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Emery Feine Oct 2024
Why do we wish that orange sunset won't ever die?
When we barely notice the normal, beautiful blue sky?
I think why we crave for the sunset to prolong
Is because the prettiest colors are the ones that don't belong
this is my 91st poem, written on 4/14/24
GODNYX Oct 2024
If the devil saw you,
he'd kiss your eyes
and might turn back to the Lord,
for in you, his creation is nothing but beautiful.
Even the angels are at a loss.
Those gleaming eyes,
and soft lips calling my name—
how could I forget such a thing?
I am just a man,
not a being who can resist the urge
to keep you close.
I saw a similar haiku, so I just added more, making it a short poem. I am still learning, so if you guys have any advice, do share it with me. Thank you so much
iAmNotUramaki Sep 2024
"Beautiful" he whispered so softly

With a look so soft yet so hungry

And with touches warm as the sun

She suddenly felt free
they looked in my eyes and told me i was beautiful in my lowest hour
Saleh Ben Saleh Sep 2024
A magnificent flower or a beautiful tree are plants of different breed. You’ll smell their scent float in the air as you inhale to breathe.

An attractive smell is natures spell on every man or beast. I like the aroma of every spice but hate the smell of yeast.

A spray of musk or even oud may change a fellows mood. The fumes of myrrh or sandalwood will make the foolish shrewd.

Our taste may differ from one to one depending on what you wear. But when it comes to what young prefer vanilla is in the air.

But what ladies wear will cast a spell and soften shady hearts. It gives them pleasure in social events while in the crowd they spark.

In every wedding the groom will wait to see his lovely bride, she fills the air with the scent of love a smell no one can hide.
Kirito Sep 2024
All the things i want to see
The only flower that you leave
Its beautiful just like the sea
duck Sep 2024
i'm a procrastinator
barely getting anything done
my body's a traitor
never waking up and finish things

but i guess procrastinators
can be described in a beautiful way too-

procrastinating is like when the tides
fall back and
the path between the islands appears and guides
us as we leave footprints along the path

as the sun sets
and the moon gives us a soft glow
and we wash away our regrets
and finish our little trek

<3
a poem for procrastinators <3
King symonie Sep 2024
Brown wasn't my color
Till the day I came near you
And gazed at your pretty smooth face
Slowly the brown eyes made me lose my mind

All I wished was a chance
Of looking at my self
Through the dark brown eyes

Yes ..the dark brown eyes 🧑
Roses are Beautiful,
but, they have thorns.
You can walk through
a rose garden, and your
clothes could be tattered, and torn.
They are indeed Exquisite,
A gift made by nature,
be careful though as
you reach,
For, these thorns
tend to puncture
There very pointy, and
very sharp.
A whole garden full
of nature's
beautiful art
There beauty is sacred,
These Roses are adored,
but, beware of there prickles,
for these
Roses have Thorns!!!

B.R.
Date: 06/29/2023
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