"unstinted" poems - Hello Poetry

Her beauty is that of a million diamonds glittering with perpetual gracefulness; each reflecting its own ray of light making brilliant patterns, She in herself an integral part; a masterpiece of God’s finest art, As His giant gentle hands molded her He knew exactly who she would be, She would be the one whose voice is so calm; calm enough to hear the whispers of angels from the depth of eternity, Whose smile blaze with sullen magic; enough to penetrate through the sandstones of the hills and mountains, She will be in her human self a miracle on the face of existence; whose beauty is indescribable in words; a joy to watch when she grazes the floor with her graceful walk, To see the eyes of men attendant and respectful; and the eyes of women upholding the hypothesis of her dignify honor when she talks, She will be that lady who moves with such flawless coherence of elegance and perpetual gracefulness that dead heart beat when she pass, Sending off a wave of unstinted pleasure to their inhumane face in amazement to her indefinable class, She will be that lady whose voice command respect; so much respect that no bird dares sing in the planet when she talks, In view of the universe being created around her immaculate gracefulness; the earth would rotate and dance in congruence to the luxuriant wave of her sweet voice, waxing strong in her ambiance such to believe in her ineffable gift of completeness; for her presence is bliss seasoned with perfection, She will be a dowager queen who radiates lucid rawness of orchestrated elegance; So much elegance that the angels gasp in the wake of her presence, same very angels would spread their wings in adoration so she could graze upon them, those same angels would seek and find solitude in the ambiance of her meticulous tenderness, wishing that the melody from her luxuriant voice could be turn into songs; they will forever dance to its tune of sublime perfection, wishing they could bask in the warmth of her smile; they will never forget to mask their face with it, wishing they could bath with the purity that springs from her immaculate eyes; they will remain forever sacred, wishing their names could be transcribed into the adoring letters of her name; for they shall forever bear the name HANNAH.

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Oct 2, 2016

Oct 2, 2016 at 12:52 AM UTC

oguh-stanley

ANGEL IN HUMAN SKIN

Her beauty is that of a million diamonds glittering with perpetual gracefulness; each reflecting its own ray of light making brilliant patterns, She in herself an integral part; a masterpiece of God’s finest art, As His giant gentle hands molded her He knew exactly who she would be, She would be the one whose voice is so calm; calm enough to hear the whispers of angels from the depth of eternity, Whose smile blaze with sullen magic; enough to penetrate through the sandstones of the hills and mountains, She will be in her human self a miracle on the face of existence; whose beauty is indescribable in words; a joy to watch when she grazes the floor with her graceful walk, To see the eyes of men attendant and respectful; and the eyes of women upholding the hypothesis of her dignify honor when she talks, She will be that lady who moves with such flawless coherence of elegance and perpetual gracefulness that dead heart beat when she pass, Sending off a wave of unstinted pleasure to their inhumane face in amazement to her indefinable class, She will be that lady whose voice command respect; so much respect that no bird dares sing in the planet when she talks, In view of the universe being created around her immaculate gracefulness; the earth would rotate and dance in congruence to the luxuriant wave of her sweet voice, waxing strong in her ambiance such to believe in her ineffable gift of completeness; for her presence is bliss seasoned with perfection, She will be a dowager queen who radiates lucid rawness of orchestrated elegance; So much elegance that the angels gasp in the wake of her presence, same very angels would spread their wings in adoration so she could graze upon them, those same angels would seek and find solitude in the ambiance of her meticulous tenderness, wishing that the melody from her luxuriant voice could be turn into songs; they will forever dance to its tune of sublime perfection, wishing they could bask in the warmth of her smile; they will never forget to mask their face with it, wishing they could bath with the purity that springs from her immaculate eyes; they will remain forever sacred, wishing their names could be transcribed into the adoring letters of her name; for they shall forever bear the name HANNAH.

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If I was to read for you, My queen that glow, A poem of beauty, as only few words could show. Like Picasso as a writer, let me paint your body, A whisper of grace and elegance, without noise of gaudy. You posses a twin of eyes, an immaculate glitter of beauty, From which life receives its absolute lenity. To glow in such light of orchestration, Like a crown on the head of time, Whence bliss takes its origin and befitting prime. Your alluring smile, a linger of unstinted comfort, To the stars in tender darkness of the universe, glumming in discomfort. Each of which humbles at your engrossing presence, And glows in congruence to the light of your radiance. Your arms like shields,protective armoury that gets soul lifted, Touch of your fingers, ten cradle of breath taking sweetness, heavenly gifted. Each a perfect blend of liniment and mystic power,such, To impel dead heart to once last beat at thy touch. your smooth bottled neck, over your soft shoulders, Holds a face of coherent beauty, eyed in all beholders. A beauty indescribable by far, as only few words could tell, How ethereally lovely it can be ; perpetually graced with the touch of angel. Your walk of indefinable class, a lucid rawness of orchestrated elegance, So much elegance that the angels gasp in the wake of your presence. To dance into ecstasy,from which heaven's purity is formed, In but of your light of all light, they all are conformed. Those smooth long legs spread like the wings of a flyer, Inner thighs speak a truth that would mute a liar. And drip sweet smelling nectar that excites a man's desires, Like an addictive drug, that makes him only want to get higher. Beautiful seasoned lips even angels could not grace, Like two ***** of icing sugar, leaves me breathless each time our lips come in embrace. And the pressure they do impart, Have the power to break the devil's heart. Your two cupped breast,stretch the stitches of your blouse, As if swollen with milk and honey, my flame only its water could douse. The most tender of all cleavage,had touched my palms with finesse, Which contact makes me frozen; a sweet emblem dancing to impress. If I was to read for you, My queen that glow, A poem of beauty, as only few words could show. Like Picasso as a writer, let me paint your body, A whisper of grace and elegance, without noise of gaudy.

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Dec 29, 2016

Dec 29, 2016 at 3:33 AM UTC

oguh-stanley

MY QUEEN THAT GLOW

If I was to read for you, My queen that glow, A poem of beauty, as only few words could show. Like Picasso as a writer, let me paint your body, A whisper of grace and elegance, without noise of gaudy. You posses a twin of eyes, an immaculate glitter of beauty, From which life receives its absolute lenity. To glow in such light of orchestration, Like a crown on the head of time, Whence bliss takes its origin and befitting prime. Your alluring smile, a linger of unstinted comfort, To the stars in tender darkness of the universe, glumming in discomfort. Each of which humbles at your engrossing presence, And glows in congruence to the light of your radiance. Your arms like shields,protective armoury that gets soul lifted, Touch of your fingers, ten cradle of breath taking sweetness, heavenly gifted. Each a perfect blend of liniment and mystic power,such, To impel dead heart to once last beat at thy touch. your smooth bottled neck, over your soft shoulders, Holds a face of coherent beauty, eyed in all beholders. A beauty indescribable by far, as only few words could tell, How ethereally lovely it can be ; perpetually graced with the touch of angel. Your walk of indefinable class, a lucid rawness of orchestrated elegance, So much elegance that the angels gasp in the wake of your presence. To dance into ecstasy,from which heaven's purity is formed, In but of your light of all light, they all are conformed. Those smooth long legs spread like the wings of a flyer, Inner thighs speak a truth that would mute a liar. And drip sweet smelling nectar that excites a man's desires, Like an addictive drug, that makes him only want to get higher. Beautiful seasoned lips even angels could not grace, Like two ***** of icing sugar, leaves me breathless each time our lips come in embrace. And the pressure they do impart, Have the power to break the devil's heart. Your two cupped breast,stretch the stitches of your blouse, As if swollen with milk and honey, my flame only its water could douse. The most tender of all cleavage,had touched my palms with finesse, Which contact makes me frozen; a sweet emblem dancing to impress. If I was to read for you, My queen that glow, A poem of beauty, as only few words could show. Like Picasso as a writer, let me paint your body, A whisper of grace and elegance, without noise of gaudy.

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Placid countenance, your eyes fall Upon my prostrate form. Unchanging countenance- Plaster and paint- Assume the visage of holiness Before my worthy soul Worthy of comfort. Affection given in unstinted measure How you, Plaster goddess Serve the uncomforted. copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2011

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Oct 28, 2011

Oct 28, 2011 at 6:36 PM UTC

audrey-howitt

Religious Thoughts #1

Placid countenance, your eyes fall Upon my prostrate form. Unchanging countenance- Plaster and paint- Assume the visage of holiness Before my worthy soul Worthy of comfort. Affection given in unstinted measure How you, Plaster goddess Serve the uncomforted. copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2011

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Among those I hold most dear You, mother, are just in all spheres First with love unstinted and clear First with joy and lots of cheers The cheers, although familiar Nevertheless, very sincere. You are the sweet scent from heaven A spring in the middle of the desert You are a star that brightens my dark nights A lovely tree that gives all good You are a gift from God A paradise without a limit Your heart is the vessel of love and consolation You are the warmth in a cold winter night. Among the angels God has created You are the one to us most suited A well of joy, a no fancy ploy Straight clean heart giving the best Mother, dear mother, your love is always the finest. I feel your tender eyes Cast on me when I used to cry To me then they were a pair of pearls And I was happy they were mine Mother, it was simply divine. I remember too the warmth of your lips As you bent down to kiss me goodnight It felt like all the pains of the day Just vanished out of sight I reach to touch the same spot And I can swear I still feel the same comfort Mother, you are truly a magnificent sort. What about those fingers Gently stroking my hair Giving me peace beyond compare Lifting my spirit from all despair My soul was floating in the air Filled with ecstasy of love so rare Mother, so much you gave me So much I took from thee Such love, I believe No one could ever give. As I go through the path of life Mother, you are always there To shelter me from my inner fears To shower me with love I hold so dear Mother, I declare you are the most sincere. Firm at time times you may have been You taught me all and more still Striving to lift me above difficult hills To a life of joy, happiness and goodwill With your live my heart fills. Mother, how can I ever find words of praise To fit all your beautiful traits Perhaps I should simple say with mighty grace Thank you all for the days.

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Dec 4, 2014

Dec 4, 2014 at 8:55 AM UTC

therickycherian

My Mother

Among those I hold most dear You, mother, are just in all spheres First with love unstinted and clear First with joy and lots of cheers The cheers, although familiar Nevertheless, very sincere. You are the sweet scent from heaven A spring in the middle of the desert You are a star that brightens my dark nights A lovely tree that gives all good You are a gift from God A paradise without a limit Your heart is the vessel of love and consolation You are the warmth in a cold winter night. Among the angels God has created You are the one to us most suited A well of joy, a no fancy ploy Straight clean heart giving the best Mother, dear mother, your love is always the finest. I feel your tender eyes Cast on me when I used to cry To me then they were a pair of pearls And I was happy they were mine Mother, it was simply divine. I remember too the warmth of your lips As you bent down to kiss me goodnight It felt like all the pains of the day Just vanished out of sight I reach to touch the same spot And I can swear I still feel the same comfort Mother, you are truly a magnificent sort. What about those fingers Gently stroking my hair Giving me peace beyond compare Lifting my spirit from all despair My soul was floating in the air Filled with ecstasy of love so rare Mother, so much you gave me So much I took from thee Such love, I believe No one could ever give. As I go through the path of life Mother, you are always there To shelter me from my inner fears To shower me with love I hold so dear Mother, I declare you are the most sincere. Firm at time times you may have been You taught me all and more still Striving to lift me above difficult hills To a life of joy, happiness and goodwill With your live my heart fills. Mother, how can I ever find words of praise To fit all your beautiful traits Perhaps I should simple say with mighty grace Thank you all for the days.

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"If you want peace, be prepared for war Which is a sure thing without any either - or. Is there anyone open to non-violence walk Who has that drive for a peace talk ? War must be fought think I, with no other solution Guns once bunkered up won't know dissolution. Call then the soldiers, set up the cannons Destroy the forts, bulldoze the mansions. Let unstinted carnage reign supreme everywhere Procure the bombs today that lay the earth threadbare. Not a soul should survive, I issue the command, If any peace - promoter found, send him on remand. Should one signal out any olive branch, Tell him peace has now no chance. Riding with power, I shall be the omnipotent supreme Subjugating the world to my feet is my only dream. Thought of war fails to give me moral jitter, War will be raged finally, with repercussions bitter. Sanguinary will be the history now as tainted will be the scene The seen will be unseen henceforth as the unseen will be seen. Enough of chasing elusive peace; now bullets from drone, Wives will wail now and mothers will groan". Thus finished he; History testifies that a dictator had his will, Throbbed the cruel heart saying go for the **** The heartless soul is deaf and dead to the peace notion You debate for; he only debates against the motion. War is a **** thing; a butchery; no act of a sage, Humanity must reign supreme for all the world's a stage. It's vivid that the aforesaid was uttered by a bragging wiseacre, For this song digs at such rulers; is, at bottom, a power caricature.

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Feb 11, 2020

Feb 11, 2020 at 10:36 AM UTC

rohit-chatrath

"A Power Caricature"

"If you want peace, be prepared for war Which is a sure thing without any either - or. Is there anyone open to non-violence walk Who has that drive for a peace talk ? War must be fought think I, with no other solution Guns once bunkered up won't know dissolution. Call then the soldiers, set up the cannons Destroy the forts, bulldoze the mansions. Let unstinted carnage reign supreme everywhere Procure the bombs today that lay the earth threadbare. Not a soul should survive, I issue the command, If any peace - promoter found, send him on remand. Should one signal out any olive branch, Tell him peace has now no chance. Riding with power, I shall be the omnipotent supreme Subjugating the world to my feet is my only dream. Thought of war fails to give me moral jitter, War will be raged finally, with repercussions bitter. Sanguinary will be the history now as tainted will be the scene The seen will be unseen henceforth as the unseen will be seen. Enough of chasing elusive peace; now bullets from drone, Wives will wail now and mothers will groan". Thus finished he; History testifies that a dictator had his will, Throbbed the cruel heart saying go for the **** The heartless soul is deaf and dead to the peace notion You debate for; he only debates against the motion. War is a **** thing; a butchery; no act of a sage, Humanity must reign supreme for all the world's a stage. It's vivid that the aforesaid was uttered by a bragging wiseacre, For this song digs at such rulers; is, at bottom, a power caricature.

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