Poems About Beauty Published by Members Recently Online
#beauty
Which Of Us Do You Want To Get It On With?
Uncle John
invited us to his
masquerade party where I spotted
two naked chicks wearing only jackets and stuff
from Battlestar Galactica and
they both looked at this guy
with a smile.
invited us to his
masquerade party where I spotted
two naked chicks wearing only jackets and stuff
from Battlestar Galactica and
they both looked at this guy
with a smile.
#beauty
#dialogue
#family
#fiction
#sex
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footfalls
she dreams
in pane-glass reflections
between here and now
lounging in the middle
of how
summer heat warms
her memories, nights
wrapped in his safe arms
but of hospital echos
and emptiness, too
she burgeons
from experience
shadows life's lead
garners meaning
independently
she desires a repeat
so thick in dreamery
the future appears oblique
a vertigo sense of being
If...
in pane-glass reflections
between here and now
lounging in the middle
of how
summer heat warms
her memories, nights
wrapped in his safe arms
but of hospital echos
and emptiness, too
she burgeons
from experience
shadows life's lead
garners meaning
independently
she desires a repeat
so thick in dreamery
the future appears oblique
a vertigo sense of being
If...
#love
#beauty
#nature
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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19 Comments
footfalls
she dreams
in pane-glass reflections
between here and now
lounging in the middle
of how
summer heat warms
her memories, nights
wrapped in his safe arms
but of hospital echos
and emptiness, too
she burgeons
from experience
shadows life's lead
garners meaning
independently
she desires a repeat
so thick in dreamery
the future appears oblique
a vertigo sense of being
If...
in pane-glass reflections
between here and now
lounging in the middle
of how
summer heat warms
her memories, nights
wrapped in his safe arms
but of hospital echos
and emptiness, too
she burgeons
from experience
shadows life's lead
garners meaning
independently
she desires a repeat
so thick in dreamery
the future appears oblique
a vertigo sense of being
If...
#love
#beauty
#nature
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
1055 reads
19 Comments
footfalls
she dreams
in pane-glass reflections
between here and now
lounging in the middle
of how
summer heat warms
her memories, nights
wrapped in his safe arms
but of hospital echos
and emptiness, too
she burgeons
from experience
shadows life's lead
garners meaning
independently
she desires a repeat
so thick in dreamery
the future appears oblique
a vertigo sense of being
If...
in pane-glass reflections
between here and now
lounging in the middle
of how
summer heat warms
her memories, nights
wrapped in his safe arms
but of hospital echos
and emptiness, too
she burgeons
from experience
shadows life's lead
garners meaning
independently
she desires a repeat
so thick in dreamery
the future appears oblique
a vertigo sense of being
If...
#love
#beauty
#nature
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
1055 reads
19 Comments
footfalls
she dreams
in pane-glass reflections
between here and now
lounging in the middle
of how
summer heat warms
her memories, nights
wrapped in his safe arms
but of hospital echos
and emptiness, too
she burgeons
from experience
shadows life's lead
garners meaning
independently
she desires a repeat
so thick in dreamery
the future appears oblique
a vertigo sense of being
If...
in pane-glass reflections
between here and now
lounging in the middle
of how
summer heat warms
her memories, nights
wrapped in his safe arms
but of hospital echos
and emptiness, too
she burgeons
from experience
shadows life's lead
garners meaning
independently
she desires a repeat
so thick in dreamery
the future appears oblique
a vertigo sense of being
If...
#love
#beauty
#nature
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
1055 reads
19 Comments
footfalls
she dreams
in pane-glass reflections
between here and now
lounging in the middle
of how
summer heat warms
her memories, nights
wrapped in his safe arms
but of hospital echos
and emptiness, too
she burgeons
from experience
shadows life's lead
garners meaning
independently
she desires a repeat
so thick in dreamery
the future appears oblique
a vertigo sense of being
If...
in pane-glass reflections
between here and now
lounging in the middle
of how
summer heat warms
her memories, nights
wrapped in his safe arms
but of hospital echos
and emptiness, too
she burgeons
from experience
shadows life's lead
garners meaning
independently
she desires a repeat
so thick in dreamery
the future appears oblique
a vertigo sense of being
If...
#love
#beauty
#nature
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
1055 reads
19 Comments
A Clovers View...
I am alone and just one, a clover low, upon this quiet plain,
My leaves wave gently, a simple emerald hue, drinking sunlight, dew, and rain.
Around me blooms of white and pink nestle, like kin, their beauty shows off to all,
We sway as soft whispers of the wind that teach us where to grow, showing us how to be strong and to survive against life's breath.
Above, the larks and sparrows sing, their melodies unfold, lingering sounds to the earth,
And I, a humble clover here, watch heaven’s songs retold as white clouds dance upon the blue skies.
The dandelions...
My leaves wave gently, a simple emerald hue, drinking sunlight, dew, and rain.
Around me blooms of white and pink nestle, like kin, their beauty shows off to all,
We sway as soft whispers of the wind that teach us where to grow, showing us how to be strong and to survive against life's breath.
Above, the larks and sparrows sing, their melodies unfold, lingering sounds to the earth,
And I, a humble clover here, watch heaven’s songs retold as white clouds dance upon the blue skies.
The dandelions...
#beauty
#LifeStruggles
#metaphor #nature
#metaphor #nature
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A Clovers View...
I am alone and just one, a clover low, upon this quiet plain,
My leaves wave gently, a simple emerald hue, drinking sunlight, dew, and rain.
Around me blooms of white and pink nestle, like kin, their beauty shows off to all,
We sway as soft whispers of the wind that teach us where to grow, showing us how to be strong and to survive against life's breath.
Above, the larks and sparrows sing, their melodies unfold, lingering sounds to the earth,
And I, a humble clover here, watch heaven’s songs retold as white clouds dance upon the blue skies.
The dandelions...
My leaves wave gently, a simple emerald hue, drinking sunlight, dew, and rain.
Around me blooms of white and pink nestle, like kin, their beauty shows off to all,
We sway as soft whispers of the wind that teach us where to grow, showing us how to be strong and to survive against life's breath.
Above, the larks and sparrows sing, their melodies unfold, lingering sounds to the earth,
And I, a humble clover here, watch heaven’s songs retold as white clouds dance upon the blue skies.
The dandelions...
#beauty
#LifeStruggles
#metaphor #nature
#metaphor #nature
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A Clovers View...
I am alone and just one, a clover low, upon this quiet plain,
My leaves wave gently, a simple emerald hue, drinking sunlight, dew, and rain.
Around me blooms of white and pink nestle, like kin, their beauty shows off to all,
We sway as soft whispers of the wind that teach us where to grow, showing us how to be strong and to survive against life's breath.
Above, the larks and sparrows sing, their melodies unfold, lingering sounds to the earth,
And I, a humble clover here, watch heaven’s songs retold as white clouds dance upon the blue skies.
The dandelions...
My leaves wave gently, a simple emerald hue, drinking sunlight, dew, and rain.
Around me blooms of white and pink nestle, like kin, their beauty shows off to all,
We sway as soft whispers of the wind that teach us where to grow, showing us how to be strong and to survive against life's breath.
Above, the larks and sparrows sing, their melodies unfold, lingering sounds to the earth,
And I, a humble clover here, watch heaven’s songs retold as white clouds dance upon the blue skies.
The dandelions...
#beauty
#LifeStruggles
#metaphor #nature
#metaphor #nature
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A Clovers View...
I am alone and just one, a clover low, upon this quiet plain,
My leaves wave gently, a simple emerald hue, drinking sunlight, dew, and rain.
Around me blooms of white and pink nestle, like kin, their beauty shows off to all,
We sway as soft whispers of the wind that teach us where to grow, showing us how to be strong and to survive against life's breath.
Above, the larks and sparrows sing, their melodies unfold, lingering sounds to the earth,
And I, a humble clover here, watch heaven’s songs retold as white clouds dance upon the blue skies.
The dandelions...
My leaves wave gently, a simple emerald hue, drinking sunlight, dew, and rain.
Around me blooms of white and pink nestle, like kin, their beauty shows off to all,
We sway as soft whispers of the wind that teach us where to grow, showing us how to be strong and to survive against life's breath.
Above, the larks and sparrows sing, their melodies unfold, lingering sounds to the earth,
And I, a humble clover here, watch heaven’s songs retold as white clouds dance upon the blue skies.
The dandelions...
#beauty
#LifeStruggles
#metaphor #nature
#metaphor #nature
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degrees of any metaphor will crumble before the absolute you
hatches out a disruptive dawn
stirring the naked singing skies
wakes up to a heavy bombastic note
a stunning lucid blow or a statement?
on the magical seamless verge
of whorling in dreams and blinking daylights
drills innumerous corroding holes
to this thickly throbbing heart
in a swimming to stuck in struggle
inbetween the churning out innards
and a now non-existent sketched out frame
so amorphously disintegrating in no time..
your words
oar backwards in lashing
pools of a consuming...
stirring the naked singing skies
wakes up to a heavy bombastic note
a stunning lucid blow or a statement?
on the magical seamless verge
of whorling in dreams and blinking daylights
drills innumerous corroding holes
to this thickly throbbing heart
in a swimming to stuck in struggle
inbetween the churning out innards
and a now non-existent sketched out frame
so amorphously disintegrating in no time..
your words
oar backwards in lashing
pools of a consuming...
#love
#hope
#beauty
#gratitude
#freedom
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7 Comments
degrees of any metaphor will crumble before the absolute you
hatches out a disruptive dawn
stirring the naked singing skies
wakes up to a heavy bombastic note
a stunning lucid blow or a statement?
on the magical seamless verge
of whorling in dreams and blinking daylights
drills innumerous corroding holes
to this thickly throbbing heart
in a swimming to stuck in struggle
inbetween the churning out innards
and a now non-existent sketched out frame
so amorphously disintegrating in no time..
your words
oar backwards in lashing
pools of a consuming...
stirring the naked singing skies
wakes up to a heavy bombastic note
a stunning lucid blow or a statement?
on the magical seamless verge
of whorling in dreams and blinking daylights
drills innumerous corroding holes
to this thickly throbbing heart
in a swimming to stuck in struggle
inbetween the churning out innards
and a now non-existent sketched out frame
so amorphously disintegrating in no time..
your words
oar backwards in lashing
pools of a consuming...
#love
#hope
#beauty
#gratitude
#freedom
550 reads
7 Comments
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