"beautifulness" poems
I LOVE MYSELF
With all my flaws
In my Beautifulness,
In my mistakes,
In my weakness,
In my darkness.
I love myself, because I am worth it.
I am a high power person who can move mountains with my love, thoughts and dreams
I am good, kind, funny, full of life and love, contagious with my explosive energy
Some things may be equally essential but nothing is more important than loving oneself
And at this moment the love I have for myself goes above and beyond.
It could reach the end of the universe if I just unwrap it
I love me in my inane, craziest, sanest, beautiful twisted, darkest and funniest way
I love me in a way that no one does
I love me in my fullest woes
I am everything that I can and will be
I am frightfully proud of my flaws and proudly wearing them as no one is perfect
This is the start of a new journey to me
The journey of love and self acceptance
The journey to fully embrace and value my own self
I allow myself to fall in my stupidest and biggest way, just to get back up and catch my breath again
Failure will not stop me but make me stronger
I am fully seeing me and smiling at my imperfected and distorted reflection
Hugging myself so tightly, refusing to let go
The more I am spending time with me,
The more and more my love grows
Is it bad for my health ? I do not think so.
It’s true, I am better, happier, more free, powerful, at peace
The sun is shining on me
I don’t need no help to be beautiful, ‘cause I’ve got me
I’ve got that uncontainable light from within me
I am smoldering a treasure, sharing laughter, joy and sadness with myself
I have learnt the phases of myself
So distant from that little insecure girl I used to know
As I allow her opinions to matter
I have accepted her difference
Her different kind of beauty, I have learned to love
This feeling of wholeness, self acceptance, comfort and love, is liberating
I wrap myself around my contorted and beautiful else to form a ME
As I am, Raw and Real
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 6:34 AM UTC
a blaze of stars
decorate the bush sky's darkness
a blaze of stars
their lighting is like glitter bars
twinkling in arraying brightness
exhibiting beautifulness
a blaze of stars
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 9:17 AM UTC
I have not been able to sleep,
While my heart has sunk to the deep.
Can't do much but to wait and weep,
Seeking for thee almost like a little creep.
Ah, such fair blonde hair,
Spreading thy sweetness through the air.
Such divine beautifulness, so rare.
For God almighty you are the only one that I care.
Alas, I have finally came to take my aim,
Going on a journey of love for thee before catching in the flame.
Such satanic curse, no shame.
For Lucifer sake without you my world would not be the same.
The almost hopeless journey for thee is becoming sad,
Thy disappearance soon enough would turn me mad.
But awaiting the precious fruit of love is making me glad,
Perhaps thou art the one to retrieve the love that I once had.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 3:08 PM UTC
As someone with OCD,
And knowing that it is biochemically
Indistinguishable from romantic love, I agree
With those who claim that "love is an illusion"
And point out to those who disagree
That I have found it many times over and still feel that way.
I don't believe in love,
To believe implies doubt, and a leap of faith,
So no -I do not believe in love.
I also do not believe in tables or bananas,
It is simply enough that they exist.
That does not, however, mean it's not an illusion.
Therefore; [insert your own reality/subjectiveness/quantum stuff here]
Love is beautiful, and also an illusion.
If that takes the beautifulness of it away from you
Then you need to realise that illusions are real too,
Just not always easy to understand.
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
Idea Image Imagine Mirage Imagination Ghost Spirit Angel Love
That is how I describe you. That is how I see you. You look so beautiful every time I see you. That is the way you are. I see you pass. I see you for a moment. Then I try to see you again after that and you are gone. I'm not sure if I really saw you or if I just imagined you. Then when I go around I see a flash of beautifulness and loveliness. Then I see you smile. And I fall. Lovely. That is what you are.
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 6:20 PM UTC
And I am suddenly sure that you walked these streets
With the same musing, searching expression
All those years ago
Looking and looking for love, and finding instead
Ephemeral beautifulness in everything…
And so, to continue to do what I try hard to-
Be worthy to even memory of you-
I try to see that beautifulness too.
May 19, 2012
May 19, 2012 at 3:24 AM UTC
There’s an empty cottage
at the end of this lane
Jane said
and there’s a large apple tree
in the garden
and no one goes there
so maybe we can look
through the windows
and see what’s there
sounds good
you said
and she smiled at you
in her shy manner
and brushed her fingers
through her long black hair
and breathed in
the summer air
and there were birds
flying overhead
and a small brook
running along side
the lane
and you felt happy
being there with her
looking at her profile
at the way her eyes
looked about her
and her flowered summer dress
she said her mother made
and the way she swayed
her hips as she walked
and you sensed her nearness
her just being there
just a fingertip away
and when you came
to the empty cottage
she ran ahead and peered
through the windows
and you came along beside her
and looked through the glass
at the emptiness within
and she said
let’s see if the doors are locked
and she ran to the door
and pushed but it was locked
and she said
just a chance we could have gone in
and pretended it was ours
and imagined where
we could have put our furniture
and we could have gone up the stairs
and looked out and pretended
it was our bedroom
and we had just married
and then she was silent
and you stood behind her
and touched her arm
and said
let’s go pick some apples
and you can pretend
you’re going to cook
an apple-pie
for our dinner instead
and she smiled
and gently pressed her lips
on your cheek
a small wet warmness
entered you
and oh
you thought
as she ran to the tree
that she would always be here
just the summer sun
and she in her beautifulness
and 13 year old me.
Mar 23, 2012
Mar 23, 2012 at 4:55 PM UTC
Mama always said you reap what you sow, but that was back when I was ten years old, back when I begged and cried she wouldn't leave me in the cold, hoping and pleading I would never grow like my old man.
Mama always said be careful what you wish for, but shouldn't she be the one careful when she sticks that needle in her arm, when she pops another pill to take away all the pain. But trust me when I say the easy train isn't always the greatest way. You took in a man, you barely knew, let him sleep in your house in your own bedroom, never believed your kids when they said they hated that evil man. But still you couldn't stop the black vans from coming, from taking the kids away, from life changing and never being the same. Oh god. The sun rises and the sun sets and I still hold on to your beautifulness before the drugs took it all away like a thief In the night who didn't stray from stealing my prize possession someone I looked up too, but know what can I do but look down upon you. I hope one day you can actually grow up and realize I do love you, but I can't because I hate what you do. Behind the eyes of a childhood memory I write this, but with heart of a lion I type this, and with the will of a fighter I finish this.
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
For the prologue
As a sign of gentlemanliness
I pull my hat for her
How beautiful you are my lady
And then I put my hand forward to her
And to the greatest wakanda saga
Venom spew her **** lips to my face
With no second taught
I took my leave to live
Far away into the land of singles
For her beautifulness
Will give me nothing but illness
I am looking for a boo not a poo
So I took my hat and my heart
Who burns love letters to ashes
on a first date??
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 10:41 AM UTC
let them be as beautiful strokes,
The unique and creative
but yet imperfection bumpy
I'd rather be a bumpy, smudged painting
Letting people feel my texture
With mistakes made with through painting
Let me bumpy and have mistakes
to live, to feel the beautifulness of imperfection
Up on an old wall
Dusty and broken floors
Let me not be perfect
When you remember an old smell or texture
I'd rather be irregular, and if
then casted out for my imperfections
than to be bought from ungrateful people,
Always craving attention from the wealthy
But never knowing what it's like to be myself
Never knowing what living is
I'd rather look of bumpy and unattractive
than of beauty, and perfection
If I could feel the worlds inner beauty
I'd rather be a bumpy, smudged painting.
Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 11:26 AM UTC
I wake up, I see green
Evergreen trees
Open the window, I smell water
Fresh rainwater
Walking outside, I see birds
Bee-Eater birds greeting hello
Socking in the beautifulness, I touch the flowers
Wildflowers grow in the distance
But, I wake up
In an aglow dreaming
Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 4:20 PM UTC
There's always a lot of things that make me captivated by humans
The way they talk,
the way they laugh,
the way they make someone so happy
And i know there's a lot of them that aren't trustable too
they can hurt you in a way you cannot imagine
But that's the beauty of them
how can they still amaze you when they've done something so evil
And that is the thing that makes me look like a fool
Only a fool who willing to get hurt just to see that beautifulness
over and over again
Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 5:38 AM UTC
I feel the uniqueness
the beautifulness.
Every fabric of
my self is wrapped
in difference.
People question colour
stating that they dont see.
Everything about us
is just pure heresy.
I'll never pick.
I'm one blessed with
the gift of cultures
you can question me
but your
the ******* vulture.
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 10:18 PM UTC