"beaut" poems
Can you see the chaos?
They are not talking to you
they are in you
in each flow
of your blood
in every inch
of your bones
the dissonance! the abstract!
the lack of discipline!
it showers beaut
it radiates power
push your existence
through this
like what it is,
an existence, known as
ever since
the depression
cut the chain
get rid of the tie
embrace your persona
light the candle
and dance to this:
The moment you slowly sink
into a set of perfection is just
The moment you dissolve into
the motion of indefinite silence.
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 9:58 AM UTC
Title : Beauty Within Beauty
Poet : Phyll
Genre : Love/Beauty/flaws
Year : 2018
P/Swno. : 260
BEAUTY WITHIN BEAUTY
As Authored By Phyll
Love,
You stand so bold,
And so sleek.
You have this Beaut...
Beautiful,
Rich,
dark,
And chocolate complexion.
Your smooth,
Chocolate skin...
So smooth.
So soft.
So silky.
So sweet...
So sweet like a piece of candy.
When I try and speak,
My words get so mashed up.
I end up not saying anything!
You give me this sense of urge...
Urgency to be the best...
The best person I can be.
You have this beauty about you,
That i can't go a day without.
I have this chronic disease,
The doctor called it ATAY;
Always Thinking About You!
Even though you are already mine,
You have this beauty about you...
You make me feel warm and safe.
Your beauty is mor...
More than just beauty!
Your beauty is a thing I call;
.B..L..A..C..K. .B..E..A..U..T..Y.
Never fall;
For anyone else!
They'll just hurt you in the end.
Trust me cause for them,
As easy as it was to get you
It'll be even easier to replace you.
Believe me when i tell you;
Your BLACK BEAUTY,
Is not your ideal beauty.
Your beauty,
Is the way you carry yourself;
In this high esteemed way.
That I don't care,
About what you say or do wrong.
Cause to me,
It's what your beauty entails.
The way you make words sound;
So smooth and so good.
You give me this sense;
Sense of protection and comfort.
Whenever we hug,
To me the world is just for two;
Just me and you!
When we make eye contact,
And our eyes lock;
I can feel what you feel,
You feel what I feel?
But I can't say how I feel,
With my words.
We can't say a thing,
This connection is wordless...
I just can't explain,
I just don't know why.
I want to get to know you,
More than I know myself.
Despite the fact that I'm a gent,
You make me feel beautifu...
I felt a certain way for you,
Ever since I first met you...
I don't doubt you feel the same,
Ever since I first saw you.
Just never had the courage to say anything,
But i am now your beholder.
Your BLACK BEAUTY,
Portrays it all.
That's why,
I not only like you,
But i love everything about you!
Feel Special my
.B..L..A..C..K. .B..E..A..U..T..Y.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
COPYRIGHT BY PHYLL
[email protected]
(C)2018.*
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 7:47 PM UTC
It's cold outside but warm within,
Rose candles golden glow,
With you here right beside me -
Let winter say hello!
The fire's all cracklin', blazin'
On the wall play love's shadows,
Contours of time a-racin'
Let winter winds bellow!
Your eyes like stars a-twinklin'
I'm lit from my head to toes,
The chords of my heart a-jinglin',
Let cold winds blusterin' blow!
Hearts alive, all hustlin'
And the music turned so low,
Whispers of sweet nothings
As winter steals the show...
A white night beaut' unfurlin',
Snowflakes dance so slow,
Twirlin' , whirlin', swirlin'
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!
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Inspired by the song...
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 9:15 AM UTC
Yes, it's the racing carnival,
Fashionistas so topical,
Significance trivial,
Eye candy,
Drunk and silly,
Studs in suits,
Looking beaut,
Glitterati,
Haves and wannabes,
For the paparazzi,
Doyens of the racing industry,
You all look fabulous,
Gambling magnanimous,
Thoroughbreds' gloss,
Media hype and dross,
Great racing day,
***** bets and babes,
Stuff the plebs today,
Our city's public holiday,
Melbourne Cup Day!
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 8:40 PM UTC
Babies babies they are so cute you see
I love babies yeah they are very cute
You see they sit in their crib
And they really in a cute way they cry
You see babies are cute
They keep their parents up all night
And they do all their baby talk
To each and every other baby in sight
You see they look cute
You ****** beaut
Babies are very cute
The cutest in the land
Babies babies the cutest in the land
They are so very tiny, dude
As they cry all day and night
Their parents get ****** off
Their bodies feel very rough
And they are too tiny to be tough but they are cute
And you ****** beaut
Babies are the best
I like babies because they are ****** cute
The babies cry for attention
Too many times to mention
But they are cute you ****** beaut
Cute little babies yeah
Babies babies are the cutest yeah they look so cute and
You can really admire them yeah they like the words tickle tickle Tum Tum and around and around the garden begging everybody's pardon
Babies are cute and really true blue babies are very cute
And they sit there saying goog goo gah gah
Babies are the cutest humans in this very good land
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 2:29 AM UTC
O the One brighter than the brightest star!
O the One who talked to the moon above!
O the One whose presence bloomed all the flowers!
O the Beaut One!
O the Belovently Beloved One!
O, Mustafa!
You are the source of sparkle for our illuminating universe.
Your luminosity left the shimmering sea overjoyed.
Your benignity softened the hearts of hard-hearted.
Your nobility had left me breathless.
For how can I describe the indescribable?
Apr 8, 2021
Apr 8, 2021 at 6:09 AM UTC
10 pm
i saw this girl on tiktok she was so pretty
12:33 am
why does everyone my age look so much better than me
2:45 am
wow i look nothing like these girls
3 am
i'm going to starve myself and maybe i'll look right
4:56 am
positive affirmations. i am beaut-no. i can't compete
8 am
i can do better
10 pm
i saw this girl on tiktok she was so pretty
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 6:50 AM UTC
Brushwork
If I were a jazz pianist I would pay
my dues in one lump sum on a tip
from some country singer on his way
down who gives me the shirt off his back
a Nudie with piping and plenty
of rhinestones that catch the stage
lights just so and sweep in reflection
across the polished planes of my 1890
rosewood Steinway Grand Modal C
a beaut with a pedigree, one I won’t fail
to mention from the stage in the second set
during the pause between How High The Moon
and I Love The Life I Live from behind
a bobbing cigarette, sharing the remarkable
fact that this is the very same piano
Mose Allison played in a two night stand
at the Blue Note in 1962. Later I’ll work Jimmy
the trumpet player’s name into a tune and trade
winks with the guy on upright bass
the drummer slack jawed oblivious, lost
to us all in some very tasty brushwork.
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 7:49 AM UTC
the hand that rubs my body down
is soft: softly veined &
of a powder-white translucence; transcribed
from dover chalks to run down my
chest, backs of my thighs.
the hand that rubs my body down
curves in sweet musics 'round my soul;
the shrill but beaut'ous rasp of skin
on skin
-- of fingertips tracing strange poetry
along my spine.
the hand that rubs my body down
holds in its palm a sacred oil;
anointing me at midnight hour. muted
bewitchments; burns the candle
down to a nub.
the hand that rubs my body down
calls for christ in attics of sunday
afternoon ... crosses its fingers in
spiteful fits
of piousness.
the hand that rubs my body down
takes the shape of golden scarab;
sets aflame my eyes of beaming azure &
finds in me a willing servant.
the hand that rubs my body down
wakes me at dawn, partnered
with an extension of pinpointed
warmth: the touch of her breath upon my cheek.
Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 7:41 PM UTC
she left when i was four
no explanation or anything more
it cut me straight to the core
you may think i was too young
to understand but my heart tore
my baby sister she was two
she barely could walk without falling
down onto the floor
now I barely see her
she's growing up too fast
she doesn't remember much of that past
she remembers calling me *****
And that she loved saying "it's purple."
I remember so much more
The smell of my moms sweet perfume
how she always had these really good cookies
her hugs and her kisses
but that day when she left it hurt me so much
because a girl needs her mother
a mother cannot leave her children
but my mom she was different
she never said "Good bye."
She never taught me to fly
she didn't see Jillian become the beaut she is today
she won't be able to see my sixteenth birthday
or be there for graduation
or my wedding
but whatever at least I have my dad
and my little sister
and family and friends
at least i have you guys/girls
because i know if you were going to leave you would at least say
"Good bye."
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 8:17 AM UTC
The cobbled stones, awash by moon
The drunken laddies that sip and swoon.
To gaze upon the midnight beaut
Would parish ones will to that of Newts.
Thus lady’s hair does fall much like
A waterfall of pure moonlight.
With eyes of jewel and crystal light
Sets ones soul ablaze and heart, bright.
With opulent lips, does she possess
Such voice of tinkling bells distress.
With wisps of silver at loves cheeks
Gold flecks do twinkle at brows peek.
To tame such beauty is hopeless venture
Too many a drunk lad, sweet and tender.
To gaze upon midnights supple dream
Is to be more than merely heard, but seen.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 12:45 PM UTC
Its large scaly head rears back.
Fire roasting its throat,
Spewing out of its fanged mouth.
Veiny wings spread out,
Raising its *** into the air.
Its majesty dwarfs all,
Weapons are useless
Against its armored hide.
Its beaut graces all,
Fangs, fire, and talons
Destroy all in front of it.
Its elegance overshadows all,
Lesser beings run in fear
Of facing this beast.
Isn't it sad that we will never see
This wonderful, fantasy creature?
Mar 6, 2011
Mar 6, 2011 at 3:18 PM UTC
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Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 7:25 AM UTC
Her sole tread this earth when faith became narrow
With the sun disappearing beneath her earthly crest
And perched high up her kin bid her good morrow
Her scent revered across the land when war she laid to rest
This was Pleiades the seven studded sister rooted in love
She who prunes the shrub down to the stem
So light may cleave the soul that fell from above
And such was her beaut the beloved daughter of Shem
Cast into a world fashioned in hate
Eager to condemn and prosecute in cod
How difficult it is to welcome our heavenly fate
How can you experience your self anything less than a God
So when her lips seize to move she awaits your state
Because only your self believes your self to be flawed
Yet things and beings remain as the same
As the tree still rooted whence she sway
As the nightly stars whence she came
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 10:44 AM UTC
Now you're ready to go and knock 'em dead
ever since you read 'War and Peace'
you ran up a hill shooting wild geese
depression lifted - such a happy release
You sat bolt upright in the middle of the night
couldn't wait to get out there, that's alright
do what you want to do, nothing held back
I've given you purpose - now you'll have the knack
of sussing things out, see what life's about
from now on you will have no more doubt
I see you jumped on a horse - ruffled
someone's hair as a matter of course you did, you beaut
I'm watching to see how you'll get on
the golden dust you leave will be long gone
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 4:10 PM UTC
everyone needs
to leave me alo
ne because it hu
rts me too look
at them and I d
on't know wher
e I am and the
bed reeks of s
ex and laundry
detergent and
when I die will
my hair be stra
ightened? mak
e up my own fu
cking lyrics and
cry a lot and c
ount my allies
on my fingertip
s when did eve
ryone start hati
ng me?? am I
going to hell? i
s this hell? mu
sic isn't beaut
iful anymore b
ecause of you,
you ******* fu
ck why do I ev
en bother with
you why did I
even talk to yo
u you were alm
ost as ****** a
s I am!!! I'm sca
red to stick it t
o the man
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
I carry a rose
A beaut among the thorns;
I carry and carry
for the love I bear dearly.
Oh my journey was painful,
through storms and droughts I go,
I care not for calamity,
I care only for my noble journey;
But alas,
The rose,
Once red, now withered brown,
the green stem now a dry lump of a stick,
and the leaves dried and flew with the wind.
But I care not,
I place it down,
I place it down from where you've rest,
Then I as well, took my rest.
And with my deed done,
I shook my head and left,
And I left the rose from where you've rest,
But I know to myself,
and to the coming times I tell,
I carry a rose,
And it was beautiful like you.
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 8:42 AM UTC
I became a lost soul
and you had already been lost
in the midst of darkness
we found each other
in the midst of our words
our ******* words, you know
they have power
so much power
and as the days went on
the nights got longer
our weakness turned to love
our love became stronger
I gave in
to what I said I wouldn't
I tried to hold back
sadly I couldn't
and here I sit
missing something that
...never was
and hoping
for something that
....never could be
because I love you
and i miss you
and becoming engaged
in floetry
wasn't only for me
like you had presented
it to be
...ha.
not such a fool I am,
you see?
I love myself enough
to know I have an addiction
to things that give me life
to feelings that are
different
oh the ache
oh the pain
you devoured my soul
into your wretched world
and I felt safe
...I felt safe
bleeding these words
on a screen
licking my wounds
until the sin
is washed clean
you cannot hear my screams
you'll never see my tears
though it is killing me slowly
to walk away so lonely
but I have a heart
...a heart to shield
to keep it beating
I must rule the day
you truly are such
a gentleman
a lovely beaut
wrapped in a lie
soaked in a cheat
and u can't even see
your own deceit
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
A size 14 at the age of 14 she didn’t love the body she was in
But how can you blame her, she did have a seventeen magazine subscription
Airbrushed girls, with their perfect pin curls showing you how to be pretty
Gap thin thighs, the one thing she did despise but would certainly die
to get.
She tried it all
Starvation lasted not more then a week because for food she was weak
Switching it up
She would feed her addiction just to plummet it into the toilet and then flush it away at the end of the day
She tried it
Gagged so hard, stuck her fingers down her throat so far
Till she thought she felt her tonsils
Worst decision of her life
She never tried it again after that night.
She gave up the pursuit of the beautiful magazine look and lived her self conscience life
Grew up with it until it became her best friend..never to part until the end.
Junior year, she’s now 16 turning 17 and some things are starting to change
She’s getting attention from other guys and yeah it’s a bit strange
That day she stood in the mirror and just stared
Stared at what she avoided for three years
Stared at her curvature, skin, smile and then
That’s when she realized, she was actually a beautiful toothsome girl
A different kind of elegant pearl
Belonging to the finest columbine
She had the hips that every girl in her school talked about
The teeth of pearly whites that complimented her biggest smiles
She was growing into herself, slowly loving herself the way she is
Five years past now she’s in her 20′s
Her best friend from earlier years still pays a visit because even though she knows her beaut she still held on to her self conscience mess
Oddly enough it was her comfort from the first time they ever met.
Maybe one day she’ll find herself a new best friend
One that’s more uplifting then the last one has been
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 8:51 AM UTC
A Black House and a White House,
Lived on opposite ends and worlds,
Were merely divided by a Grey Fence.
The Black House made bricks of unknown,
So the Grey Fence was taller,
The White House made bricks of misjudgment,
So the Grey Fence was wider.
The White House dug trenches of resentment,
Then the Grey Fence had depth,
The Black House made bob-wires of pride,
So the Grey Fence had spikes.
The Black House and White House
Made improvements to the Grey Fence,
Until it was insurmountable, but hence
Came at the expense of the land of their houses.
They went back to living in their own worlds.
Settlers saw opportunity in the Grey Fence.
Doors, windows, furniture made it into house.
The Grey House was the tallest,
Wideness made it the biggest,
With trenches and bob-wires as protection,
The beaut besting between the three.
The White House got a sour sledgehammer,
The Black House an envious ripping bar,
The White House a jealous jackhammer,
The Black House a beguile bulldozer.
Both houses were going hammer and tongs,
Trying to demolish what they had built.
Minutes, hours, day after day and beyond
But the Hate, the Grey Fence, was rock solid.
Nov 11, 2020
Nov 11, 2020 at 9:33 AM UTC
you see i love christmas ya see
lots of lollies and cakes oh yeah
followed by a nice cold beer
christmas in australia
we have gum trees and bottlebrush
and koala bears and emus so cool
people suffering that is horrible
how about we save our christmas shopping money dude
to givs a poor person a gift
and there is pavlova and trifle yeah
and white christmas and mushroom cakes to share
ornaments on the christmas tree and lights on outside
yeah, people looking at our lights and they love it when they shine so bright
right into this great dark night
christmas in australia
people are in hospitall, feeling very very sick
and there isn’t that much to do, as to give them gifts of joy
maybe a card decorated with coloured flowers yeah
and a pink and yellow gingerbread house
which is made out of real gingerbread
so they have other things besides hospital food to eat
people are at war today
fighting for what they believe is right
they are away from their houses every day and night
i wish they were all at home celebrating christmas in australia
jingle bells jingle bells
jingle all the way, christmas in australia on a scorching summers day
jingle bells jingle bells
christmas time is beaut
oh what fun it is to ride in a rusty holden ute
we travel up to darwin as well as cairns, broome, katherine and townsville
we see the poor people say, give us a dollar bill
you say yes, but i could regret it when they spend it up on *****
a piece of you thinks they deserve to party, oh yeah they do
being christmas and all, and then we go and sing carols, my friend
in the old church hall
ayers rock and coober pedy, are great places to see
the christmas pageant in adelaide is put on so wonderfully
melbourne and sydney light up the towns voices with carols in the domain and music bowl
and you see all the favourite stars lift up their voices and sing
and whether your a man who enjoys a can of beer by the tele
or a devoted family man looking at carols and lights
we all have fun, ruppity *** ***
at christmas in australia
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 12:31 AM UTC
Tho' modern pen has lost a cursive touch
and words archaic; poet's old cliches,
electric type has still the phrase to clutch
and render beauty's make through sonnet praise.
Have I then prompt to key my quill to prove
iambic worth has ink for grace so rare?
Tho' words cannot do just, nor then improve
but page her beaut for those that cannot stare.
A lady's fair in metered writ, romance!
And have so in; revered poems of old
now newer peach must too afford a chance
to muse a bard, that none her flair withhold.
Let modern sonnet's ode new blush to art!
And tho' from present phrase, they still impart.
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 9:40 AM UTC
Why is coeds so. Good at poem sew you ask?
Ha
What a stupid one you are guy
Ime thw voice of the nation, you know that's true. But thing is ya know I'm grea, do you filled
Have you Ben stein watch going on Henry'
Whom thrifting is unmatched laddie
I dell,chomp you know thei is ri
Atiocorrdt doesn't exactly ymwor doff name beaut I like is all the maybe
Hohe man I'm phony bad I'm goooîd
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 4:53 PM UTC
Your face is lit up from the light on the screen
As you type on the only place you're ever seen
Press the control keys, make yourself jump
20 years crouching over gave your back a ****
You're following that woman with long flowing hair
High cheekbones, long ears, and she's going somewhere
You're led to a boat, though you've never been trained
To sail a three-masted beaut, it has been ingrained
For instructions are soon to pop before your eyes
With large flashing arrows hanging in the skies
You grasp at the rope and hoist up the anchor
And you turn to the woman to possibly thank her
She's there for a moment, but gone when you cough
The words in the air spell out: She logged off
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 9:34 AM UTC
I fell, hapless, when our souls first met
Just how it happened, oh I will never forget
That wicked one, he worked his charm
Barging into my life, without an alarm
Returned to my senses, when broke, that spell
Trapped as guinea pig, I was, I could tell
His everlasting embrace, it chained my soul
Battered, shattered, half from whole
He left me all alone, but he left me strong
Oh wait, I left him; to say he did, would be wrong
He was but a voice, a frail one, in my head
But I was so affected by all that he said
"You try, you fail, you'll never be good enough
You love, you're hurt, life will always be this rough"
But then I heard my soul so meek
"May I?", he hesitated; I enthused, "sure, speak!"
"You feel like you're dead inside, but look how alive
you sound as you respond with zeal, like you're only about five"
And there released a giggle, a tear
'I found her again, but will I lose her?' I feared
"No, woman, no! The little girl will always be alive"
He said with such credence, "I know she will survive!"
I was falling again, this time, to rise
I turned around to say goodbye, to the one I despise
That voice in my head, refuses to leave
But now, his balderdash, I refuse to believe
He talks, he jabbers, often on mute
I'm lost in sweet spiels, of this new beaut
Now listen, carefully, my stranger friend
If that spiteful voice finds you, shift the trend
Rush out, reach out, to YOU, your soul
protect it from him, maintain your whole
Arduous, it may be, but that voice, do seek to find
For that's true love, not the demeaning voice in your mind
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 11:37 AM UTC