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.
The Siren
Recently, I encountered a woman,
Alluring as can be.
Modeling her features,
She appears to be a celebrity,
As polished skin is not just granted to anyone.
Her coal highlights formed to a helix,
Carve out prominent features,
Including her round, aloe eyes.
The unexpected candy glaze dripped from her lips,
Intoxication of wine clouding all judgment,
With milky teeth curving into a smirk.
God, was she charming,
Poise surrounding her figure,
Confidence sweating in her presence.
Adored by all who glanced,
Doors...
Alluring as can be.
Modeling her features,
She appears to be a celebrity,
As polished skin is not just granted to anyone.
Her coal highlights formed to a helix,
Carve out prominent features,
Including her round, aloe eyes.
The unexpected candy glaze dripped from her lips,
Intoxication of wine clouding all judgment,
With milky teeth curving into a smirk.
God, was she charming,
Poise surrounding her figure,
Confidence sweating in her presence.
Adored by all who glanced,
Doors...
#beauty
#deception
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if i could see you again *
if i
could see
you again
for the
first time,
two people
broken
somewhere
then proceed,
starving,
in her
white
cotton dress,
feeling it
against
her ankles,
when i
come home.
could see
you again
for the
first time,
two people
broken
somewhere
then proceed,
starving,
in her
white
cotton dress,
feeling it
against
her ankles,
when i
come home.
#romantic
#beauty
#admiration
#respect
#crush
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GODDESS of ITALIAN CINEMEA
Premonitions of Edwidge Fenech casts a spell over me
Mesmerizing beauty
Italian actress from the early 1970’s
Perfumed with a lethal dose of mystery & crime
Giallo Cinema
Her black cat eyes lure me in all the time
5 bambole per la luna d'agosto
Who done it?
Tutti i colori del buio
Will she survive?
Perché quelle strane gocce di sangue sul corpo di Jennifer?
Will she remove her clothes?
Il tuo vizio è una stanza chiusa e solo io ne ho la chiave
Eroticism par excellence
Mesmerizing beauty
Italian actress from the early 1970’s
Perfumed with a lethal dose of mystery & crime
Giallo Cinema
Her black cat eyes lure me in all the time
5 bambole per la luna d'agosto
Who done it?
Tutti i colori del buio
Will she survive?
Perché quelle strane gocce di sangue sul corpo di Jennifer?
Will she remove her clothes?
Il tuo vizio è una stanza chiusa e solo io ne ho la chiave
Eroticism par excellence
#beauty
#PopCulture
#nonfiction
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(Her)
Fuck, can I miss
Her.
Sure, peace
support
care
sex and
all the other masculine platitudes,
really more than any fella-
let alone one beset by
this
affliction could ever ask for- in this indifferent place
at that.
Though I should say
I partake of the fruits
begat of
this, wretched gift, an improper
fraction—
Astute. Aimless, Agony
—bittersweet as it is,
enables me to miss
the little things, too.
I miss the blood-red twilight sun
licking the horizon through
The window...
Her.
Sure, peace
support
care
sex and
all the other masculine platitudes,
really more than any fella-
let alone one beset by
this
affliction could ever ask for- in this indifferent place
at that.
Though I should say
I partake of the fruits
begat of
this, wretched gift, an improper
fraction—
Astute. Aimless, Agony
—bittersweet as it is,
enables me to miss
the little things, too.
I miss the blood-red twilight sun
licking the horizon through
The window...
#love
#relationships
#romantic #beauty
#romantic #beauty
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Senryu - Ponder 9
Waves caress warm skin
sunrise accentuates curves
serene sand-kissed nymph
Image by Norb, found on Pexel
sunrise accentuates curves
serene sand-kissed nymph
Image by Norb, found on Pexel
#romantic
#beauty
#sea
#beach
#nature
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unrestrained emotion
unrestrained
emotion,
your
pale smile
decorated
my morning,
we slept
and woke,
caressing hands
secretly touching,
what
went on
in between
our quiet
walls,
we kept
between us.
emotion,
your
pale smile
decorated
my morning,
we slept
and woke,
caressing hands
secretly touching,
what
went on
in between
our quiet
walls,
we kept
between us.
#relationships
#romantic
#beauty
#admiration
#dating
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canvas shoes in Kinshasa
The canvas shoes in Kinshasa
Once when the time was right
A sweet girl had her picture taken
because she was seven years old
and in her mind, almost a grown-up
Dressed in a white blouse and skirt
pressing a pair of white canvas shoes
to her chest
New and not worn by anyone,
hers alone, she had refused to put
them on, they were going to last
forever and ever.
little girls to grow, and one day, she
was a beautiful young woman and
married the man she desired
Five children they had, but tragedy
struck, she...
Once when the time was right
A sweet girl had her picture taken
because she was seven years old
and in her mind, almost a grown-up
Dressed in a white blouse and skirt
pressing a pair of white canvas shoes
to her chest
New and not worn by anyone,
hers alone, she had refused to put
them on, they were going to last
forever and ever.
little girls to grow, and one day, she
was a beautiful young woman and
married the man she desired
Five children they had, but tragedy
struck, she...
#boyfriend
#beauty
#FallingInLove
#dating
#crush
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The Orchid Garden
A kaleidiscope of colourful things
That filled the air with splendour
Delivered to the eyes on butterfly wings
On an orchid garden meandor
There were paradise birds
And beautiful flowers
And plants that were wonderfully extreme
There were antelope herds
And weather tight bowers
And the world was a beautiful dream
As all around
I stood spellbound
With not so much as a "beg your pardon"
A sweet trilling sound
That was rarely found
Was there to see, in the orchid garden
by Jemia
That filled the air with splendour
Delivered to the eyes on butterfly wings
On an orchid garden meandor
There were paradise birds
And beautiful flowers
And plants that were wonderfully extreme
There were antelope herds
And weather tight bowers
And the world was a beautiful dream
As all around
I stood spellbound
With not so much as a "beg your pardon"
A sweet trilling sound
That was rarely found
Was there to see, in the orchid garden
by Jemia
#beauty
#dreams
#nature
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The Plume Of She
there was no
foreseeable poem on my horizon
until she strutted by
epitomizing sheer poetry in slowed-motion
kaleidoscopic...damn i couldn't stop it
got me stuck between the realm of boys to men
brought back a remembered joy to pen
waxing rhapsodic...I got it bad
watching her move from a figment
to the firmament of my swooning imagination
cascading down in a technicolor gown
brown skin crowned by a natural grown afro
smearing pastels and oil paints ...
foreseeable poem on my horizon
until she strutted by
epitomizing sheer poetry in slowed-motion
kaleidoscopic...damn i couldn't stop it
got me stuck between the realm of boys to men
brought back a remembered joy to pen
waxing rhapsodic...I got it bad
watching her move from a figment
to the firmament of my swooning imagination
cascading down in a technicolor gown
brown skin crowned by a natural grown afro
smearing pastels and oil paints ...
#women
#beauty
#inspirational #WritingPoetry
#inspirational #WritingPoetry
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3 Birds
In the silence of the night,
when the moon rises,
the sounds of the forest come to life,
And the winged creatures awaken,
each with its own unique melody.
The hoot of owl, wise and lonely,
call that echoes through the tall trees,
song of mystery and contemplation
that invites you to explore the unknown.
The macaw, with its vibrant feathers,
shouts to the sky in an explosion of colors.
Voice that resonates like a ray of sunlight,
happy and exuberant, like a carnival.
And the potoo, the ghost of the night, ...
when the moon rises,
the sounds of the forest come to life,
And the winged creatures awaken,
each with its own unique melody.
The hoot of owl, wise and lonely,
call that echoes through the tall trees,
song of mystery and contemplation
that invites you to explore the unknown.
The macaw, with its vibrant feathers,
shouts to the sky in an explosion of colors.
Voice that resonates like a ray of sunlight,
happy and exuberant, like a carnival.
And the potoo, the ghost of the night, ...
#beauty
#birds
#nature
#spiritual
#music
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our first meeting
our first
meeting,
by chance,
was a hot
communication,
for each
question
i asked,
she held
the answers
i needed,
a night
of carnal
desires,
sweat,
ideas
worked out
between us,
come morning
we each
went our
separate way.
meeting,
by chance,
was a hot
communication,
for each
question
i asked,
she held
the answers
i needed,
a night
of carnal
desires,
sweat,
ideas
worked out
between us,
come morning
we each
went our
separate way.
#lust
#romantic
#beauty
#passion
#obsession
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Drinking the Ocean
I want to drown in a sea of semen
A million men each sucked to completion
I saw my dad’s penis, that’s the reason
I need to suck ‘em all to get even
I’m so sorry dad, but I’m not joking
You’re the reason I’m on my knees choking
On big dicks trying to take the whole thing
Gulping down cum like its not revolting
A million men each sucked to completion
I saw my dad’s penis, that’s the reason
I need to suck ‘em all to get even
I’m so sorry dad, but I’m not joking
You’re the reason I’m on my knees choking
On big dicks trying to take the whole thing
Gulping down cum like its not revolting
#father
#erotic
#beauty
#shame
#respect
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