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Leal Knowone Sep 2016
She
So many may attempt to use words to describe the beauty in her eyes, but I do not attempt to hide behinds words that pale in comparison to the truth.
The true site of beauty she is, and the power she holds in her hands,
in her eyes, and between her thighs.
Idiotic mumbling, or dead silence may be more appropriate,
then trying to find the words that will never be as elegant as she.
Silverflame Aug 2016
Flute
Elegant, fragile
Captivating, enticing, comforting
Cleansing your soul, intensify your spine
Alluring, controlling, compelling
Powerful, sophisticated
Saxophone
I wanted to create something different, so I decided to give a diamante poem a try. Perhaps not the best, but it sure was a lot of fun.
I play both flute and saxophone, so I thought it was a great idea to "compare" them, in this kind of poem.
Flo Mar 2016
Simplicity
Short, direct, clear
Elegant in it's plainness
Modest in it's tones

I'm a simple guy
But see it's no bad thing
Because simplicity
Is a beauty of it's own
Meant for those, that feel dull or get criticized of being too simple or writing poems that are too simple. Without further explaining I think everyone gets the message. Thanks for reading have a great day!
Hales Feb 2016
Pride os a strong  word
So many people use it
They have pride in their clithes
Their appearance
Their hair
Their homes.
However for me
Pride comes in some unusual forms.
Pride comes from text on a page,
And ugly ink splotch on a stark white dress
Pride comes from poetry
The elegant ways it dances from the poets mind as it plays its way across their lips or to their finger tips
Pride comes from new words
Never seen before combinations
New ideas and new arrangements
And endless sea with no boundaries but your own.

Pride comes from within me.
Pride in my poetry.
Alone on the face of the water
I found another like me

Eternal

We came together
Deciding to build

we built our structures
And began to bloom

We made music
And we danced

Yet the tune has died away
And we all decide

Its time to go

So we cleaned what we created
Elegantly dismantling ourselves

And the petals fall

Holding the memories
Of what i have been

I drift gently
Then it starts all over again
Partially inspired by a line in a bill bryson book about the nature of atoms
Maha Salman Oct 2015
I lie awake,
listening to the unearthen trees
whisper their rose petalled lies
prophesying the return of my hope.
Whilst the wind's mournful kisses
die gracefully
in a futile attempt
to form the epitome of
happiness.
Jack Thompson Oct 2015
The curtain of night folds elegantly into place.

Scotch and lip gloss to taste.
© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2015
Gabrielle Casey Sep 2015
People always ask why I write in cursive
They always expect answers like,
its faster,
or I do it out of habit.
That is what breaks my heart the most.
People assume you can only do beautiful things
if they serve a function.
That beautiful things only matter
if they serve a purpose.
But cursive writing is beautiful and elegant,
it is a portal to a world long gone,
a lost art form
and it deserves to be appreciated
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Her eye's.....

Created as if she was born with eyeliner
As God's hand's brush stroked her with
Natural universal lining upon her face.

Daughter of the creator
Messenger;
To the human race.


©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Àŧùl Jul 2015
Oh how she poses perfectly,
Carrying her persona beautifully,
Entice me her looks so elegantly.
My HP Poem #889
©Atul Kaushal
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