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.
moroccanpoet
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:24pm
Yesterday 8:24pm
Femininity is feelings, not appearances
The woman's body runs on its own fuel
Love is secreted as the cocoon secretes its silk
The sea is blue and the cloud is rain
The cilia, their blackness, exalts their magnificence
Come closer to my arms, you see your cheek and my date
I want to touch the passion of my soul and pluck my inspiration from my poetry
Come spread here your lilac and let your woe please me
I love you and my father is close to you.. You see my patience is spent
I am your pulse, the flower of your land, and you?! What owns me?
We will slim your waist..the embers...
Love is secreted as the cocoon secretes its silk
The sea is blue and the cloud is rain
The cilia, their blackness, exalts their magnificence
Come closer to my arms, you see your cheek and my date
I want to touch the passion of my soul and pluck my inspiration from my poetry
Come spread here your lilac and let your woe please me
I love you and my father is close to you.. You see my patience is spent
I am your pulse, the flower of your land, and you?! What owns me?
We will slim your waist..the embers...
#love
#kindness
#romantic
#beauty
#admiration
36 reads
2 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
24th Nov 2022 12:09pm
24th Nov 2022 12:09pm
Unmerited Gift of Life
To all the honest women
I have loved, please
accept my apologies.
When I asked for what was
most precious in your life,
you gave it willingly. When
we loved; you were my only
one for a season, a shining jewel.
Now, some of us are
learning to face endings.
Let us be honest and
pure in sharing of
what has been given us.
Let us celebrate
temporal human pleasure,
giving all to what remains.
The warm breasts and
moist unions of this night
will one day be reduced to ash. ...
I have loved, please
accept my apologies.
When I asked for what was
most precious in your life,
you gave it willingly. When
we loved; you were my only
one for a season, a shining jewel.
Now, some of us are
learning to face endings.
Let us be honest and
pure in sharing of
what has been given us.
Let us celebrate
temporal human pleasure,
giving all to what remains.
The warm breasts and
moist unions of this night
will one day be reduced to ash. ...
#love
#grief
#beauty
59 reads
2 Comments
dnzmemn66
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2022 1:25am
23rd Nov 2022 1:25am
ISLAND GIRL
Evidence of God’s creation
From Eden you arose
With eyes of wonder
Lips of wine
Your Beauty
Creates the loss of time
For when I look upon your image
I become undone
My knees get weak
And I cannot speak
So I look up to the Father
I thank him for his work
For only he
Could make you be
This wonderful Pearl
In Front of me
From Eden you arose
With eyes of wonder
Lips of wine
Your Beauty
Creates the loss of time
For when I look upon your image
I become undone
My knees get weak
And I cannot speak
So I look up to the Father
I thank him for his work
For only he
Could make you be
This wonderful Pearl
In Front of me
#beauty
#FallingInLove
39 reads
0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
21st Nov 2022 3:34am
21st Nov 2022 3:34am
The Mistress
There's a maiden kneeling upon my desk,
Her hindquarters resting on her heels.
She's a stoic Polynesian burlesque
Unconcerned about what she reveals.
Her grass skirt won't hide those perfect thighs.
Dark hair and bright lei drape on buoyant breasts.
Her scanty raiment might be unwise
But at least on her tress, a red bloom rests.
She adjusts that bloom above her ear
With upraised arms and shoulders bare.
Who is this tawny nymph with the flawless rear,
Peerless bosom and swart, vigorous hair?
Is she a tart or tropic island...
Her hindquarters resting on her heels.
She's a stoic Polynesian burlesque
Unconcerned about what she reveals.
Her grass skirt won't hide those perfect thighs.
Dark hair and bright lei drape on buoyant breasts.
Her scanty raiment might be unwise
But at least on her tress, a red bloom rests.
She adjusts that bloom above her ear
With upraised arms and shoulders bare.
Who is this tawny nymph with the flawless rear,
Peerless bosom and swart, vigorous hair?
Is she a tart or tropic island...
#beauty
68 reads
12 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
21st Nov 2022 2:19am
21st Nov 2022 2:19am
When I Saw Her On The Floor
When I saw her on
the floor, she looked up, smiled and
said "hi" to this guy.
the floor, she looked up, smiled and
said "hi" to this guy.
#beauty
#home
#fiction
#dialogue
#senryu
24 reads
0 Comments
Ogbonna
Poem Published
20th Nov 2022 11:02pm
20th Nov 2022 11:02pm
Africa The Beautiful Bride
The beautiful bride for the world prepared,
by Europe's colonial powers divided.
Her priceless worth was seen and hardly spared;
hence the need to woo her was decided.
Two great superpowers made their advances,
as she danced before their lustful glances.
Now she's wooed by none other than the Chinese;
who dangle their bread crumbs and putrid cheese;
seeking relentlessly her heart to please.
Africa is no doubt a priceless jewel,
historically contested for by a duel.
by Europe's colonial powers divided.
Her priceless worth was seen and hardly spared;
hence the need to woo her was decided.
Two great superpowers made their advances,
as she danced before their lustful glances.
Now she's wooed by none other than the Chinese;
who dangle their bread crumbs and putrid cheese;
seeking relentlessly her heart to please.
Africa is no doubt a priceless jewel,
historically contested for by a duel.
#identity
#beauty
#historical #culture
#historical #culture
19 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
20th Nov 2022 4:17am
20th Nov 2022 4:17am
China Blue Librarian
China Blue Librarian
Soft fire of her tresses
Glows with heat of creation
Whose eyes twinkle in starry beatitude
In blue waves of gentle heat
She dusts books with burning locks
That brush the opened pages of Henry Miller
Whose sensual flames lick his words
With the smolder of tears born in heaven
Where her lipstick finds fruition
By kissing due date cards
For boys desirous of her strawberries
Who watch the tender vines of her strands
With jeans that cannot hide the truth
Of what is forbidden ...
Soft fire of her tresses
Glows with heat of creation
Whose eyes twinkle in starry beatitude
In blue waves of gentle heat
She dusts books with burning locks
That brush the opened pages of Henry Miller
Whose sensual flames lick his words
With the smolder of tears born in heaven
Where her lipstick finds fruition
By kissing due date cards
For boys desirous of her strawberries
Who watch the tender vines of her strands
With jeans that cannot hide the truth
Of what is forbidden ...
#women
#erotic
#beauty
#religion
#sensual
43 reads
1 Comment
LtDansLegs
Jay.
Jay.
Poem Published
18th Nov 2022 8:58pm
18th Nov 2022 8:58pm
I Love a Good Sunset
The sun slipped down beneath creamsicle colored clouds. Her once golden glow lost to a foreboding red. It was warm, the silence so loud.
Nothing needed to be said. The moment was watershed.
The mist danced across my face warm as a summer breeze. Landing light as effervescence upon my skin. Time seemed to stand still when I realized it was blood, and reality came crashing in.
Everything moved in slow motion. The memories in my mind still play that way. As we gazed into the sunset of an ordinary day. I began to come around as his body struck the ground, taking cover I...
Nothing needed to be said. The moment was watershed.
The mist danced across my face warm as a summer breeze. Landing light as effervescence upon my skin. Time seemed to stand still when I realized it was blood, and reality came crashing in.
Everything moved in slow motion. The memories in my mind still play that way. As we gazed into the sunset of an ordinary day. I began to come around as his body struck the ground, taking cover I...
#beauty
#war
#death #memories
#death #memories
72 reads
6 Comments
jemac
Poem Published
16th Nov 2022 9:52pm
16th Nov 2022 9:52pm
snow fell silently
leaving its chilly disposition
clinging wherever
it chooses
white clouds draped
dressing everything
in new attire
color me Winter
🤍❄️🤍
leaving its chilly disposition
clinging wherever
it chooses
white clouds draped
dressing everything
in new attire
color me Winter
🤍❄️🤍
#beauty
#nature
#LifeAsAWriter
53 reads
3 Comments
Nilknarfar
Poem Published
15th Nov 2022 8:15pm
15th Nov 2022 8:15pm
Sculpture
I need to see her again
Before what’s left of her is erased
Reduced to a pile of memory dust
scattered among the ashes
Of a long gone day
Let my pencil be a sculptor
Pulling my fingers as it will
To chip away blank paper
Carving away line after line
Graphite emerging,
Revealing the perfect words
Stringing them together
Bringing to life all my favorite details
Black and white buffed to color and skin
And sound
And sight
And smell
Until it has revealed my love
And polished a perfect sculpture ...
Before what’s left of her is erased
Reduced to a pile of memory dust
scattered among the ashes
Of a long gone day
Let my pencil be a sculptor
Pulling my fingers as it will
To chip away blank paper
Carving away line after line
Graphite emerging,
Revealing the perfect words
Stringing them together
Bringing to life all my favorite details
Black and white buffed to color and skin
And sound
And sight
And smell
Until it has revealed my love
And polished a perfect sculpture ...
#love
#beauty
#memories
80 reads
1 Comment
Nilknarfar
Poem Published
15th Nov 2022 9:26am
15th Nov 2022 9:26am
The Wine Glass
Darling,
Your lipstick on the wineglass was my last sip of you. I put my fingers around yours, and drew a deep breath, putting my lips upon your rouge, as I savored the last drop of your chardonnay. The thought crossed my mind that we experienced the flavor together.
Then my heart raced when I realized mine was the richer experience. I tasted the last drop of you, along with that lonely drop of wine. Now, I can only long for another vintage of that blend.
Your lipstick on the wineglass was my last sip of you. I put my fingers around yours, and drew a deep breath, putting my lips upon your rouge, as I savored the last drop of your chardonnay. The thought crossed my mind that we experienced the flavor together.
Then my heart raced when I realized mine was the richer experience. I tasted the last drop of you, along with that lonely drop of wine. Now, I can only long for another vintage of that blend.
#love
#romantic
#beauty #FallingInLove
#beauty #FallingInLove
65 reads
0 Comments
Nilknarfar
Poem Published
14th Nov 2022 9:27pm
14th Nov 2022 9:27pm
Your Face
Your face
Your face is sweet like lemonade, strawberries and sunshine.
It calms me like a shady back porch on a cool summer day.
I could drive through your smile like a lake road painted with a deciduous palette.
It’s an ocean breeze sweeping up a sweet aroma from so many waves and their curly sea foam.
Your hair falls all around it like an old wise willow tree
It’s a night sky swirling a spilt milkshake of bright stars around my head.
It’s Love,
Lust,
Longing,
Belonging.
Your face is the last chapter of my favorite book.
Your face is sweet like lemonade, strawberries and sunshine.
It calms me like a shady back porch on a cool summer day.
I could drive through your smile like a lake road painted with a deciduous palette.
It’s an ocean breeze sweeping up a sweet aroma from so many waves and their curly sea foam.
Your hair falls all around it like an old wise willow tree
It’s a night sky swirling a spilt milkshake of bright stars around my head.
It’s Love,
Lust,
Longing,
Belonging.
Your face is the last chapter of my favorite book.
#love
#beauty
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