Poems about Beauty

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Poems about Beauty
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True Beauty You Can’t See
As the true beauty you can’t see, lies beneath the surface
Most likely hidden in a heart shaped protective case
You can search, but it’s kept it deep within
Everything beautiful is buried under the skin
Outer beauty can only carry us so far
It doesn’t show us who we really are
Our real beauty is covered with that shell
And it’s something so precious we cannot buy or sell
Once our true beauty spills through crate
There’s no stopping it because it seals our fate
Twinklebee

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 A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its lovliness 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.
 John Keats

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Beauty is only skin deep
Isn't that what some would say;
I'm sure the heart works outward
And love is the source today.

Potions and creams can't do much
Not really as it's our cells that suck;
So I look into your eyes
As my lips I get ready to puck.

The twinkle and the glow
Seems to spread all around;
And I feel your beauty and
In my love it abounds
Maggiemay

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Beauty-be not caused-It Is-
Chase it, and it ceases-
Chase it not, and it abides-
Overtake the Creases
In the Meadow-when the Wind
Runs his fingers thro' it-
Deity will see to it
That You never do it-
Emily Dickson

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Every mother thinks their child
The most beautiful of all;
But grandchildren come along
All waiflike and tall.

Fresh glowing skin
Brain cells all new;
No cynicism yet
Oh I wish I was you.

 Youth is wasted on the young
As they get all screwed up and lost;
If only I'd known what I had back then
I could've avoided the pain and cost.
Maggiemay

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Inundated

I knelt beside the little stream
All this time peering into the water’s gleam
It shimmered and danced down the meandering steps
Like a beautiful sunfish in the ocean’s depth
I watched it corrode the soil therein
As if purging its pathway from material sin
The pebbles and silt hopped with glee
To the end of the river, to the beginning of the sea
They glided to the ocean’s glistening light
Tossed by waves, to the water’s height

I sprung to my feet with youthful speed
To a tree swaying in the evening breeze
On branches spread-eagled, whistling a benign sigh
I laid my head till the evening died

I saw the beaming sun going to rest
Like a tired child ascending from a mother’s breast
As it descended into the ocean’s blue
It coloured the hydrosphere with a beautiful hue
I looked with intent at the darkening sky
With extended lips, and tearful eyes

I have never felt love so sweet, so deep
Which other realm could attain this feat?
As I lifted and decided to go
I remembered I found that love in you.
Craig Dixon 

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Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
But chemistry works unseen;
So it’s a bit more than that I’d say
Feels like you’ve had lots of caffeine.

Bouncing around like a small child
Excited and flushed all the time;
Full of ideas and can’t wait to be
With the one you want to be mine.
Maggiemay

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And a poet said, "Speak to us of Beauty."

Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?
And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech?
The aggrieved and the injured say, "Beauty is kind and gentle.
Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us."
And the passionate say, "Nay, beauty is a thing of might and dread.
Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us."
The tired and the weary say, "beauty is of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit.
Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light that quivers in fear of the shadow."
But the restless say, "We have heard her shouting among the mountains,
And with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beating of wings and the roaring of lions."
At night the watchmen of the city say, "Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east."
And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say, "we have seen her leaning over the earth from the windows of the sunset."
In winter say the snow-bound, "She shall come with the spring leaping upon the hills."
And in the summer heat the reapers say, "We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair."
All these things have you said of beauty.
Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied,
And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.
It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth,
But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.
It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear,
But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears.
It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw,
But rather a garden forever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight.
People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.
But you are life and you are the veil.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and you are the mirror.
Khalil Gibran

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