"beatiful" poems
Brown maple sugar,
Cinnamon toast complexion.
Hershey chocolate chip.
Carmel Hazel brown eyes,
Red sugarcane lips.
Your curvy curvaceous thighs.
With enough melanin color blended so perfectly together, bronzing the brownish shade of your muscles.
Natural ethnic hair.
Thick, coarse or silky.
It is perfectly acceptable by me.
***** so big it needs to have its own legs to stand on.
Your blackness is ****
And it **** sure is beatiful.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 10:22 PM UTC
Standing at the Rijksmuseum
we find ourselves part of a lesson,
a lesson by a master in his craft.
Our company seven men
some look at us some look away
while Dr. Tulp, our eighth man
digs into the elefant in the room.
The cool body lies bare
like light were coming out of it
reflecting on the faces of the more curious,
leaving in shadows the uninterested ones.
The dead arm opened wide,
some lesson on tendons or bones.
Three hundred and fifty years
mute the master's words so clear
make the master's brushes so loud.
It was a time of studied ignorance,
of white collars on shallow knowledge
when my favourite of the Old Masters was born.
Retract.
Step back into our reality
observe the beatiful museum
for we are before one of its finest pieces.
But it's hard.
It ***** you in.
Something about the crepuscular glow of the body
makes you get stuck in it.
Observe the perfect composition,
the diverse faces.
It's like a photograph taken at a random instant
yet so deliberate,
so randomly deliberate,
so deliberatly random.
But step back,
look at the whole thing,
it's just
so
beautiful.
You could say it's just 3D
masterfully represented in 2D
but it is not,
there's something more to it.
Something you could call extradimensional.
It's like if the artist knew the algorithms our mind follows
and knew the exact input needed for the desired output,
beauty,
art,
even shock.
Let's move on to the next painting,
but don't let this image fade away,
let it rest,
let it click,
and let it grow
in you.
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 8:29 AM UTC
I told you this would last forever
But I lied
I said things will never change
But I lied
I told you you were beatiful, even though I can't explain beauty
So I lied
I told you Red was a beatiful color
but who and what describes beauty?
For they say the beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder
I say it's mostly directly proportional to how you feel about a person
Excuse my mathematical jargon because I'm no Mathematician
Don't they say in the Bible that King Solom wore Purple, the color of beauty, the color of wisdom
But who am I to tell it different so, I lied
I said your skin was as smooth as silk and as beautiful as vanilla but, was it? Was it really? I know I couldn't tell the truth so, I lied
I told you your eyes are beatiful, your eyes are big, twinkly
Maybe I lied, it was just your pupil dialating when it saw my light
I told you I could give you the world,
But the world was not mine to give to begin with, but baby its what you wanted so, I lied
I also told you the sky was green, the sea was blue, and you believed every word, I'm sorry
Maybe I lie a bit too much, or maybe just enough, or maybe that's also a lie
It's mostly to protect you
Remeber that day at the park?
I held you in my arms
The world didn't seeze to exist but us
We swore to be together for life, was it a lie
You said you're mine forever and I'm yours too, or was it also a lie?
Can't keep with the lies no more
It's lie after lie because that's all what you seem to believe
Because truth to you, seems too good to be true
I remember the day you held my hand, looked me in the eye and said, "do you still love me? "
I know I used to answer that everyday with no doubt in my mind, but that day,
The answer remained the same,
As I said proudly, "I still do babe"
Guess what?...
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 9:16 AM UTC
her words snap me back to reality,
away from supposition and hypotheticals,
into her arms where I feel safe.
blue eyes that pierce whatever darkness
i thought i had and lied to myself about,
eyes that see me for a who I am and who I want to be.
imagine walking down a darkened path,
content in the streetlights that guided
you home, and spotting something small
and kind. whatever it is you imagine,
it beckons you to hold it and when you do,
you smile, truly and impulsively.
that essence is a woman, and one i admire.
someone beatiful, kind, and funny,
including her incessant snoring on
already sleepless nights because a cat is begging for food but you feeling comfort
in their REM cycle. too little space
to be your own, but enough heart to bridge the gap.
imagine, then, that someone places
your hand on their lap when you drive,
but are equally willing to do the same,
in what feels like an equivalent exchange
of heart and sheer goofiness.
and tell yourself it doesn't feel right
that you were able to find home in them,
effortlessly and happily. you won't
and can't, and neither can i.
words can't express that she has been
friend, confidant, and a visual marvel,
and someone i envision as a pillar
of my bright existence.
Jul 14, 2023
Jul 14, 2023 at 9:25 PM UTC
Year 1 - June 30th was the day I fell in love with you. It was rough at first, you were always stealing me away silently like no one knew I exsisted. No one cared about me at the time, you knew that I was bound to be all alone in my life of how I was. I just wished it wasn't you but **** you stole my heart this beatiful year.
Year 2 - It was young love for the both of us, I taken it rough cause I was so in love with you I loved spending my time with you, even when we drank, you treated me like your girlfriend. But I had those dark days where it bugged me that I loved you most and I spent most of my days with you which I could've did way much better with schooling and all that other stuff but I managed then people really started to care about me but I didn't care about their care about me cause I know I was bound to be alone, after they starting really looking for me and realized that I was with you but they couldn't do anything about it, was too late for that now.
Year 3 - I'm sure it was in the winter, you got into trouble with playing with guns, and jailed for a week, and you couldn't be around the community due to danger to the community for a year. I decided to move to the city where you were staying, I didn't mind the city but at the time I started seeing someone from the community, I missed you but I also missed the community and I couldn't do this anymore babysitting and not being able to get my freedom. you had to go get into more trouble in the city when I left and got more jail time you were gone for a long while.
Year 4 - Things weren't working out for you and me. I know that you really wanted me back. But I was with someone else and he didn't want to let me go, he kept me silent like he was ashamed to have me or just didn't want to show me off. I was starting to become his joke or whatever I can call it. I loved him, he's kept in the dark from his family but accepted by my family. Could say I was with him for like a year, till he really started to see someone from the city. I left him I'm angry cause he was a keeper but man he is dark so I kind of didn't like that, hiding on me whenever he wanted like I was never apart of his life. I got fed up of this and left it hurted but it didn't hurt as much as losing my first love.
Year 5 - We aparted. My second love I left him or we just wanted to apart. I wanted my true lover back I did whatever I wanted to do. All adult and what not and no one can stop me now and no one can do anything too. I pray that I haven't chosed the wrong path. with this guy I'm hoping to be his partners in crime. I'm back with you my love, I did tell you that I love you cause you wanted to hear it and I never said it to you ever till that night. Our birthdays are coming up, I'm looking forward to spending it with you.
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 11:34 PM UTC
Hope is a Cypress
cracking tendrils
through solid rock.
Churning sustenance from
the barren land
holding tight to the cliff.
Growing, twisted in the wind;
thriving, thrusting branches
growing leaves of redemption.
Defiant and hard
courageous and beatiful
she conquers, she lives, she thrives.
Aug 30, 2012
Aug 30, 2012 at 4:13 PM UTC
I don't know what to do with my life right now
I am an abstract thought fleeting from my mind
And every aspect of me is running away faster and faster each minute
Each second each hour each ******* day
I can feel myself slipping away
When you're a kid
You don't think about this type of ****
You just live
Life is life
C'est la vie
The French have a word for every ******* feeling
I swear it
If only I could speak French maybe
it'd make writing poetry a bit easier
But it will never get easier
Because poetry is life
And with each word you extend yourself
You extend the years to come with this poem
A single poem
A single stansa
A single
Word
And within that word a thought can sprout
But with water and time that thought can become work
And with work and effort you give birth
To a beatiful ******* poem
Filled to the brim with emotion
and strength
and power
and fear
and loss
and hope
and dreams
and pride
and envy
every sin in the **** book
written onto a blank white page
You dissected yourself before a crowd
And you open and pull your guts out to only have them shoved back in
by ungrateful
undeserving
undead
flesh eaters
because thoughts are the flesh of your brain
the meat
and the words are the substance
the minerals of this poem
the good
And they may taste bitter and they may come out hard
but when they sit in the stomach of your reader
and digest
and crumble and decay
and die again
and again
and again
you live
you become the eternal worm
you become the everlasting fruit
you become the demon that your parents and your pastors
and your lovers and your friends and your family
and your pets and your dreams and your ******* thoughts warned you about
because knowledge is power
and power corrupts
and thinking is evil
so be a villain in the most beautiful sense of the phrase
and live and please
please live
longer than this poem ever will
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 2:39 AM UTC
why do you do the things you do?
your body says,
"Come hither."
but your eyes say
"Why bother?"
so which is it, boy?
surely,
if you didn't want me in the slightest,
you would have left me years ago...
just like the others.
yet here you stand,
as beautiful as ever.
I call you Beatiful Boy...
but those are just
words.
do you believe you are beautiful?
your hazel eyes full of insecurity say
"No."
they are full of memories and
taunts from bullies of the past...
but they aren't here anymore, Beauitful Boy.
they're long gone.
the only one that remains is me.
can you see me?
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 5:20 PM UTC
Oooh beatiful girl ma diamond ..u a my wifi coz i feel connections between me ad u...u a very extra hot like a hot Nandos peri peri chicken tht i hv 8tn.<3:-);-) i see u evn u are not thr.u make me feel so high tht i could talk to rain ............,,,,,,,,,but i will make sure tht if u dnt acept me i will tell ma parents
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 3:43 PM UTC
Are you crying little angel?
While the day turns to night.
Are you sighing little angel?
As the stars begin to light
Is your heart broken little angel?
Because love left you behind
Is your heart looking little angel?
For the love you want to find
Are you bleeding little angel?
From the cut that cut too deep
Are you weeping little angel?
When you fall to eternal sleep
Is he waiting little angel?
When you get to the golden gates
Is he smiling little angel?
When you look upon his face
Are you happy little angel?
When you get your silver wings
You are free little angel
When your soul finally sings
Is it beatiful little angel?
In that paradise above
You have found it little angel
That everlasting love
Jul 20, 2012
Jul 20, 2012 at 12:07 AM UTC
Like a bird with lost wings I need music to help me sing
Teach me to f l y
To run away
And I promise to return one day
I need you to untangle me
Free me of these rusty chains
Let the wind b l o w
And through the clouds we will g o
Flying away from are troubles
And out running time
Flying faster, and faster
Intill we can't go on
And again s o a r i n g toward dawn
Basking in the beatiful sunrise
I'm finally free
Because
My dear
you have untangled me.
Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
a nice young
golden dog,
barks,
joyful.
i think it's
smiling.
following confusion:
vigil nights,
unstructured rhytms.
the timing of
loneliness.
everytime, searching.
everything, nothing.
emotions in
motion,
no reaction.
close coming
determined full moon.
a journey
searching
understanding.
what am i expecting to
receibe?
the same i give away
with my foolish
acting?
(cannot remember
my dreams)
why is always
such a mess
sharing?
(dreaming is
searching)
endless red
sky. filling
concrete with
tired, golden
leaves.
eyes moving,
tightening.
veins full of
blood,
feeling.
is that
freedom?
outside,
a beatiful warm
afternoon,
smiles.
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 11:45 PM UTC
This is the end, the end is near
The time has come so loud and clear
I saw this girl shedding her tears
In silent of words we cannot hear
Like a fading sunset or her smile
Only she will last for a while
I dare not to touch nor to pick
The beautiful flower gloom and sick
So I sit in deathly silence, and admire the view
Something so timeless as I look at you
I'm glad I witnessed something so beautiful
But the glimps of heaven how pitiful
She stand still then wave a goodbye
The beatiful rope will end the cry.
Read it backwards.
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 2:49 AM UTC
I see your courage, to push though and persevere no matter what difficulties you may face. I see your great sense of humor and how it makes people laugh beyond comprehension.. I see your intelligence it builds your understanding and appreciation for life. I see your spontaneous nature it is what takes away your fear for the uncertainty and destroys your doubt. I see your strength it sends chills down my spine and brings me to my knees in awe..I see your energy it replenishes your very soul and opens up your mind to possibilities.I see your faith and confidence it guides you though obstacles that you would never be able to face alone. I see your intuition its keen to deception which keeps you out of trouble! I see your smile it can illuminate the dark world we live in and makes life worth living.. I see your heart, is it my home where I feel safe and comfortable. I see your beauty, you are the most beatiful creation in the world to me...Its not only my eyes that see you its my heart and mind.. Its every atom that makes me Shawn that sees every atom that makes you Bethany
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 8:03 AM UTC
She curves marks into her flesh like tattoos,
only with a blade in her hand,and her other hand holding her mouth so no one can hear the screams from within her,
see beauty is pain,and she wanted to feel beautiful so she cuts,
slits her wrists till the blood rushes down her dark skin to the ground,
as if to make a blood covenant with the earth that one day she would look into the mirror and think,
I am beatiful
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 12:46 PM UTC
*I'm not a millionaire....
but when I'm surrounded by a beatiful wife
and loving kids, I sure do feel like one....*
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 6:31 PM UTC
The Sun
He was the sun
Shining brightly, he was blinding
He was the center of your system
And you were constantly drawn towards him
The Earth
You were the Earth
Beatiful yet hurting
You revolved around him
Yet the thoughts and musings, perhaps like humans, inside you ruin you
You haven't realized how much he's been burning you
But even if you have, when has pain stopped the course of nature
The Moon
I was the moon
Circling around you
I saw and caught every tear from your eyes
I felt every hurt caused by his flares
I admired your courage, your strength but seeing you like this just fills me with rage
Slowly turning me into the lunar lunatic that I am
I wasn't as humongous and important to pull you away from the sun
I, simply, was not enough
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 6:28 AM UTC
i used to say:
"i will not inflate my own expectations.
i will not get my hopes up high.
i will expect to receive only nothing.
if something beautiful happens, then
i will simply be pleasantly suprised and
i will enjoy every last fleeting second.
if something too ugly happens, then
i will treat it with little more emotional
diress than the loss of a toothbrush.
if i do not set my heart on any one thing,
then i will never be heartbroken.
"i will live my life through a filter, a veil;
i will live my life behind a solid wall,
and i will bide my time."
now i say:
"i will expect to recieve only nothing, but
i will cup the promise of something
beatiful within my own trembling hands.
i will guard my precious pumping heart,
but i will not put it away behind lock and key.
i will take cautious steps through life, but
i will still walk the path underneath my feet.
i will laugh heartily, and i will cry miserably.
i will end friendships, and begin new ones in their stead.
i will acknowledge every single breath, and
i will count each one as a precious gem.
"i will step from behind my filter, my veil;
i will open my heart to life,
and i will live."
Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 3:15 AM UTC
You to me
are the most beatiful sight to behold.
A work of art.
A romantic story waiting to be untold.
I see you walking, bare-footed on this white-sand beach,
How i want to kiss you inch by inch.
Your dark brown eyes, reminds me of a hundred year old book-
speaks thousand of emotions,
telling history
of great men,
of war cries,
undying love.
We step
Closer.
Closer.
Closer to each other.
Until the only gap between us is our breathing.
Three.
Two.
One.
My heart thumps in wild skips.
I just pray that before the moon takes over the sun in the sky.
I will be able to ask you,
"Til Forever, will you be mine?"
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 8:11 PM UTC
I'm just waiting on the catastrophe of my personality to be seen as a beautiful mysterious masterpeice.
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 12:33 AM UTC
that beatiful smile that
you have you would make my day
full with joy everytime i saw you smile
my heart would jump out of joy
my body would feel like dancing
that beautiful smile
that i letted go
but i still keep that beautiful smile in memory
for it gets me thru tough times and rough times
that beautiful smile that kills me inside when i peep at your profil pics that beautiful smile
that shined brighter then the sun she so bezzar so independent
my thought of that beautiful smile
starts my day
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC
Everything you do revolves around the word
perfect
Everything you are is
beatiful
You may not think you are gorgeous but you are.
You truly are.
You have one of the loveliest smiles I have ever seen.
You think everybody criticises how you look but they just envy it.
Your figure is perfect, and if you still don't think that then just remember how much weight you lost.
Remember when you decided nobody would ever date you.
That you thought you were hideous.
Just think of your boyfriend, and how happy he makes you.
He loves YOU for YOU.
I envy the relationships you have.
You can talk to people that live in a different state and treat them like they live a few blocks away from you.
You don't worry about the "long distance" thing
The "you-don't-really-know-what-they're-doing" thing
That's all I worry about.
You have a best friend that would go to prison for ****** just to see you happy.
She might as well be your sister :p
Oh
And if this isn't enough to make you think differently about yourself then think about this:
I love you.
I LOVE you.
I love YOU.
I don't love you for the way you look and neither shoukd anybody else.
You don't need make-up
You don't need to improve yourself
You don't need to worry about what people think about you;
But you do anyways.
You don't see that people love you, because you can't even love yourself.
You let people get to you.
I understand that is easy to do, people are mean and vicious.
They will tear you apart without even noticing it.
And you let them.
They have torn you apart and now you can't see past what they've told you.
I love you soooooo much but you lose me off at times.
Please stop looking at yourself like all those lies are true.
:) you are beatiful and that's all you need to know.
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
Cotton candy plush
Glossed lips crushed
Yours against mine
Colors redder then wine
Smooth tanned skin
Winter pale with sin
Beatiful mixture
Paints a vintage picture
Italian herbs blended
White roses bedded
Refreshing to the soul
Letting me grow
Foggy afternoons
Blowing up like balloons
I need to see clearly
I need this so very dearly
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 12:20 AM UTC
I disappeared today,
transparent ambitions
recreated with the gentle tickle of a paint brush
gliding over my skin.
Deft, sure strokes leave no room for argument.
This is you,
I have made you again.
A beatiful piece of art to hang
in some long, echoing hallway.
You may look, but you must never touch.
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 7:05 AM UTC