Long Poems About Beauty
#beauty
Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:45pm
Yesterday 8:45pm
We’re Here, f**k It, It’s Fine
We sit on the couch
the one you fucked up
the one I fucked you up on
your naked body pressed into mine
until the adrenaline, shock
and post coitus dopamine become more manageable
I hold your shivering body
knowing that I’m the net
that it means more than all the bravado
and dick swinging
that you need that soft space to land
because power suits and sweet-dagger-retorts
take their toll
sometime you need to be
you
trembling in that blushing hue
of...
the one you fucked up
the one I fucked you up on
your naked body pressed into mine
until the adrenaline, shock
and post coitus dopamine become more manageable
I hold your shivering body
knowing that I’m the net
that it means more than all the bravado
and dick swinging
that you need that soft space to land
because power suits and sweet-dagger-retorts
take their toll
sometime you need to be
you
trembling in that blushing hue
of...
#beauty
#obsession
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2 Comments
Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 5:50am
10th Apr 2025 5:50am
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 the glow
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...
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 the glow
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...
#admiration
#beauty
#crush
123 reads
6 Comments
Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 5:45am
3rd Apr 2025 5:45am
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
134 reads
5 Comments
Pratik
Poem Published
29th Mar 2025 3:19am
29th Mar 2025 3:19am
Bath with friend
#admiration
#beauty
181 reads
1 Comment
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 11:20am
7th Mar 2025 11:20am
N/A
as long as the orchestra "harmonizes"(as long as im "alive")- perhaps there's always a chance to potentially experience more; if the music "makes sense"- right?- should a possible "opened window?"- in a moment- be ignored?
I've.... procrastinated on permanently changing my middle name to "safe"- now how much sense does that actually make? - that's not quite how life's rhythm operates....
sade(the singer)- would say- "smooth" is the way; what is my...
I've.... procrastinated on permanently changing my middle name to "safe"- now how much sense does that actually make? - that's not quite how life's rhythm operates....
sade(the singer)- would say- "smooth" is the way; what is my...
#beauty
#crush
#LifeCycle
#SelfReflection
#women
121 reads
PAR
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 3:30pm
22nd Feb 2025 3:30pm
Autumn Leaves
I am surrounded by autumn leaves,
Their vibrant hues of crimson and gold,
Whispering tales of change and beauty.
The crisp air carries the scent of earth,
Dew-kissed mornings, and evenings in twilight,
Leaves gently falling like nature's confetti.
I walk through a carpet of russet and amber,
Each step a reminder of the cycle of life,
Nature's quiet song echoing in my heart.
The trees stand tall, their branches bare,
Yet full of grace and dignity,
Revealing the sky in its clear, blue splendor.
In this...
Their vibrant hues of crimson and gold,
Whispering tales of change and beauty.
The crisp air carries the scent of earth,
Dew-kissed mornings, and evenings in twilight,
Leaves gently falling like nature's confetti.
I walk through a carpet of russet and amber,
Each step a reminder of the cycle of life,
Nature's quiet song echoing in my heart.
The trees stand tall, their branches bare,
Yet full of grace and dignity,
Revealing the sky in its clear, blue splendor.
In this...
#beauty
#fall
#forest
#nature
#trees
109 reads
8 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
10th Feb 2025 9:18am
10th Feb 2025 9:18am
the royal stone street 42
The Royal Stonestreet 42
In the house in Stavanger, Norway, where I grew up four families were living in poverty after the war in 1945, well, poverty was relative as we were able to survive without social interference
In the basement, an elderly man had two bedrooms and a kitchen he had to share every Saturday when the women were washing clothes and ironing
The elderly man was mysterious he had female visits every so often, who drank and fought when the police were called the women had to leave, but the old man was not arrested, it turned out he had been a...
In the house in Stavanger, Norway, where I grew up four families were living in poverty after the war in 1945, well, poverty was relative as we were able to survive without social interference
In the basement, an elderly man had two bedrooms and a kitchen he had to share every Saturday when the women were washing clothes and ironing
The elderly man was mysterious he had female visits every so often, who drank and fought when the police were called the women had to leave, but the old man was not arrested, it turned out he had been a...
#admiration
#beauty
#boyfriend #dating
#boyfriend #dating
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0 Comments
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 7:18pm
8th Feb 2025 7:18pm
VIRGINITY
With such class and sheer elegance
Her demeanor called for reverence.
Like winter-white fresh-fallen snow
Her nudity covering [skin] reflected a radiant glow.
Wholesome and complete, her barren womb
Fertile-ready for a love seed to bloom
When the time be right
And when glistening stars would shine bright.
There she walked with a humble stride
Simple with every step and soft strides of an innocent bride
Her body full of radiant light
The winter-white virgin is her husband’s delight.
Pure and transparent as summer rain
Her...
Her demeanor called for reverence.
Like winter-white fresh-fallen snow
Her nudity covering [skin] reflected a radiant glow.
Wholesome and complete, her barren womb
Fertile-ready for a love seed to bloom
When the time be right
And when glistening stars would shine bright.
There she walked with a humble stride
Simple with every step and soft strides of an innocent bride
Her body full of radiant light
The winter-white virgin is her husband’s delight.
Pure and transparent as summer rain
Her...
#admiration
#beauty
#FallingInLove
#FirstLove
#husband
4 reads
1 Comment
Pratik
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 5:45am
1st Feb 2025 5:45am
A little secrect on the bench
I’ve always loved wearing short skirts to college. They make me feel confident, playful, and, let’s be honest, a little bit of a tease. Today was no different—I had on my favorite short skirt, paired with a cute top, feeling good as I walked into class.
Since all the benches were full, I had to sit next to a guy who seemed a little shy. From the moment I sat down, I could tell he wasn’t entirely comfortable. He kept shifting in his seat, avoiding eye contact, and stealing quick glances at my legs whenever he thought I wasn’t looking. It was adorable, really.
As the...
Since all the benches were full, I had to sit next to a guy who seemed a little shy. From the moment I sat down, I could tell he wasn’t entirely comfortable. He kept shifting in his seat, avoiding eye contact, and stealing quick glances at my legs whenever he thought I wasn’t looking. It was adorable, really.
As the...
#admiration
#beauty
219 reads
1 Comment
BlkLyrycE
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 4:14pm
13th Jan 2025 4:14pm
A Sober Man's Heart
A Sober Man’s Heart
“The triangular theory of love holds that love can be understood in terms of three components that together can be viewed as forming the vertices of a triangle. The triangle is used as a metaphor rather than as a strict geometric model. These three components are intimacy, passion, and decision/commitment. Each component manifests a different aspect of love.” – Robert J. Sternberg
I can picture the sun reflecting from off the surface of your skin
The aroma of coconut and vanilla dancing off the miniature hairs that are reemerging from out of...
“The triangular theory of love holds that love can be understood in terms of three components that together can be viewed as forming the vertices of a triangle. The triangle is used as a metaphor rather than as a strict geometric model. These three components are intimacy, passion, and decision/commitment. Each component manifests a different aspect of love.” – Robert J. Sternberg
I can picture the sun reflecting from off the surface of your skin
The aroma of coconut and vanilla dancing off the miniature hairs that are reemerging from out of...
#admiration
#beauty
#honesty
#ILoveYou
#love
260 reads
5 Comments
BaldyBrown
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 6:30am
7th Jan 2025 6:30am
Song to Aioue
#admiration
#beauty
#ForbiddenLove #shadows
#ForbiddenLove #shadows
158 reads
0 Comments
Da_kwesta
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 11:52pm
8th Dec 2024 11:52pm
Eulogy for a Phantom
She emerged from the tide at twilight,
her silhouette carved of obsidian and moonlight.
Hair that could snare the stars hung damp
with brine and mystery, each strand a story
that time itself dared not unravel.
Her eyes were twin storms—
not of fire and rain, but of forgotten galaxies,
swirling with a gravity that unmade me.
In her gaze, a thousand lifetimes echoed,
a siren’s lament calling me home
to shores I’d never known.
Smoke curled from the horizon,
a strange, metallic haze
that whispered of ruin long past. ...
her silhouette carved of obsidian and moonlight.
Hair that could snare the stars hung damp
with brine and mystery, each strand a story
that time itself dared not unravel.
Her eyes were twin storms—
not of fire and rain, but of forgotten galaxies,
swirling with a gravity that unmade me.
In her gaze, a thousand lifetimes echoed,
a siren’s lament calling me home
to shores I’d never known.
Smoke curled from the horizon,
a strange, metallic haze
that whispered of ruin long past. ...
#beauty
#heartbroken
#love
179 reads
2 Comments
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