BEAUTY POEMS

A lovely vision in the desert sun,
A stunning flower, in full bloom.
Her life's path has just begun,
Will she find her dashing groom?

No sooner puberty starts
Her life was destined to part
And body appears the curves
Past view of life will depart

As quick as melted snow
Her course will rapidly change
The winds of change will blow
To womanhood prearrange.
Image and poem copyright 9/6/2014 Philo Yan

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True beauty

A Thing of Beauty (Endymion)

Beauty

Beauty is a pretty face

Beauty is a brand new vase

Beauty is lovely hair

Beauty is an oak wooden chair

Beauty is a graceful smile

Beauty is a great sense of style

Beauty is a fragrant smell

Beauty is a 5 star hotel

Beauty is a nice toned body

Beauty surely isn’t shoddy

Beauty is sleek smooth skin

True beauty is deep within 

Beauty is how i describe you 

naeem howard

Beauty

True beauty is in the way she laughs

True beauty is in her eyes

True beauty is how she acts

True beauty is inside

True beauty is unseen

True beauty is only felt

True beauty is not mean

True beauty is herself

True beauty can't be cruel

True beauty is bare

True beauty within you

True beauty is always there

True Beauty can't be covered with makeup

True beauty means true love

True beauty can't be baked up

True beauty is the flight of a dove

True beauty has no flaws

For True beauty is all that matters after all

all rights reserved to Jean Melanie Pullman 

A Thing Of Beauty

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: 

Its loveliness increases; it will never 

Pass into nothingness; but still will keep 

A bower quiet for us, and a sleep 

Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. 

Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing 

A flowery band to bind us to the earth, 

Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth 

Of noble natures, of the gloomy days, 

Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways 

Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all, 

Some shape of beauty moves away the pall 

From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, 

Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon 

For simple sheep; and such are daffodils 

With the green world they live in; and clear rills 

That for themselves a cooling covert make 

'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake, 

Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms: 

And such too is the grandeur of the dooms 

We have imagined for the mighty dead; 

An endless fountain of immortal drink, 

Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink. 

John Keats

Behold, I adore beauty

Beauty is warm and cold

Beauty is black and bold

Beauty is different for us all I am told

Beauty I would love a chance to mould

Beauty gives the finest pleasure I am told

Beauty can be bought and sold

To the one and only highest bidder

While it graciously glitters like gold

I adore beauty

Oh! How I adore beauty with a passion

I adore beauty with every last breath

Beauty itself is not exempt

From the laws of birth and death

It experiences the joys of being young and old

Blossoming each day in early youth 

Maturing adoringly each day with age

Behold, I adore beauty

Oh! How I adore beauty with a passion

Beauty is something I would like to hold

Where there is too much ugly

I can bring it out of a drawer and unfold

Spread it around the entire household

Without worrying about getting a scold

Behold, I adore beauty

Oh! How I adore beauty

When out on a nightie

Quite hungry and thirsty

And you drink the last drops of milk

From a beautiful chest that is busty

I would say, that itself is a faculty of beauty 

Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi