#innerbeauty
Strands of hair slither out like butter
as the comb went through tentatively
in the rough patch
The woman’s crown
weathered by years
Her fingers
grasp at the fragile threads
dyed over and over again
Treatments promised to revive.
late-night scrolls
deep masks
brushed over
the woman’s petals
fade
Autumn’s trophy
lost identity
through the
emptiness
in the morning
staring in the golden mirror
The pillow looks
back guiltily
delicate strands uplift
her smile
the light within
shines outwardly
like the moon
just before dawn
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 7:57 AM UTC
hey… this is for you, if no one said it today…
you look lovely today; lovely in your own way.
not for comparison, but for your own impression;
an expression that stood strong, through every
battle you’ve already won.
won— and still soft enough to smile through it;
still standing, even when standing was the hardest
thing to do. you’re not something to be measured—
you are the measure; a compliment living in its
own sentence, resting in your own kind of beauty…
and if he never said this to you, let this message
find you well… right on time, just to remind you—
"you already are everything good you’ve been
waiting to hear."
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 11:58 AM UTC
Every time I gaze at the mirror,
a storm of doubts rises within me —
Am I worthy?
Am I beautiful?
Am I doing enough with my life?
Am I ambitionless?
Am I being too carefree?
Am I gaining weight?
…and so many more.
But amidst the flood of questions,
my heart gently whispers:
You are worthy.
It’s not the external beauty that defines you —
It’s your self-love,
your kindness to yourself.
Mirrors only reflect what’s visible.
But what really shapes us
is the change we choose
beyond the glass.
Jun 27, 2025
Jun 27, 2025 at 6:10 AM UTC
We don't cry because something is sad.
We cry because something is more beautiful than we expected it to be.
And we just don’t have that
"more beautiful" thing.
Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 2:14 PM UTC
Struck by stone, now the mirror cracked,
It's beauty, now it lacked.
Not a single belle admired her face,
Nor did the striking adorn his grace.
For now, it was broken,
Lost the praise token.
The outer charm was no longer,
But being forgotten, was the stronger.
Then, lights suddenly shone,
And emerged the grit, unknown.
As the inner strength was intact,
Even the cracked one could reflect.
The belle glowed once more,
And the striking again adorned its core.
The mirror's strength is to reflect,
That no damage could affect.
The outer cracks would be healed,
They are needed for the truth to be revealed.
What is outside, will soon be eliminated,
But inner strength is always celebrated.
Dec 4, 2024
Dec 4, 2024 at 5:12 AM UTC
Sky was gray as witches' old,
No quarter given, none taken by the cold.
Summer's song chased by gentle north breeze,
Replaced by stark, hard, white freeze.
Running tights bought several sizes too small,
Confident they will fit come winter's call.
Between **** shorts that hid wet, hot summer cheeks,
Feeling lucky, I might give you a peek.
Soft, tight black lycra slips over curves hard as stone,
Gaze at the mirror, this body, my own.
Thin, tight fabric chases away your fantasy,
Body sculpted by air, sun, and sweat, no artificial symmetry.
Chiseled by hundreds of miles running and swimming, gallons of sweat,
Tummy hard, pancake flat, no regrets.
In the mirror, my hard body I see,
Feel your envy, your resentment, fuel for me.
Rocket fuel to propel me out this morn,
Cold biting air, but I won't be torn.
Used to hate you, now energy's mine,
Run and swim longer, leave you in the grime.
Through your cars, your scowls, I see,
Just chafing sports bras, nothing to me.
Open the door, cold air slaps my face,
Air ****** from lungs, blood rushes to the pace.
Feel alive, your malice pushes me on,
Cold air invades every orifice, and I am gone.
I slap my cold, tight, little, *** and whisper – you can't touch this.
Nov 29, 2024
Nov 29, 2024 at 6:24 PM UTC
Form borne of function
The pursuit of Life
Abundant and overflowing
Your every step enriching
the path you tread
The strength of your soul
echoed in each muscle
The beauty of your heart
shining in your eyes
No haughty Adonis
could ever be half as divine
Aug 24, 2024
Aug 24, 2024 at 10:31 PM UTC
I cry, I frown, I aggravate, I shout
She laughs, she smiles, she simplifies and rejoices aloud
She is totally different from me
Se lives in me but is always free
When I frighten, she enlighten
with every step she brighten
she is a child in me
full of glee
when I become quiet in sadness
she does all work in quite Madness
what I deceive, is her believe
This bond is what makes us unique
We take different trains from the same station
My every work is a subject to her allegation
our roads don't match, but our destinations do
I don't know why her clumsiness is better than my neatness to
We both are one unit
I am a misfit, she is a nit wit
But, I lack the charisma she has
yet I am learning the way she act as
So what, we take different paths
we reach the same parks
Hurry up, I need to end this poem
to stop her playing from a toy lion...
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 1:55 AM UTC
What is beauty?
Growing up I was told
lighter skin, bigger eyes, smaller nose thinner lips, straight black hair
thin body, smaller frame
smaller shoe size
There was no embracing of
my brown skin, almond-shaped eyes
longer nose, fuller lips, wavy voluminous hair thick thighs, larger frame
not size 6 shoes
No celebration of my own beauty what forms and defines me
until now.
I choose to not be the subject of another’s judgement of what is considered beautiful or not
to be molded into what is acceptable and approved by my culture, my society, people around me
I choose myself
my uniqueness and my acceptance of myself just as I am
is true beauty.
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 12:04 AM UTC
Flower once loved
Uprooted
Beauty no more
Limp body
Beauty she was
Left there to die
All because she had wilted
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 8:10 PM UTC
she has spent eternities despising herself
searching in the mirror for the existence
of an ethereal reflection
staring back into her ocean eyes
whispering soft lullabies
an abundance of external lies
for it could never match
the true beauty and radiance
that resides inside
the most impeccable love story
is the one she holds with herself
for when she comes to realize
the resiliency of her bones
the captivation of her words
the radiance of her dance
and the effervescence of her energy
she drips in empowerment
like sweet honey
drips from the wildflower
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 1:14 AM UTC
Was it boredom or curiosity
Clearly the click bait worked,
Look where I am
Staring at the so called “World’s prettiest girls”
Just to see if maybe...
I guess I was too ambitious
Hoping to find myself seen as anything close to
Beautiful. All I saw was
Light skin and blonde hair
Blue eyes that screamed “love me.”
I stare at my mirror
Wonder when I’ll ever see myself,
Enough to be called “pretty.”
Maybe I don’t want that though,
Maybe I just want “enough.”
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 10:21 PM UTC
they ask me nothing of myself,
nothing of my mind,
nothing of my values,
nothing of my morals,
but speaking of themselves is easy,
my appearance may be part of who I am, but it does not define me
May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 8:11 AM UTC
Crooked frame on a white wall
with its squared edge on all four sides
sagging to its left, lifting it right up
exposing its crookedness for all to see
Crooked frame on a white wall
why wasn't you adjusted?
wasn't your crooked stand exposed to every foreign eye?
or was your content so beautiful
that it captured the stare of all who glanced?
If so, it must have been content of pure gold
to have kept hungry eyes blindfold
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 1:25 AM UTC
If i
with my
strength,
my valour,
my quiet,
my flaws
and my imperfections
do not look
beautiful to you,
will i with
my well streaked eyeliner,
rose lips
and silk hair?
No, my dear!
That is anything
but Beauty.
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC
You look at a person
A stranger, a loved one, a partner
And you think;
How can one person be so beautiful?
Inside and out you see an aura of unimaginable beauty
A friendly face
An intoxicating laugh
A smile that makes you smile without even realizing it
And then you look at yourself
You hate the way you smile, all crooked and mouthy
The way your cheeks are too pudgy
Your glasses too big for your face
Your voice too soft to break through the chatter of others
But you
You are a lion whose voice is booming thunder
With claws that can tear through the veil
The one you’ve kept yourself shrouded in for too long
You should be proud
Proud of your wild and unruly mane
Proud of your scars earned from battles with many others
Not to mention the battles you wage on yourself
You could move mountains and uproot trees if you tried
But you don’t
You look at yourself
Your cheeks too pudgy
Glasses too big
Voice kept under lock and key
Vocal chords dusty with disuse
Your heart is so big and so beautiful
You see so much in everyone else
But can’t bear to see anything in yourself
You are a wild flower sprouting through the cracks in the sidewalk
You could move mountains and uproot trees if you tried
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 11:46 PM UTC
Mysterious eyes
lead the way
met the man
knew not what to say.
You cannot call it love
for we have never met
your eyes fill with disdain
and mine with respect.
Just another girl in love
this is all you think of me
but close those mysterious eyes
only then shall you really see!
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 4:31 PM UTC
Never say or think
you're not pretty.
If you're feeling lost
in darkness,
be your own light
and find your way.
Deep in your soul
there is beauty.
Embrace your scars
and imperfections,
Turn them into strength
come what may.
Take pride in your
attitude and dignity.
Love yourself sincerely
without conditions,
You're already beautiful
every single day.
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC
While they noticed the stretch of kohl in her eyes,
I could see a pacific of emotions trapped.
While they admired her blushing cheeks,
I could read the paleness she painted red.
While they were going gaga over her smirk,
I could fathom the depth of pain that debarred a hearty gale.
While they were lured by the cascade of her hair when she unscrewed the bun,
I could feel the onus of the tantrums she wanted to turf out.
While they were hypnotized by her mesmeric curves,
I was stunned by the withstanding efficacy of such a fragile body.
While they adored her attire and scarves,
I could trace the bruises she carried with poise.
While they were hung up by the glory of her face,
I could do no help but ride out at the scars she concealed with sprightliness which was the most beautiful thing my eyes could ever have a view of and it left me dazed...
And my mouth wide opened.
-Aparajita Tripathi
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 3:36 PM UTC
Don't get entice only
to the beauty of the flower itself.
For it will shrivel in the test of time.
And you'll be left alone
only with all the crashed
fragments of her petals
when her love dies,
despite on how you kept her.
If you want to take her hand
Let both your love flourish.
Scan deep within her roots
For it is where her soul lies.
Include her thorns
And know her more.
You'll never get to love her purely
Unless you take her all.
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 11:49 PM UTC
she was a leaf
holding up the blossom
that grew above her
it is hard to love a flower
because beauty
is sometimes vain
that is why i love her
and not the flower
for leaves are not vain
they do not envy
they are kind
and they are true
it is easy to let beauty blind you
for leaves fall before petals wilt
-k.j.c
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 9:55 PM UTC
her sophistication
inner beauty a strength
his mountains and lakes
Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 3:07 AM UTC