Poems About Beauty Seeking Honest Critique
#beauty
Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 6:50am
10th Apr 2025 6:50am
Wailing Notes And The Quiet Beyond Them
I stretch in crisp air
it’s so sharp it burns
I’m here haunting the grove
sun cutting through trees
in an elegant arc of beautiful
I watch phone-screen-zombies
lurch through the cascade of light
hunkered against their glowing screens
as if it alone provides warmth
locks on the case pop
the first note cries out
the sax’s curves as familiar
as walking
like sex beneath my
calloused fingers
I wait in the preternatural silence
drama in the scattered fields of ...
it’s so sharp it burns
I’m here haunting the grove
sun cutting through trees
in an elegant arc of beautiful
I watch phone-screen-zombies
lurch through the cascade of light
hunkered against their glowing screens
as if it alone provides warmth
locks on the case pop
the first note cries out
the sax’s curves as familiar
as walking
like sex beneath my
calloused fingers
I wait in the preternatural silence
drama in the scattered fields of ...
#admiration
#beauty
#crush
77 reads
4 Comments
Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 6:45am
3rd Apr 2025 6:45am
Let’s Take Each Other To Hell One Last Time
I’ve always had a way
with the petrified and scared
despite the way my body pulses
aposematic signals
from the scarred knuckles and hulking frame
to the frown lines etched into my face
and I wonder if it’s
because of a sympathetic-nervous-system response
reminiscent of the times I hid in a closet and read books
my small boy body discoloured in the hue
of the beating I took
adrenaline still pounding through my trembling flesh
or if it was because I didn’t care if I got hurt ...
with the petrified and scared
despite the way my body pulses
aposematic signals
from the scarred knuckles and hulking frame
to the frown lines etched into my face
and I wonder if it’s
because of a sympathetic-nervous-system response
reminiscent of the times I hid in a closet and read books
my small boy body discoloured in the hue
of the beating I took
adrenaline still pounding through my trembling flesh
or if it was because I didn’t care if I got hurt ...
#beauty
#forgiveness
118 reads
5 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
31st Mar 2025 1:38am
31st Mar 2025 1:38am
That Was Then. This Is Now.
At first, nobody liked Betty.
She was nothing more than a nerd.
But that was high school.
We saw her at Roger's bachelor party.
She looked so hot in that dress.
She was nothing more than a nerd.
But that was high school.
We saw her at Roger's bachelor party.
She looked so hot in that dress.
#beauty
#fiction
#nostalgia
#school
#seductive
66 reads
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Pratik
Poem Published
29th Mar 2025 3:19am
29th Mar 2025 3:19am
Bath with friend
#admiration
#beauty
172 reads
1 Comment
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
28th Mar 2025 2:07am
28th Mar 2025 2:07am
He Spotted Elizabeth Nude Sunbathing
David walked on the beach.
That's before he spotted Elizabeth nude sunbathing.
Then, the tide came in.
That made Elizabeth look up at David.
She stood and pulled his shorts down.
That's before he spotted Elizabeth nude sunbathing.
Then, the tide came in.
That made Elizabeth look up at David.
She stood and pulled his shorts down.
#beach
#beauty
#fiction
#friendship
#sex
151 reads
2 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
26th Mar 2025 6:24pm
26th Mar 2025 6:24pm
I gave you my love
Not exactly sure what you did with it
Couple of empty vodka bottles in the trash
You're still looking good for the camera
Back story
Star power
Salty tears
Hard work
You're like a stock I'm holding through losses
The minute I sell it, it goes up
Holding on
It's what we did before the fame
Innocence
Determination
No Botox baby
Couple of empty vodka bottles in the trash
You're still looking good for the camera
Back story
Star power
Salty tears
Hard work
You're like a stock I'm holding through losses
The minute I sell it, it goes up
Holding on
It's what we did before the fame
Innocence
Determination
No Botox baby
#beauty
#love
#PowerOfWords #risk
#PowerOfWords #risk
119 reads
14 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
24th Mar 2025 3:34pm
24th Mar 2025 3:34pm
Stand Tall
The giraffe, guardian of my spark,
stands tall, silent sentinel.
Guardian spirit, infinite vision,
its calm presence my soul dwells.
Its gaze sweeps across the broad horizon,
as if seeing beyond the passing of time.
With graceful steps, she walks firmly,
bringing serenity that aligns me.
Our hearts beat in harmony,
gentle strength in eternal vigil.
Neck that touches stars and ground.
Unites the worlds in full communion.
I am happy to harbor such charm
and in its shadow I find my cloak.
My soul, which...
stands tall, silent sentinel.
Guardian spirit, infinite vision,
its calm presence my soul dwells.
Its gaze sweeps across the broad horizon,
as if seeing beyond the passing of time.
With graceful steps, she walks firmly,
bringing serenity that aligns me.
Our hearts beat in harmony,
gentle strength in eternal vigil.
Neck that touches stars and ground.
Unites the worlds in full communion.
I am happy to harbor such charm
and in its shadow I find my cloak.
My soul, which...
#beauty
#happiness
#love
#nature
#spiritual
75 reads
6 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
14th Mar 2025 11:41pm
14th Mar 2025 11:41pm
Italian Sex Symbol
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 and 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 and 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
#nonfiction
#PopCulture
#sex
#admiration
98 reads
10 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 2:32am
8th Mar 2025 2:32am
One Comes To Work At The Wrong Time
Dave came to work early.
He saw Melissa naked in the studio.
Dave should've stayed with Lucy.
He saw Melissa naked in the studio.
Dave should've stayed with Lucy.
#beauty
#fiction
#friendship
#lover
#sex
175 reads
2 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 2:46pm
5th Mar 2025 2:46pm
How Sweet is This Coming!
I love who you are today,
your every panting breath,
your every child-like whimper.
Pressing deep, I think of
all your yesterdays—every
moment that has shaped you
into the woman I love today.
Oh God, how sweet is this coming!
your every panting breath,
your every child-like whimper.
Pressing deep, I think of
all your yesterdays—every
moment that has shaped you
into the woman I love today.
Oh God, how sweet is this coming!
#beauty
#childhood
#LifeCycle
#orgasm
#women
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 8:19pm
4th Mar 2025 8:19pm
What She Wanted To Know
Patricia looked at the mirror.
She's sexy enough for Jesse's pool party.
What she wanted to know.
She's sexy enough for Jesse's pool party.
What she wanted to know.
#acceptance
#beauty
#fiction
#friendship
#home
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PAR
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 10:04pm
3rd Mar 2025 10:04pm
Triumvirat - Spartacus
At fifteen, the music whirled in a time machine,
where Spartacus calls with symphonic gleam.
Keys cascade like ancient rivers’ stream,
echoing rebellion in a wild and fierce dream.
Synth notes rise like morning's first light.
With drums' thunderous roar Rome takes flight.
Heartbeats sync with the rhythm's might.
An empire's fall in the silent night.
Emotions surge in the flickering gleam
as history dances revealing its steam.
In the attic headphones tether the soul
each track pulls deeper making hearts whole.
Warrior’s cries...
where Spartacus calls with symphonic gleam.
Keys cascade like ancient rivers’ stream,
echoing rebellion in a wild and fierce dream.
Synth notes rise like morning's first light.
With drums' thunderous roar Rome takes flight.
Heartbeats sync with the rhythm's might.
An empire's fall in the silent night.
Emotions surge in the flickering gleam
as history dances revealing its steam.
In the attic headphones tether the soul
each track pulls deeper making hearts whole.
Warrior’s cries...
#beauty
#memories
#music #teens
#music #teens
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