What is beauty

Cs  no one really explained to me
What beauty is supposed to be

Is it you ? Is it me ?
What is beauty

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder .
You spend ever dollar ; trying to look smaller ; taller ; hotter
But why does it matter
a woman's beauty based off of what society tells her ..

.. What beauty is ? Excuse me ms tell me this ..

Does your own opinion count ? Is your answer  defined by what is on the inside or the out ?

If you ask me
Ill tell you what beauty is supposed to be

Beauty goes beyond what the eyes can see
Pay attention properly & you will see
The beauty
In you ; them ; even me

You see a pretty face ; I see an ugly soul
You see a monster ; I see a beautiful girl
Image takes a toll on a woman's role
In life

What happens when the looks begin to die . I When were  forced to look upon what's inside .
What you've tried to hide behind your so called beauty ?

What about dignity ;
What about confidence & hospitality . Kindness & quality
Humbleness & trustworthiness

The characteristics that live & breed inside of you .
Should that not count too ?
Or should you listen to what the world tells you ?

About beauty
Because no one really explained to me what beauty is supposed to be


Her eyes belonged in bed ----- Smelled her clothes
Copper, snow, tangerine ----- Kissed her cheek instead

haley 3d

A woman full of menace and desire;
Freckles laced upon a pale complexion,
wide eyes colored a misty sapphire,
and ink-like locks resting in opposition.

As an artist amidst her painted skin
she dreamt of love and moonlit nights,
confidence arose from a source within
while summoning her mystical insights.

Masses of books sprawled across a desk,
drawings with notes and candles afire,
a scene she considered quite picturesque;
a place of confinement in which she conspired.

A woman who is known by many monikers:
sorceress, occultist, clairvoyant, bewitcher.

In the form of Shakespearean sonnet rhyme scheme

She was
a shy, sensitive
young woman,
with small
hands and
lean, long
fingers that
graced the
pencil as
she wrote
poetry, or
rather, the
whispers of
her heart
within her
small leather
she became
curious, her
dark, lustrous
brown eyes
would glimmer
in fascination,
her entire world
would become you,
she was not
but her heart
was pure,
she would
remain hidden
through her
as though
she was
listening to
the streams
of violins
are the
her midnight
she was
a dreamer
of the night,
In her
In thought,
trying to
and shape
you, or
about the
of the
she would
see the stars
when everyone
walked past,
to appreciate
what others
could not see,
as a light
among the
she was
the depth
once unseen,
now clear to
the one who
came closer,
she would
place her
palm on
her fair
face when
deep in
as if it
was, the
portrait of a
she always
held a cup
of warm tea,
being content
In her recluse,
until she would
look into your
eyes, and
you saw

I am as nothing, said Xenia,
A leaf on the wind or twig
In a flowing stream. I am
A candle in darkness, a
Flickering flame in wild winds.

I am one who kisses frogs
But never find my prince
Just toads or bums or
The left overs from whore's
Game. I am the dreamer of
Lost dreams, the sleeper of
Disturbing nights, the sad
Insomniac of long cold times.

I am a lost lamb of a long
Dead shepherd, my mother's
Kisses disolve in space or
Time's locked rooms or
Life's cruel games or mind play.

I am as putty in a fat man's lust
His plaything in the sordid bed
He plays out in his sick head.

I am candle, I am leaf or twig,
I am lamb  of a dead shepherd
In a windy night on a lone shore.
I am a wound and an open sore.

Sad woman's blues.

okay, so i was the other woman.

okay, so i can’t call it that. so we were never a thing, never a label, never announced. so she was the pretty one and i was the booty call. so i was never your first choice but i was, for a minute, your second.

okay, so maybe it started as cheap entertainment on the nights beer and phone calls weren’t enough and distance got the best of you. maybe i loved you then but i think i hate you now.

okay, so maybe i don’t hate you. maybe i’m just trying to pretend we never happened because maybe if it was all in my head i’d be over it by now. maybe i’m just tired, okay? of being the back-up girl. of being the one who stays, who breaks, who sits in the basement of a burning house just to feel the carpet one more time.
i just don’t want to burn anymore.

Ryan Holden Jul 13

Every whisper,
Is an explosion,
Every tear
Is a tsunami,
Every touch
Is a pin prick,
All because
You're the abrasive,
Yet benign woman
That I need,
to keep me
On the tips
Of my toes.

chipped tooth Jul 13

Who are you, a Man?
A God fearing creature made in the image of God,
And like Our Lord, you are surrounding
Even when I hide from you.
For whom his own Ego are the gates of Heaven-
God, why are you afraid?
That I may not love you how Eve loved the apple.
What is my pleasure if it cannot please you,
But you shall be appeased in knowing that my love is fruitless
By design.
As though I'm the Virgin herself, crack my rib
And tell me that no woman deserves your Son
Who cannot sacrifice her heart
to a Man of God

Shall I die this time?

She said yes
And no and mostly no
She lifted up her dress
My crying eyes aglow
Within stove wood burning
Melting all the snow

Tell-tale churning
I am doused in whale oil
And my blood cells sing
Impeccable timing
She just came and killed me
Spirit rising
I robbed my own tomb
In a dying lighthouse
Leveled lanthorn room
Deep sleep depraved
I will fall in stasis
Through an ancient cave

Nishu Mathur Jul 12

Don't judge me by my looks
And don't read me by the books
I am brash and I am kind
I am hard to define.
I am bold. I am shy
I am grounded, but I fly
I love, and I give
I cradle, I forgive
Though soft I may feel
I am thunder, I am steel
I am smiles and I am laughter
I am happily ever after
I am tears and I am ache
I am a mess when I break
I hold tightly, but I know
When it's time to let go
I am dove, I am hawk
I am the rose and the rock
I am rain. I am sun
I am I. I am woman

Thank you all so much xx

Dearest everyone, thank you so much for your likes, loves, reposts.  Thank you so much for all your wonderful and encouraging responses. This is a small,  simple poem and I wasn't certainly expecting all the attention it has received. I am grateful to all of you talented poets and readers. I am so happy that it was chosen as a daily - it's a wonderful feeling. Love to all.

I am also very thankful to Conrad Druger van den Bergh, an excellent poet and wonderful friend who inspired this x
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