Poems About Beauty Seeking Honest Critique
#beauty
Dreamer4ever1979
Poem Published
11th Aug 2024 00:34am
11th Aug 2024 00:34am
Lady Encounter
#beauty
#love
#romantic #sensual
#romantic #sensual
143 reads
0 Comments
Devyn
Poem Published
5th Aug 2024 4:15am
5th Aug 2024 4:15am
Mutilation.
#abuse
#beauty
#relationships
93 reads
7 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
4th Aug 2024 2:18pm
4th Aug 2024 2:18pm
Breasts in Morning Light
Gentle mounds of flesh rest peacefully
bleached by the glow of morning light.
Her nipples poised on pepperoni-sized areoles
are now soft and placid as am I.
This was my first good look at her breasts.
I gazed long at their shape and remembered
how I’d nibbled at their gummy-bear like texture
only hours before. They were as sweet.
bleached by the glow of morning light.
Her nipples poised on pepperoni-sized areoles
are now soft and placid as am I.
This was my first good look at her breasts.
I gazed long at their shape and remembered
how I’d nibbled at their gummy-bear like texture
only hours before. They were as sweet.
#beauty
#sex
339 reads
2 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2024 6:21am
2nd Aug 2024 6:21am
LONG HAIR
#beauty
#erotic
#rhyming
226 reads
2 Comments
HellBellsPixie
Luna Belle
Luna Belle
Poem Published
1st Aug 2024 6:50pm
1st Aug 2024 6:50pm
Still Water
If only I could touch my soul through this mirror
And watch the ripples like slicing still water,
Maybe I could stir up the livelihood of spring time and wildflowers.
Plant something beautiful within me
And watch the ripples like slicing still water,
Maybe I could stir up the livelihood of spring time and wildflowers.
Plant something beautiful within me
#beauty
#confessional
#conflict
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
88 reads
1 Comment
Michaelpoet
Poem Published
25th Jul 2024 7:07am
25th Jul 2024 7:07am
September
#beauty
#FallingInLove
#relationships
104 reads
4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
21st Jul 2024 11:39pm
21st Jul 2024 11:39pm
Last Thoughts...
If I should die before I wake
the last thing on my mind
will be a vision of your face
and of your pert behind.
And thus to heaven I will go,
at least in final thought,
to match all of my dreams of you
with all the love we wrought.
I know that you will bind my sonnets,
including quite a few,
where I clearly thought of nothing
but making love to you.
All the others are second best
except for when the moon
competed with your beauty glow...
to make your poet swoon.
the last thing on my mind
will be a vision of your face
and of your pert behind.
And thus to heaven I will go,
at least in final thought,
to match all of my dreams of you
with all the love we wrought.
I know that you will bind my sonnets,
including quite a few,
where I clearly thought of nothing
but making love to you.
All the others are second best
except for when the moon
competed with your beauty glow...
to make your poet swoon.
#beauty
#love
#romantic #wife
#romantic #wife
317 reads
11 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
20th Jul 2024 4:39am
20th Jul 2024 4:39am
Mirabelle
Well hung from the boughs of our orchard tree
is a ripening crop of golden plums
as fresh and heavenly as when she comes...
unto the juicy knowledge tree with me
to study there what's wholesome, and a treat,
in all manner of manna from above
that lands in the laps of luxury and love
in a nuptial carnality complete
with the redolence of midsummer heat,
like a Degas portrait in thick crayons
crowning brown nipples on bosom bronze,
and lissome legs, ankles, and supple feet,
saucing her succulence to soon subsume...
the weathered...
is a ripening crop of golden plums
as fresh and heavenly as when she comes...
unto the juicy knowledge tree with me
to study there what's wholesome, and a treat,
in all manner of manna from above
that lands in the laps of luxury and love
in a nuptial carnality complete
with the redolence of midsummer heat,
like a Degas portrait in thick crayons
crowning brown nipples on bosom bronze,
and lissome legs, ankles, and supple feet,
saucing her succulence to soon subsume...
the weathered...
#beauty
#crush
#love
#romantic
#wife
260 reads
6 Comments
4Her411
Poem Published
16th Jul 2024 8:23pm
16th Jul 2024 8:23pm
I went back in time
I went back in time
deep under ground poetry
To find poem of mine
what did I find
a roller coaster ride
back in time
up and down round and round
yet one thing I found
love was always commend ground
we started with a blank page
a virgin dance floor a love was made
the hardwood was that first step
beneath those dim light
our hearts did dance
the two step and swing
we dance to everything
feeling we couldn't ignored
your hand on my shoulder
mine on your hip
moving smooth like ice skaters doing...
deep under ground poetry
To find poem of mine
what did I find
a roller coaster ride
back in time
up and down round and round
yet one thing I found
love was always commend ground
we started with a blank page
a virgin dance floor a love was made
the hardwood was that first step
beneath those dim light
our hearts did dance
the two step and swing
we dance to everything
feeling we couldn't ignored
your hand on my shoulder
mine on your hip
moving smooth like ice skaters doing...
#beauty
#forgiveness
#happiness
#love
#wife
113 reads
0 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
9th Jul 2024 8:32pm
9th Jul 2024 8:32pm
Liliia and the Russian Sniper
The bombing sirens were deafening inside the city. As she came to the edge of the building, she peered around the edge. There was a lull in the shooting. She was 15. Her name was Liliia. She loved her name. Her mother had taught her it meant purity, beauty, and renewal. Her mother would say, "You're my little flower."
Liliia put away her thoughts and ran toward the government building across the street where she knew there was a bomb shelter. She felt the power of her lanky legs, accustomed to running and dancing in school competitions. She pictured the trophies in her...
Liliia put away her thoughts and ran toward the government building across the street where she knew there was a bomb shelter. She felt the power of her lanky legs, accustomed to running and dancing in school competitions. She pictured the trophies in her...
#beauty
#death
#erotic
210 reads
1 Comment
MelancholicMike
Poem Published
9th Jul 2024 1:19pm
9th Jul 2024 1:19pm
Photograph
My conscious mind of gloom
The urge to air it out
Hopeless days are behind me
I look up to the stars and reminisce
Am I a mere reflection of myself
Or whom I paint to be
A perfect picture
Can breath out a smile in me
Always peeking from the sidelines ,
wondering if she'd let me in
Burns in my insides
I'm so keen to the wind
What mysteries lie beneath your gray
Be all beauty be beautiful ,
yet not all beautiful be beauty
This encompasses your frame
Often challenging to settle at times
The weight...
The urge to air it out
Hopeless days are behind me
I look up to the stars and reminisce
Am I a mere reflection of myself
Or whom I paint to be
A perfect picture
Can breath out a smile in me
Always peeking from the sidelines ,
wondering if she'd let me in
Burns in my insides
I'm so keen to the wind
What mysteries lie beneath your gray
Be all beauty be beautiful ,
yet not all beautiful be beauty
This encompasses your frame
Often challenging to settle at times
The weight...
#admiration
#beauty
#happiness
#hope
#inspirational
142 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
8th Jul 2024 2:49am
8th Jul 2024 2:49am
Celebrity
I stared into the new moon sky,
black as can be, but for the stars,
shining like Hollywood memoirs
Tallulah Bankhead wouldn't try:
taboo pinpricks in the void
only some great hubris discerns
when falling from more graceful turns,
like Satan, cast out and annoyed...
or starlets in their boudoir robes
pirouetting in bold display
back in the golden age of day
like angels on their astral globes.
But night knows not of graciousness
without the rondure of the moon
reflecting into spaciousness...
the...
black as can be, but for the stars,
shining like Hollywood memoirs
Tallulah Bankhead wouldn't try:
taboo pinpricks in the void
only some great hubris discerns
when falling from more graceful turns,
like Satan, cast out and annoyed...
or starlets in their boudoir robes
pirouetting in bold display
back in the golden age of day
like angels on their astral globes.
But night knows not of graciousness
without the rondure of the moon
reflecting into spaciousness...
the...
#admiration
#beauty
#moon
243 reads
14 Comments
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