses sung by
sinners and saints, reverberate in the silence.
...
#beauty
#universe
#stars
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12/4/22
It's one of those nights
Where the bats can hear
How beautiful you look
Where the bats can hear
How beautiful you look
#beauty
#animals
#night #magic
#night #magic
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the war against life’s horror
no excuse for humour in a
world full of cruelty, and
yet we appear to need it quite as
much as we do beauty
world full of cruelty, and
yet we appear to need it quite as
much as we do beauty
#beauty
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Old Flame
Old Flame
Red bandanna of tresses
Tied in a flaming bun
Her hand wave a kite
Rising on spring breeze
To meet and greet
My forever dream
With the sound of her lilt
Born on song wings
Red bandanna of tresses
Tied in a flaming bun
Her hand wave a kite
Rising on spring breeze
To meet and greet
My forever dream
With the sound of her lilt
Born on song wings
#women
#beauty
#spring
#memories
#nostalgia
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