Beauty is lost both ways
When a woman is dead,
The soul will depart and
Her beauty is lost.
When all men are dead
Her admirers will depart and
Her beauty is lost.
28.03.2011.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pray For Me Brother
Neither a pie in my hands
Nor a dropp in my eyes
Left with nothing I am
Lost everything in life now
Left to go only is my soul
I am dead now virtually
Still my soul does not refrain me why?
The day I lost my domicile,
It was supposed to depart me dead.
Then it did not and thus carried today
A day none even will dream of.
The day I lost my buddy
It was supposed to leave me dead
Then too it did not so do
I am alive but for who?
Thus in life dawdling came today
A day all do not wish of.
The day I lost my riches and dosh
It was supposed to leave me dead.
Money I thought was all
But still survived without fall
Only to surpass a day as today
Which none even ponder of.
And today I lost my hope
A hope to live being alone
A hope to be happy being torn
I was slapped, I was evicted
Only since I fought for justice.
This world has today to me shown
Alive are those who are brutal,
Happy are those who are rotten,
Satisfied are those who are affluent.
Still this soul at all doesnot leave me
And all these intentions I cant see
This world is not for the kind
This world is all now blind.
Thus depart from my soul I will
And one last request mine to fulfill
For my respect at least after death
Pray please for me brother!
Pray please for me brother! !
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When I Think Of Myself As Dead
WHEN I THINK OF MYSELF AS DEAD
When I think of myself as dead
I think of what it will mean for my loved ones
I pray they will not lose heart and hope because of it-
When my father died my brother lost hope-
When I think of myself dead
I wonder about God and God�s purpose
Is there really an afterlife?
What could it mean?
Will I meet again those who have gone before me?
When I think of myself dead
I think about a body in the ground
Worms eating it, cold paining it-
When I think of myself as dead
I think about never feeling anything again-
When I think about myself as dead
I think about the work I have left behind
And whether it will mean anything to anyone
And for how long-
When I think of myself as dead
I think of all the memories that will go with me
I think about nothing and more nothing and the end of the universe-
When I think of myself as dead
I think of life going on down below
Life with all its beauty and pain
And I pray and I pray again
My loved ones will be able to manage and make their own lives still happy
When I think of myself as dead
I pray to G-d
That somehow in some way
It will not be the end for me forever.
When I think of myself as dead
I think of myself as living again somehow
In a way I cannot now know-
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beauty! what is BEAUTY? ? ?
beauty! what is beauty
beauty is just a cover
for something
really screwed up in side...
people say why your so beautiful
what more do you want
i want the real meaning of beauty
not just the looks
the looks are only good for an amount of time
then they get to meet the real inside of you
and the beauty disappears
so what is the point of the outer beauty if the inner beauty is dead
beauty what is BEAUTY
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Eve (original beauty)
She stood naked in the garden
With more beauty
Than the first full bloom rose,
The kind and depth of
Beauty
God in Heaven only knows.
The kind of
Beauty that is deep and wild,
The kind of
Beauty lost like the days of a child,
The kind of
Beauty mankind
Has been trying desperately
(without realization)
Forever to find.
The kind of
Beauty
God has put upon
Every souls mind.
The kind of
Beauty
That forever causes God
To call us:
'Mine! '
The kind of original beauty
God understands,
The kind of beauty awaiting
The return of each woman, and man.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Lost It's Charm
The beauty that lost it's charm
Because someone took it for granted,
That beauty lost was lost forever.
That beauty could've enriched the world,
It could've served people's passion.
The beauty would've shown it's shiny self,
It could not be saved from it's own self.
For it was taken for granted.
Lost in it's own despair.
Because the world didn't see it,
The world thought it didn't need it.
poem by Vera Sidhwa
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A Woman's Beauty
The beauty of a woman
Is not determined by a man
Her beauty can be found in her grace
Not just the beauty of her face
It can be found in her style
It can also be found in her smile
Her beauty is in her thoughts
Not just what she has been taught
It can also be found in her soul
It cannot go untold
Her beauty is within her
She does not need to lure
Anyone, because her presence
It is her whole essence
A woman’s beauty is in her heart
Her beauty is her art
Upon A Maid
Here she lies, in bed of spice,
Fair as Eve in paradise;
For her beauty, it was such,
Poets could not praise too much.
Virgins come, and in a ring
Her supremest REQUIEM sing;
Then depart, but see ye tread
Lightly, lightly o'er the dead.
poem by Robert Herrick
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The Rose
the rose is a beauty to behold
it is loved by most women on this earth
is it because the rose is like a woman?
when it opens up and spreads its petals
it shows the beauty within and the softness to the touch.
yet just like a woman it has its thorns to protect its beauty.
so is the woman who has been betrayed-she will never be the same
she will protect the beauty like a spider protects its web.
so this is what i see.
the beauty of a woman which is locked up inside
will bloom like a rose with nothing to hide.
her beauty will be admired by men of all nations
they'll try to get to her to feel the sensation.
the sensation of knowing she is the one
who could raise the setting sun.
so as men we have to take care
for once we get into their hair
they'll be no way of turning back
until she combs her hair and loosens up the slack.
she will have us like a spider has its web
and suck us dry until we're dead.
but! what a wonderful death it will be
as long as we live in harmony.
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Beauty of a Woman
The beauty of a woman lies in her silence
Rather than her speech
The beauty of a woman lies in her patience
Rather than her inquisitiveness outreach
The beauty of a woman lies in her experience
Rather than her age
The beauty of a woman lies in her veil for awhile
Rather than her face
The beauty of a woman lies in her submission
Rather that her dominance
The beauty of a woman lies in her smile
Rather than her laughter
The beauty of a woman lies in her abode
Rather than her adventure
The beauty of a woman lies in her offspring
Rather than herself ever
The beauty of a woman lies in her heart's spring
Rather than in skin cover
Shashikant Nishant Sharma
(शशिकांत निशांत शर्मा ‘साहिल')
poem by Shashikant Nishant Sharma
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Strange Woman
Skeleton of beauty veiled by flesh
Etch beauty in thy slender body
Thy definite features so distinct
Resurrect beauty once extinct
To fragile to touch
To rare to give value
With my eyes alone
I traverse every bone
Dead beauty alive on thee
A strange woman an anomaly.
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Beauty of A Woman
The beauty of a woman
is not in the clothes she wears,
the figure she carries,
or the way she combs her hair;
and...
The beauty of a woman
is not in a facial mole, but...
true beauty of a woman
is reflected in her soul.
The care that she gives, and...
the passion she shows; would be the...
beauty of a woman's character that grows.
Phenomenal Woman: A Lady with love.
Phenomenal Woman: An Angel above.
Phenomenal Woman: An Image of God.
Respectful, kind, and not of a facade.
A Poet with love; her age just a number,
this Woman of God would NEVER slumber.
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When Beauty Said Goodbye
At twenty one she is a physically perfect being
No words can ever tell of her beauty
That has no parallel
She is the object of men’s’ fantasies
The woman all others envy
Her only Endeavour
Is to be beautiful forever
Yet as surely as sunrise turns to sunset
Her beauty faded
At forty one, she is petrified
Her perfection has been flawed
A soft skin has become hard
The effects of age she tries to control
Though sooner or later we must all grow old
Now sixty one, she is desolate
Longing for her beauty that once was
She has lost what she most loved
In torment she watches
As her beauty slowly dies
Mortal is the beauty of the skin
But true beauty, everlasting beauty
Comes from within.
poem by Bancroft Boreland
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Beauty, Beauty
Beauty, beauty in the light. Beauty, Beauty falling through. How sweet must beauty, beauty be. Beauty, beauty how it's happy. Beauty, beauty in the sky and in the grass. Beauty, beauty in the trees. Beauty, beauty on the ground. Beauty, beauty crawling on the ground. Beauty, beauty always climbing. Beauty, beauty that we are sirrounded by.
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The Beauty of the Woman
The Beauty of the Woman
For Thea and Alexi Katherine ~ 16 April 2011
The beauty of the woman is behind her touch
In the space between her fingers and the son’s
As he takes his first steppes
Between her hand and the daughter’s
As the father leads her down the isle
The beauty of the woman is behind her eyes.
In the circumference of each teardrop
Which shrunk: keeping pace with the contractions.
And disappeared when the daughter
Kicking and screaming was laid on her chest
Which became a stream of awe—wondrous
Even as the daughter found comfort on her breast
The beauty of the woman is behind her smile
Which she held through sleepless nights
Teething, feeding, monsters, and proms
Through the holding and the swaddling
Even the letting go…
The beauty of the woman is in the strength
To hold, to watch, in love-eternally
To spend eternity letting go
Of the hand that grasped her pinky
And each little piggy-toe
The hand she felt inside her
Which made her beauty glow
The beauty of the woman is
Something I’ve only seen
Something I know incompletely
But touch with my own hands
but the beauty fall between my fingers
and the beauty behind her hands.
poem by Aaron Graham
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Life’s Gateway
Those who – find no beauty.
Within life’s pages. Have lost...
Gateway lies beckoning open...
a simple smile can be a welcome token.
Those who pursue – yet find no beauty
within life’s manifold pages. Have lost multiplicity.
All beauty within – breast filled soul.
Milk of life swells to inspire not to console.
In stewing vulnerable void – goodness flees
sadly encroaching emptiness blackness dwell.
Gateway soul-sucking vortex demon seed lies
onward wayward beckons despair embracing hell.
Those who failing - find no beauty.
Have lost sanctified plot – perceive not immortality.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Beauty is
The beauty beheld is alive.
Beauty hiding is of the soul.
Beauty freed is love.
Beauty seen is beauty in control.
Beauty is the passion of the heart.
Beauty causes order divine.
Beauty is seen in all the great.
Beauty is the lure of nature's design.
poem by Josh Alfred
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The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives the passion that she shows. The beauty of a woman grows with the passing years.
quote by Audrey Hepburn
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Imprints of You
To have known you even for an instant
To have seen you from afar
To have been graced by your presence
Your smile and your beauty
The sound of your voice reverberating
Soothing and refreshing
To have experienced your absence
And the ensuing darkness
And to have enjoyed the pleasure
Of your presence once again
My mornings suddenly rejuvenated
And you the joy and rejoicing of my life
There at my place of humbling
I depart now with joy having absorbed
The best and beautiful in you
I depart with imprints of you on my soul
Vestiges of your presence around me
And still the joy and rejoicing of my heart
As I look back to that place of humbling
poem by Oyekake Satty Joshua
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Little Roland Lost
Im lost, Im lost, find me
Im lost, Im lost, find me
He wondered too far now
He is lost and lonely
Little roland all alone
Cause he cant find his way
Wish I was home in the arms of my mom
Shes the one to protect me
But here I am in the woods by myself
Wont somebody find me
Im lost, Im lost, find me
Im lost, Im lost, find me
I see a path maybe this is the way
That leads to safety
No just a dead end leading to nowhere
Wont somebody find me
Im lost, Im lost, find me
Im lost, Im lost, find me
Little roland see your field eyes
Little legs running wildly
Comes the night, strange noises
Guess hes lost forever
Im lost, Im lost, find me
Im lost, Im lost, find me
song performed by by Rick Springfield
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Demon Inside
I Lost
My war, my life, my being
I Lost
My color, my shine, my luster
I Lost
My white wings, my beauty, my queen
I Lost
My place, my power, my respect
I lost
and now I'm falling towards damnation
I lost
and now god has cast me down
I lost
and I will rise again
with the temptation of the apple...
poem by Blake Foxx
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