Long Poems About Beauty
#beauty
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
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Old Folks, Beauty, Strength and Emotion
i remember grandpa had hands of wood, haired like a hedgehog.
a rifle hang on his living room walls, dating from French colonialism.
A handicrafted fine curiosity,bequeathed by a noble resident Frenchman ,
a fair colonial who rejected the war, abhorred the carnage
and massacre perpetrated against the unarmed people..
He left all his properties to grandpa for being friendly,
loyal and workaholic server, and a faithful gate guardian;
He left a treasury among which a double barrel rifle,
and even an elegant glossy closet and...
a rifle hang on his living room walls, dating from French colonialism.
A handicrafted fine curiosity,bequeathed by a noble resident Frenchman ,
a fair colonial who rejected the war, abhorred the carnage
and massacre perpetrated against the unarmed people..
He left all his properties to grandpa for being friendly,
loyal and workaholic server, and a faithful gate guardian;
He left a treasury among which a double barrel rifle,
and even an elegant glossy closet and...
#beauty
#culture
#identity #morality
#identity #morality
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Meeting In The Ladies Room II
Just a nighty reality check for the ladies, so listen up, we are in a new month and a new year, there are little offerings we can give our bodies to keep it functioning, to promote a healthy living.
Happy New Year to everyone.
We are in the season referred to, as Old Man Winter, the time the skin loses its hydration, the dry hands/feet, and crackling lips.
Ladies, to maintain that suppleness to the dermis skin you must use a less abrasive skin regiment, I must add, the proper way I would say, is to wash your face upon your Grand Rising, in...
Happy New Year to everyone.
We are in the season referred to, as Old Man Winter, the time the skin loses its hydration, the dry hands/feet, and crackling lips.
Ladies, to maintain that suppleness to the dermis skin you must use a less abrasive skin regiment, I must add, the proper way I would say, is to wash your face upon your Grand Rising, in...
#TruthOfLife
#feminism
#philosophical
#beauty
#vanity
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SHE...
#kindness
#beauty
#honesty
#gratitude
#admiration
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Back in the Day
#romantic
#beauty
#FallingInLove
#crush
#obsession
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You Are Enough
Dear Ladies
You are not pretty enough
That's the message you hear every day
They may not say it like that But
they do in there own way
So I wanna tell you something
You may not be pretty enough
But you are beautiful
See being britty is cool
But it don't last
The more you obsess
over the body you have
The more you will feel pain
Cause see one day the prettiness
that you charrish o so much
Will fade
And you won't be able to use
Juno, lock or villincy
Or filter it in away ...
You are not pretty enough
That's the message you hear every day
They may not say it like that But
they do in there own way
So I wanna tell you something
You may not be pretty enough
But you are beautiful
See being britty is cool
But it don't last
The more you obsess
over the body you have
The more you will feel pain
Cause see one day the prettiness
that you charrish o so much
Will fade
And you won't be able to use
Juno, lock or villincy
Or filter it in away ...
#women
#beauty
#TruthOfLife #feminism
#TruthOfLife #feminism
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Just My Imagination
#happiness
#beauty
#admiration
#sensual
#emotions
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Digging Deep One More Hole
I never meant to be so heartless, yet sentiment can't help explain.
It seems a means to an end regardless, if there is proof to fault or blame.
Another night is spent in darkness, judgement and level head is regained.
Day break is civilized, Dawn is harmless. Now that I'm civil once again.
As I dig in the dark near the car I have parked, so the headlights can shine-
Cause without them I'm blind. Hours ago I awoke to a timeline that broke.
Look passed mirrors through smoke. Tricks were played on my mind.
It's true when they say that time flies,...
It seems a means to an end regardless, if there is proof to fault or blame.
Another night is spent in darkness, judgement and level head is regained.
Day break is civilized, Dawn is harmless. Now that I'm civil once again.
As I dig in the dark near the car I have parked, so the headlights can shine-
Cause without them I'm blind. Hours ago I awoke to a timeline that broke.
Look passed mirrors through smoke. Tricks were played on my mind.
It's true when they say that time flies,...
#beauty
#fiction
#narrative
#ShortStory
#revenge
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The Skin in Pieces
An oil painting,
made during the Renaissance,
with cracks,
cracked, with cracks;
with deep wrinkles.
A masterpiece
of a painter
who did not accept
the title of painter.
An enigmatic smile,
squint,
hypnotic look,
a burning background,
surreal impressions
in the retinas of those who look
that look,
who surrenders to a smile,
who wanted
to be as good a painter as that scientist;
Who reads the cracks
on the surface of the skin, oil,
from the board;
who thinks it's about time ...
made during the Renaissance,
with cracks,
cracked, with cracks;
with deep wrinkles.
A masterpiece
of a painter
who did not accept
the title of painter.
An enigmatic smile,
squint,
hypnotic look,
a burning background,
surreal impressions
in the retinas of those who look
that look,
who surrenders to a smile,
who wanted
to be as good a painter as that scientist;
Who reads the cracks
on the surface of the skin, oil,
from the board;
who thinks it's about time ...
#love
#beauty
#art
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Bolshoi Barista
Bolshoi Barista
“Your poses would do a ballerina proud.”
“Glad you noticed. I wear the tights so customers like you can see the nutcracker while ordering coffee.”
“Well honestly I would never have made that association but now that you mention it you could be Clara.”
“Ah, a man who knows his ballet. But surely I am an all-grown-up Clara. After all my curves are those of a twenty-year-old Bolshoi dancer.”
“Yes, indeed I can see that plain as day. You must be at least in your twenties.”
“Hey, I am a freshman...
“Your poses would do a ballerina proud.”
“Glad you noticed. I wear the tights so customers like you can see the nutcracker while ordering coffee.”
“Well honestly I would never have made that association but now that you mention it you could be Clara.”
“Ah, a man who knows his ballet. But surely I am an all-grown-up Clara. After all my curves are those of a twenty-year-old Bolshoi dancer.”
“Yes, indeed I can see that plain as day. You must be at least in your twenties.”
“Hey, I am a freshman...
#romantic
#beauty
#coffee
#funny
#dance
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Shaking the Stage: A Stripper's Journey to Self-Discovery and Empowerment
Prior to my interview with Dynasty, I recognized the importance of capturing the stories of my sisters who had danced at Big Daddy's in their own words. I provided them with a list of questions to answer about their time at the club, believing that their personal accounts would provide valuable insights into the exotic dance industry on Bourbon Street. By giving them the opportunity to share their experiences, I hoped to shed light on the realities of our profession and the unique challenges that we faced. It was essential to me that their voices are heard, and their stories were told with...
#beauty
#art
#dance
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The Earth Speaks with Anger
I am Earth; I am a life form that can live forever.
My formation is a spectacle to behold.
I am the most beautiful planet in the constellation.
From my soil, humans were taken.
And to my soil, they will certainly return.
Mortal beings have a short lifespan.
I keep all creatures alive for a limited time.
Mankind is an undesirable being.
I regret that man was made out of my resources.
Foolish humans have polluted my atmosphere.
I can hardly protect myself from the sun.
They have spoiled my beauty with deforestation.
My pure water...
My formation is a spectacle to behold.
I am the most beautiful planet in the constellation.
From my soil, humans were taken.
And to my soil, they will certainly return.
Mortal beings have a short lifespan.
I keep all creatures alive for a limited time.
Mankind is an undesirable being.
I regret that man was made out of my resources.
Foolish humans have polluted my atmosphere.
I can hardly protect myself from the sun.
They have spoiled my beauty with deforestation.
My pure water...
#beauty
#death
#earth
#pollution
#humankind
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Beauty