Poems About Beauty Published by Members Recently Online
#beauty
Musical Upbringing
When I am most down,
doubting my purpose,
my worth, my utility;
the missing salve
for my wounded heart
is the sound of
a familiar melody
the words and music
long since
tattooed on my brain.
That when played,
with me singing along,
transports me to
the place and time
when first I heard
it's happy, sometimes
melancholy refrain.
My path, is much smoother
when paved
with measures
of soul satisfying notes
songs that give voice
to my innermost thoughts.
And give wings
to my...
doubting my purpose,
my worth, my utility;
the missing salve
for my wounded heart
is the sound of
a familiar melody
the words and music
long since
tattooed on my brain.
That when played,
with me singing along,
transports me to
the place and time
when first I heard
it's happy, sometimes
melancholy refrain.
My path, is much smoother
when paved
with measures
of soul satisfying notes
songs that give voice
to my innermost thoughts.
And give wings
to my...
#happiness
#sadness
#love
#beauty
#music
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Musical Upbringing
When I am most down,
doubting my purpose,
my worth, my utility;
the missing salve
for my wounded heart
is the sound of
a familiar melody
the words and music
long since
tattooed on my brain.
That when played,
with me singing along,
transports me to
the place and time
when first I heard
it's happy, sometimes
melancholy refrain.
My path, is much smoother
when paved
with measures
of soul satisfying notes
songs that give voice
to my innermost thoughts.
And give wings
to my...
doubting my purpose,
my worth, my utility;
the missing salve
for my wounded heart
is the sound of
a familiar melody
the words and music
long since
tattooed on my brain.
That when played,
with me singing along,
transports me to
the place and time
when first I heard
it's happy, sometimes
melancholy refrain.
My path, is much smoother
when paved
with measures
of soul satisfying notes
songs that give voice
to my innermost thoughts.
And give wings
to my...
#happiness
#sadness
#love
#beauty
#music
175 reads
2 Comments
Musical Upbringing
When I am most down,
doubting my purpose,
my worth, my utility;
the missing salve
for my wounded heart
is the sound of
a familiar melody
the words and music
long since
tattooed on my brain.
That when played,
with me singing along,
transports me to
the place and time
when first I heard
it's happy, sometimes
melancholy refrain.
My path, is much smoother
when paved
with measures
of soul satisfying notes
songs that give voice
to my innermost thoughts.
And give wings
to my...
doubting my purpose,
my worth, my utility;
the missing salve
for my wounded heart
is the sound of
a familiar melody
the words and music
long since
tattooed on my brain.
That when played,
with me singing along,
transports me to
the place and time
when first I heard
it's happy, sometimes
melancholy refrain.
My path, is much smoother
when paved
with measures
of soul satisfying notes
songs that give voice
to my innermost thoughts.
And give wings
to my...
#happiness
#sadness
#love
#beauty
#music
175 reads
2 Comments
Musical Upbringing
When I am most down,
doubting my purpose,
my worth, my utility;
the missing salve
for my wounded heart
is the sound of
a familiar melody
the words and music
long since
tattooed on my brain.
That when played,
with me singing along,
transports me to
the place and time
when first I heard
it's happy, sometimes
melancholy refrain.
My path, is much smoother
when paved
with measures
of soul satisfying notes
songs that give voice
to my innermost thoughts.
And give wings
to my...
doubting my purpose,
my worth, my utility;
the missing salve
for my wounded heart
is the sound of
a familiar melody
the words and music
long since
tattooed on my brain.
That when played,
with me singing along,
transports me to
the place and time
when first I heard
it's happy, sometimes
melancholy refrain.
My path, is much smoother
when paved
with measures
of soul satisfying notes
songs that give voice
to my innermost thoughts.
And give wings
to my...
#happiness
#sadness
#love
#beauty
#music
175 reads
2 Comments
Musical Upbringing
When I am most down,
doubting my purpose,
my worth, my utility;
the missing salve
for my wounded heart
is the sound of
a familiar melody
the words and music
long since
tattooed on my brain.
That when played,
with me singing along,
transports me to
the place and time
when first I heard
it's happy, sometimes
melancholy refrain.
My path, is much smoother
when paved
with measures
of soul satisfying notes
songs that give voice
to my innermost thoughts.
And give wings
to my...
doubting my purpose,
my worth, my utility;
the missing salve
for my wounded heart
is the sound of
a familiar melody
the words and music
long since
tattooed on my brain.
That when played,
with me singing along,
transports me to
the place and time
when first I heard
it's happy, sometimes
melancholy refrain.
My path, is much smoother
when paved
with measures
of soul satisfying notes
songs that give voice
to my innermost thoughts.
And give wings
to my...
#happiness
#sadness
#love
#beauty
#music
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2 Comments
One in tune with nature
One in tune with nature
Camping alone in the middle of nowhere waking up with the early dawn
you can see sun rising over the mountain top you feel sunlight on your face on a cold morning.
An open camp fire smell of fresh brewed coffee,
bacon sizzling in a pan eggs frying along side.
A quiet walk along the beach with white sand under your feet,
Sea gulls soaring over head the feel of a gentle breeze caressing your face.
A hike in the forest seeing a tulip open, for the first time
the sight spectacular to the naked eye. ...
Camping alone in the middle of nowhere waking up with the early dawn
you can see sun rising over the mountain top you feel sunlight on your face on a cold morning.
An open camp fire smell of fresh brewed coffee,
bacon sizzling in a pan eggs frying along side.
A quiet walk along the beach with white sand under your feet,
Sea gulls soaring over head the feel of a gentle breeze caressing your face.
A hike in the forest seeing a tulip open, for the first time
the sight spectacular to the naked eye. ...
#beauty
#TruthOfLife
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One in tune with nature
One in tune with nature
Camping alone in the middle of nowhere waking up with the early dawn
you can see sun rising over the mountain top you feel sunlight on your face on a cold morning.
An open camp fire smell of fresh brewed coffee,
bacon sizzling in a pan eggs frying along side.
A quiet walk along the beach with white sand under your feet,
Sea gulls soaring over head the feel of a gentle breeze caressing your face.
A hike in the forest seeing a tulip open, for the first time
the sight spectacular to the naked eye. ...
Camping alone in the middle of nowhere waking up with the early dawn
you can see sun rising over the mountain top you feel sunlight on your face on a cold morning.
An open camp fire smell of fresh brewed coffee,
bacon sizzling in a pan eggs frying along side.
A quiet walk along the beach with white sand under your feet,
Sea gulls soaring over head the feel of a gentle breeze caressing your face.
A hike in the forest seeing a tulip open, for the first time
the sight spectacular to the naked eye. ...
#beauty
#TruthOfLife
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6 Comments
A Little Piece of Heaven
there is a place
passed the fields of corn
the factories and run down mall
where people say "hello"
"nice weather we're having"
not a soul in a bad mood
it's a place that is not Florida or California
but in the distance you can see boats
and a island that holds an amusement park
the wind blows perfectly
with a slight sound of water splashing
closing my eyes
while my wife lays her head on me
a little piece of heaven
in my own back yard
passed the fields of corn
the factories and run down mall
where people say "hello"
"nice weather we're having"
not a soul in a bad mood
it's a place that is not Florida or California
but in the distance you can see boats
and a island that holds an amusement park
the wind blows perfectly
with a slight sound of water splashing
closing my eyes
while my wife lays her head on me
a little piece of heaven
in my own back yard
#beauty
#peace
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6 Comments
A Little Piece of Heaven
there is a place
passed the fields of corn
the factories and run down mall
where people say "hello"
"nice weather we're having"
not a soul in a bad mood
it's a place that is not Florida or California
but in the distance you can see boats
and a island that holds an amusement park
the wind blows perfectly
with a slight sound of water splashing
closing my eyes
while my wife lays her head on me
a little piece of heaven
in my own back yard
passed the fields of corn
the factories and run down mall
where people say "hello"
"nice weather we're having"
not a soul in a bad mood
it's a place that is not Florida or California
but in the distance you can see boats
and a island that holds an amusement park
the wind blows perfectly
with a slight sound of water splashing
closing my eyes
while my wife lays her head on me
a little piece of heaven
in my own back yard
#beauty
#peace
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6 Comments
BRA AD JINGLE
Our Padded Bra
will take you far,
each breast held up
in C/D cup,
Giving a view,
between your two,
of firm roundness
in low-cut dress.
will take you far,
each breast held up
in C/D cup,
Giving a view,
between your two,
of firm roundness
in low-cut dress.
#beauty
#women
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2 Comments
BRA AD JINGLE
Our Padded Bra
will take you far,
each breast held up
in C/D cup,
Giving a view,
between your two,
of firm roundness
in low-cut dress.
will take you far,
each breast held up
in C/D cup,
Giving a view,
between your two,
of firm roundness
in low-cut dress.
#beauty
#women
160 reads
2 Comments
Full Moon ín Love
Once in a month I cry for your love
Without words but loud and clear
Don't look around you, I'm not here
Find me high in the sky above
Sometimes I reach out for you
My moonbeam fingers stroke your fur
Until almost like a cat you purr
And I feel that you love me too
Protected by the velvety night
I kiss you soft and tender
Caress you with my splendor
Your yellow eyes reflect my light
Tonight you'll throw back your head
And howl a sweet melody to me
I blush with delight can you see
My moon face is...
Without words but loud and clear
Don't look around you, I'm not here
Find me high in the sky above
Sometimes I reach out for you
My moonbeam fingers stroke your fur
Until almost like a cat you purr
And I feel that you love me too
Protected by the velvety night
I kiss you soft and tender
Caress you with my splendor
Your yellow eyes reflect my light
Tonight you'll throw back your head
And howl a sweet melody to me
I blush with delight can you see
My moon face is...
#beauty
#ILoveYou
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