"beautifuly" poems
You are a Woman of Iron,
Composed of high expectations,
Forged with strong morals.
Quenched by the coldness of the world.
Your determination stands firm against all challenges.
Victories are graciously and easily surrendered to you.
Energetic and effective action.
All around you, people take notice.
Your are a Woman of Silk,
Your feminine form, undeniably ****
Your sweet odor is of respect and admiration.
Your skin, amazingly smooth & firm.
Your sensal lips draw me closer.
Your smile, beautifuly contagious, brightens all the day.
Your blue-gray eyes, sparkle of happiness and captures my soul
Your sassy auburn hair, thick and shinney,
bounces and flows as you graciously move about.
Your voice is soothing, it sings to my heart.
Your laughter, lifts my spirits,
A perfect combination, you are...
A woman of Iron & Silk!
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 5:52 PM UTC
Wake up with a jump and a start.
This isn't just prose,
this is an art.
To weave your stories, through and
through, with
broken pen and missing shoe.
With mixed conviction,
perfect diction,
convicts swoon at your traditions.
As long as you believe
the lines make sense, they'll breathe
your soul and lack pretense.
Self-defense from knives to words and songs to birds,
soaring
o'er the roar and o'er the dives,
through the skyscraper's windows, break a floor and seek to strive.
Words are not just words,
I've heard many a stern voice
attacking a sturdy herd of
wavering wordsmiths who have
forgetten that they have a choice.
Alliteration counts as craftful creation
and the tale of poets shows it: these
sentences are paintings of a nation.
Decorating time and space
and all its stations of making a
stand.
You're a poet,
perfectly pathological,
hurting through rose- colored
opticals and bleeding for something
beautifuly better, just getting lost calls
but keep searching for the right letters; don't let the sands of time make you hate your written desert.
It's worth your weary hands.
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 8:49 PM UTC
I've got a dozen words in my head,
They sound like poetry,
But a little dead,
Like ghost of words,
I would've said,
But Ive changed.
It's sounds like poetry,
Cause it's both a blessing,
And a curse,
He screamed,
To feel everything so,
Deeply,
It wasn't he,
Was me,
I said that,
Ghost words,
Ghost words,
But baby,
They're beautifuly,
Arranged,
Like the flowers at a new grave,
Cause no body comes back,
No body visits,
These ghost words,
Yeah poetry,
Dead poets society,
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 5:34 PM UTC
THESE EYES,THESE BEAUTIFUL EYES
When you looked at me
The fire of your eyes created
Deep waves in the sea of my soul
I am drowning deeper and deeper
In the wide ocean of infinite love
These eyes,these beautiful eyes
Made me see deep in the ocean
And imbibe wisdom from the sky
These eyes,these beautiful eyes
Painted kindness on my mind;
And inscribed love on my heart
These eyes,these beautiful eyes
More beautiful than the starry night
More sweet than the moonbeam kiss
More kind than fragrance of perfumed garden
These eyes,these beautiful eyes
Marilyn Ann Francis Beautiful....EXCELLENT...MAF
Angela Davis
Natasha Nabokov Thank you, poets, you make my day Natasha Nabokov It's such a memorable poem, Matloob. Thank you
Wow, Matloob, you should post your work in FM Online Magazine, I know that the editor would publish it!
Michele Vizzotti-White Writing about eyes is such a great idea and u do it so beautifuly, u go on from the appearance to the way they make one feel in few but rich words, my fav line is the painted kindness in my mind eyes tell so much yet i have not read many poems about them
Saalik Siddiqui Fantastic indeed.
Demelia Denton Another beautiful poem Matloob
Melanie Bingham Chapman very, very nicely written !
Natasha Nabokov Oh, you are so magnificently productive
Larry Barmash What would you do if I sang out a tune
Perry Alexander Nectar of love.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 10:25 PM UTC
and on my breath
i feel his talkative
and in my heart
feel his words so beautifuly evocative
and in my mind feel his wonderful
and whats so forbidden is so beautiful
if only all the stupid fools knew
they would all feel so wonderful too
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 3:12 AM UTC
Glistening, glimmering in the night
you make me feel so beautifuly bright
flouting in the dark for the world to embrace
but all i can see is your smiling face
You stand on the hill top tall
howling form be above all
your fur so soft an warm
your heart so calm even in this storm
As the moon, my rays kiss your cheek
giving you the comfort you seek
i whisper in wind i am always here for you
for Wolf and Moons love is eternally true
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 9:55 PM UTC
have you ever sat up at night
just sat there cigarette after cigarette
a feeling of what the **** is going on
why this and why that
the pillow might as well be cement
the dark inflicts more wounds than rest
what keeps you up
faces, expiriences
**** i dont know
its everything all rolled up
what words exist in any language to describe it
its your worst nightmares
and the best high youve ever known
they simultaneously intertwine
to become something resembling addiction
i mean what else could it be
its the best gift a mind could be given
yet drives you to see your dark edges
like fire and gasoline
its beautifuly destructive
but like ashes on the burnt plains
green grass may grow again
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 12:39 AM UTC
little scraps of paper
strewn across the hall like its
over
but with crimson stars on musty bedsheets
we realize it has only begun.
good, better, best, work early so you aren't late,
late as in 6 feet under...
just push it all away with high scores and hard work.
who cares about your bleeding heart
or those odd marks you can't see from far away.
youre a star! stars don't take breaks,
they burn forever,
and then implode.
silently.
beautifuly tragic.
"what a way to go!" the sticker says.
one hundred percent.
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 10:47 AM UTC
no place, i would rather be.
sitting on golden sand, by sea.
once single, then dyad, now triad.
growing in love our little family.
and the sun shines down glad,
and we chase away, lingering sad
and we smile, the summer day long.
and i watch play, boy and proud dad
but in other climes, a sad song,
plays in a room where life is not long
and there is much pain
and somehow it is so, very wrong,
that some live and gain
and some who, seeded by bad grain,
are short changed, days of life
and deseperate death reigns.
but in both places, love conquers strife
and in both places love is beautifuly rife.
love, lives hopeful and large, everywhere
because whether long or short, we all live under damocle'an knife.....
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 11:19 PM UTC
i wish I could write beautifuly,
Fluently,
As you do,
Abstract,
With the knack of adding ferocity,
Leaves you breathless,
But content,
Art,
But ugly,
Rugged and rough,
Yet lovely,
I'm a child,
Nothing more,
Weak in the act of living,
I could do better,
Better,
Could I do?
I wanna write like you,
As if the words were rolling off Gods tongue,
Onto yours,
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC
Trapped in an prescripted plan
Held back by unwritten rules of the human clan
I wander down the dark alleyways and I hear them whisper
You should do that! You should do this!
You're not a kid anymore stop the whimper!
Forget those foolish naive dreams!
As I get older those whispers get louder
I hear them scream
Go to college! Find a partner! Work from dust till dawn to satisfy the hunger for the papers so intoxicating, so beautifuly green!
But what is this for if it doesn't bring me joy?
What if I don't want to live the same boring life as they all did?
egoistic without purpose so horribly materialistic
No! That is not the path I want to take
I'll rather be broke than fake
I'll rather be single than in the arms of a snake
I'll rather be uncertain than certain about every little detail
Set me free so I can be what I was always destined to be
I'll find real happines for me and I don't need you all to agree
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 7:17 AM UTC
And how do i start now
the knife in my chest
a wound where light enters
me next
its a strange feeling this pain in me
its
beautifuly stinging ,
the empty place where your body used to lay.
the heartache of your disappearance
is giving me a new breath
my flesh burns for the feeling
my fingers long to reach your skin
and as i think of this
i no longer see you
i see me
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 5:19 PM UTC
the rain falls,
like a hymn,
upon the windows.
a song of hope,
sent from grey
and sombre sky.
given to an
adoring ground
accepted as
communion and
restoration.
listened to from within,
watched by wondering eyes,
the holiness of nature.
....beautifuly divine....
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 4:39 AM UTC
"I hate you but thank you for letting go!"
Everyone heard the words you said
They all believed, chattering and confused
But no one is better than him above
He knows everything
While you knows what it means
The person hearing it under numerous individuals standing in the crowd
Wishing he could dug a whole to hide
Hoping that he didn't did it on the first place and regret
Seeing you as beautifuly strong
Standing in the stage with chins up and resolute eyes
Lips curved into a mesmerizing arc
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 9:39 PM UTC
As the thoughts of Night cruelly meander
I await your light like a Czech Leander
to guide me over the river of sadness
my Hero's arms purifying my madness
after I appear soaked by the nightly swim
ready to hear your voice that sings
like the most beautifuly flock of birds
you are a true shepherd of my mental herds
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 11:14 AM UTC
the horizon was a painting
i saw its blurried lines today
erased with the flick of a wrist
repainted with the color grey
was it an ilusion?
or was it just me?
seeing what i wanted to see
a world of my own to recreate
to mold, to shape, to paint
everything
beautifuly unfinished
everything
tragically unmoving
am i the horizon?
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 6:14 PM UTC