"beuty" poems
Oh, Thou beuty makes one lust
As Athena gleams down
With green eyes
Hoping, Wishing for you to fall
The beauty at hand
Crafted only from the G-ds
For a love so strong cannot endure
My heart grows faint
As your's belongs to another
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
Bullies are Haters
And haters are lamers
People like us
are Beutyful and stronger than them
We will not let them win
And we will not let them be the boss
They are not the one who is in control
We control ourself and we don't let the haters ruin our beuty
And we are strong for life
We care for love
We stay and help because we care
We talk and hear
We make mistakes and we forgive them
We share and care
We love and live
We see the light
And we stay in the light
And let our happyness in our face
Smile my friend
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 3:46 PM UTC
There’s beauty in June
THERE IS BEUTY IN JUNE
Sparkly! its June in summer.
The leaves are bright and daze
The trees are ripe, and the Flowers are blooming with chaos
Swiftness is Dashing in the air. the sky is **** with bronze.
The Delights of sunray’s, The taste of Sage.
The woods are Timeless with Venus and Splendor.
The Clouds are Crunchy sizzling with navy and Dew.
The scenery is refreshing, and vineyards are dripping with oats
The Merry of Fowls Swaying towards the east
The respiration of haze to luminous day.
Surely there is Beauty in June
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 8:29 AM UTC
when i met you
you were like a catipiler
i tryed to aproach you
you matured in a cocoon
feelings started to grow
you broke out of your shell
i realized how much i liked you
you spread your wings and took flight
true beuty is you
when i see you
I get butterflys
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 1:39 AM UTC
Like coffee in the morning
I grew used to you somehow
It started bitter and without warning
it is ending that way now
Like Gene Kelly or Sinatra
You have Marlon Brando class
Went to pop music from the opera
Now I cant stop thinking about ***
Like two stings out of tune
We always seem to clash
Bring your beauty to the room
Where the music doesn't match
Art is ever changing: lke w/e idc
People rearranging: Thrz no bEutY Ne wer3
(Jaha baha LOL
They prolly tlk like diz N h3L7 )
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 11:38 AM UTC
people say trust isn't something simply givin, that it's something earned just like with respect right?
then why would we simplly hand out trust and respect to thoose above us?
to the goverment? we put our entire life in their hands. our entire future. We put our entire country in the hands or a stranger and trust them to not mess it up. Why would we simply trust that that police officer isn't lying about what truly happend? And why do we simply hand out respect to our elders? is it because it is the right thing to do? but who made up what was wrong and right? who or what has that power? no one and nothing. Therefore everyone's right and wrong are totally different. we don't know what our elder's do when we arn't looking, do we? So why is it expected of us to hand out respect? Sure it's polite, but yet, who made up what is and/or isn't polite?
Many people will answer this with god. Simply give god the power thaat he made us all. If i were god, i do believe he would regret his actions of creating human's, why create something so disgusting? So he has things to ackknowledge the beuty of earth? While we are ruining it? I do believe if there is a god he would have commited suicide. There is no reason to be proud of us human's in my eyes. We do terribe unforgiveable things, things that ruin, tear apart, demolish other's life. IN just one day it all could come crumbling down. It all did. It has multiple times before. And it will inevitably happen again.
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 9:47 PM UTC
I am attracted to your body
the way you dress
the way you move
the way you smile
its simply perfect,
to me at least
the way you walk
the way you talk
the way you look at me
the way you just touched me with a hug
it makes me love you even more
and i cant stop looking at you
watching you talking to others
or even when you're just sitting
and do nothing except breathing
i cant stop looking at your beuty,
your hair
your eyes
your lips
your skin
and when you comme and talk to me
i look at your eyes and cant stop it
you smile brightly
i love that smile
i am in love with you
please never stop smiling at me
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 8:25 AM UTC
My melody is the tune,
the happy feal of june,
sleep untill noon rise awake for the moon,
No school no cruel!
where that dress with out havin to stress,
cauzz your a beuty'
remember. Not on deuty,.
The heat the sun out-on-a-run,.
bein you, duss havin fun.
we've all felt rain,
we've all delt pain
I'ts the natural I'ts the gain.
moving on will keep it sain.
bin there. done that.
she's odd, she's fat,
Cause you're "cool" HA, you Fool!
your'e word's you're slick?.
Your heart. your SICK,
we take the left because we know the right,
down the road they'll be a fight, thinkin thinkin up all night,
words they say sure aren't right,
the sky is blue' they have no clue your day got gray ,
you're thaughts are cray, you're mind is clay!? wer'e in may
SAY GO!, cant stay!.
yes,
it's long. might do you none...
walk you long. read can't go wrong,.
so now your'e hear,
You're sippin beer?
Look at that, Your'e finally cheer, :)
sincere a real friend to all, answer the call catchin ya fall. Jesse Mckush
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 11:43 PM UTC
Here I am.
At the peak of the mountain top.
Looking out at the sky.
And all the scenery.
The things you witnessed.
That you have only imagine in a dream.
It's like looking at the sky.
And seeing all the beuty of it.
Trying to point out which cloud.
Reminds you of someone.
It's the same upon the mountain top.
You notice the crafted creation of centuries.
In other words.
You get lost in many things.
When you're a top of the moutain peak.
It's like a soar of the eagle.
With his wings spreaded out.
You're impressed.
By your personal accomplishment.
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 9:26 AM UTC
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 11:05 AM UTC
At the 14th street station a hispanic man, medium height with a cowboy hat and a guitar slung around his shoulder walks onto the subway
passengers look on suspiciously...
as the doors shut he picks up his guitar in a well practiced fashion
the eyes of the train are weary...
he begins to play a classic sounding mariachiesque tune
spanish lyrics
A woman with green eye makeup and dark lip liner rolls her eyes and tilts her head back in exasperation
at the end of the short song a sigh of relief sounds through the car
he timed it perfectly to end as the train came to a stop
he takes off his hat and gives a short speech followed by "gracias amigos"
as he walks through the train with it upturned for donations
i regret not giving him money solely because of the expression on the green eye-linered woman's face
i walk out into grand central station and am stunned at the beuty of life
Beuaty is an interesting word for me because i cannot hear it with out thinking of the Jim Carrey line in Ace Ventura "B-E-A-Utiful"
this fact however does not save me from spelling this word wrong nearly every time i write it
Later Quietly drinking and crosshatching an old comic on a saturday
with a train gang of long islanders
miller lite is a heroes welcome
for a repugnant anarchist antichrist superstar
hidden beneath the semi-amiable skin tone, ****** orientation,
and likewise social status
the only thing left to do is commiserate
in the trappings of convenience and leisure
and the clash of Hadit and Nuit
thrumping thrashing in the sea
1000 troops to iraq again
and i don't mind to much
beyond the travesty is great comedy
for miller lite is a heroes welcome
to pennstation in late noon
and two corn dogs for breakfast
In the ancient shadows of illicit eons past
and only existing in the shadows of the now
I stare at the reflection of myself in the eyes of my sunglasses
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
Like a skein of softly woven silk...
She moves silently across ocean waves
Exquisite in her ethereal beuty
Dancing effortlessly across moonlit bay
Her soul knows no boundaries
As it moves silently in the night
Her beauty in midnight glowing
Like a bird soaring in graceful flight
Gliding in misty moonlight
In a gleaming white moon blaze
Her face glowing among the stars
She glides elegantly amongst the waves
Her heart cries to the ******
Bereft, longing to be found
In the misty ebullient sea
In which her poor body drowned
The whales sing her lonely song
Their cries ring strangely thru' the night
Their voices sing without words
Grieving of Sara's rueful plight
Sara's voice cries out in vain
Hertears salty- with ocean air
Crying out in quiet depths
Endlessly in her despair
Glimmering and vast is the sea
The tide rages full- the moon shines bright
As this sad maiden cries out in despair
In the darkness of the lonely night...
Her sorrowful notes of sadness -
Linger eternal ...in the ocean air
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 6:12 PM UTC
I drank heavy from the river
To quench my parched lips
Clear cold water against my
Hands
I am always thirsty
I have broken my teeth
On the ancient rocks
To show loyalty to mother nature
I let her **** me
Without giving her my name
I let her spit in my face
To teach me humility
I let her pluck out my eyes
So I could see the color
More clearly
She stabbed a screwdriver
Into my ears
Until I heard them POP POP
So I would know the beuty of silence
I let her peel my skin
With sharpened stones
So I would know every breeze
You were not easy to me
As you tore my tongue from it's roots
So I would remeber the taste of blood
Forever
Take my fingers
Take my toes
Arms
and Legs
I am dead already
I died a long time ago
The day I was born
Dec 27, 2011
Dec 27, 2011 at 4:19 AM UTC
my name is jane ,though i am quite plain , im more than enough, to drive you insane.
my name is john , i hit the **** on stage i dance ,wearing janes thong.
my name is claire , my beuty is rare, but its not enough , john dont care.
my name is jill , and i get a thrill , when jack gooses me , and i roll down the hill .
my name is jack , love jills rack, a lil sqeeze and shell be in the sack !
Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 2:01 AM UTC
That silly smile you give
With your deep red wine lips
The bubblegum chatter you oblige my days with
They craft out symphonies of mayhem incessently
The jet black ocean dreamers eyes
That blush out the moon in its prime
And once eyes meet
A smile trudges along and greet
Beneath the smooth black sheet of hair
Eyebrows sharpened and with a smiley wink
Th raging velvet satin black hair
That flow like ink out of hebe's imagination
The slender fingers you swing
Look like an aussie serpentine
The incessent wandering eyes
That twist and take you for a ride
The cheeks that radiate with hues of pink
Its like cherries perched on a rosy sheet
Your face is like a razor blade
Melts away the expression it drains
Your face reanimates and moves like the moon
As the sun goes goes only to reappear
You are eternally here
You sparkle along and shine like a precious gem
Your changing mood
Your face expresses like the phases of moon
It Keeps a little beuty
And sometimes a shimmer of mischief
Someday somewhere maybe you will see a snowflake
And someone somewhere might drown in those eyes
Everywhere you go.. You leave a little piece of yourself behind
You envy of davinci, the muse of humbert
Like a dagger with a crystal glaze
You will give cinderella a run for her fame
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 11:25 PM UTC
And who are you to decide that I am not beautiful.
well I decide your wrong.
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 2:57 AM UTC
**** YOURSELF THE WAY YOU WANT.
Every girl!Yes every girl would like to associate with 'em hot,heary-bearded handsome ******
While a bunch of my folks would like to date or hang around 'em beautifully framed,beuty-filled ass-mountained ladies.
Ain't a biggie 'cause yes,we all human we have what we like and deslike
So don't look at someone and just wonder how ugly they are
You don't have any right to insult God's creation wherever,whenever whoever you are ever forever!
Stay tuned at your own local station don't ever go international,
Level a bit style up if that's the only thing that will make you absorb the love and the laugh of you life
Spice up your life with swag and smartness ,
Cream and layer your personality with whatever fat quality you ever think of.
Don't mess around with the best of your heart for being too much loving
For too much love not only broke my heart
But also taught me am not the only man who can love and get denied by many
Oooh!and the cute ones are always ashamed of themselves Everytime they tied that sitbelt of emotions around their waists
Waiting for the acceleration of in-depth emotions of the people they live to love
Only to realize the interests of those they love don't even come close to what they think.
So if it's to impress!
Boy do it!Girl do it.slay to your level.
Stick to your *** mahn!
No man should be ashamed of their artificial beuty promoting the business of another man
Why should you let someone's family go days without food just because you don't want to buy make up.
Why should you make someone suffer for investing his time to invent the Gillette and Aftershave only for you not to shave your private arenas
Why should one be denied access to go to school just because you didn't buy that lipstick.
Come on!It's unprofessional for you to just look the way you look just for the sake
Be some one with something sensual.
This beuty is what 'They' want !What they are after!
So why should you waste your energy and time to look shagy.
SLAY the way you want the world will always judge yup but if someone is there for you
Ooh !He will never get lost
She will come for you!...........,© Shrappoet
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 7:54 AM UTC
I used to hate green
But you love it....
now i feel as if i do to
maybe its meant to be that way
green and blue...
forever attached
in beuty...
<3
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 12:35 AM UTC
Everything in life is temporary
it all ends, but the problem is when things end somthing new begins and you just have to deal with all these beginnings and endings
Everything is temporary
Sadness, love, life, passion, friendships, homes, familys, joy day, night, sleep, awake
It all ends
And you just watch it end over and over again and you have to deal with it
Theres one thing that dosent have an end but still begins and thats death.
It begins but never ends thats why everyone craves it or fears it so dearly
I can think of a million things that never begin but always end
But deaths the one thing that begins without an end.
What brings all these beginings and endings in a cycle only stopped by death?
The three norns
The future is an end, look forward and a million things have already ended
Time brings all ends
And beings bring beginnings, beings desperately build things up hoping not to have ot smashed down by time, but it always happenes, a cycle
The past are things that are to end and the present is things that are ending
The cycle is boring
And sad
It just means your stuck
Theres only one end
That lastts forever and thats death
No happiness without sadness yet there seems to be sadness without happiness all the time
death wont leave me
death dosent forget about you
death dosent leave its forever, past a point of no return
thats beuty
in a universe full of cycles
the only true beuty is an end
Yet objects dont end
When i die my body will decay and go into another cycle
But i will be over
I will be dead
thats whats so beautiful about the anomaly of life
Things cycle forever, never to end
But beings get to end
I truly pity things without being
They cycle forever
No end for them
but the strangetys of the infinantes gave us being!!!
and thats what separate beings from everything else
We die
We get the beautiful gift of an end
Making the most of life is pointless when most ends
if i make the most of a friendship its still gonna end
Everythings temporary and thats never ending
What making the most gives you is only an end that makes you look back and wish things lasted forever?
Pure unfiltered nostalgia
Pain
Regret
Regret of letting it end
Knowing you could have done something to stop it from ending
Regret of not saying more
Not doing the things you where scared to do
but now its over and theres no way to do anything because everythings temporary
Except death
Death lasts forever
An end without an end
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 12:30 AM UTC