Beauty
Countless are beauties
To suit every taste
One Venus, one goddess
And many an angel
Seen, vied and gloated at
But! Lo! What is beauty?
For one fair skin is lovely
to another, black is bounty
But blonde is gorgeous for many
Lively smile, lotus eyes, long legs
Or total comely structure!
Ah! What is beauty? Where is beauty?
Theories were floated! Thoughts purveyed!
Frustrated hearts even wailed
That beauty is nothing but skin deep
Descriptions fail! Debates prove futile
Nor any norms dare narrate!
Every epicurean tumbles in vain
Where lies the real beauty
In embellished body or
In an unblemished mind
Why in Theresa’s gentle amble
Dazzles a beautiful guardian angel?
How the bare-mouthed Mahatma
By one pure smile of his
Geared millions
To bare their lives
For their mother land
Discern and discover my friends
Beauty mundane! Beauty divine?
Beauty haughty! Beauty holy?
Learn seeing through earthly bodies
Deep into the intrinsic
Where you find beauty authentic
All that stares at you
Is just cosmetic!
poem by Sathya Narayana
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Pride Of Africa
I can hear and see clear
I can see the signs of cascading black waterfalls
Drizzling our soil with dazzling beauties
Charming sight to behold like a bouncing breast
Beauty in black
Beauty so unique
And beauty second to none
I can hear and see clear
A beauty best known to the diamond merchants
Not to the lay man who easily pick on street
I can hear and see clear
A sound of beating black drums
And a singing of a dulcet black voice
Coming from gently all the sides
Like cold gentle breezes blowing
from atlantic ocean
So cool and gentle
A black beauty carefully composed in black
Sparking lightenings across the globe
Just a bright-black skin and a green soil
As agents of beauties that brighten the world
It is nature's gifts that can't be changed
Beauties of intelligents
Beauties of creativities
And beauties of cultures
That is black in beauty
A beauty beaming even in the dark
For all to see and to believe
For all to taste and appreciate
That is black beauty
The prides of Africa....
¤NTA! !
(30/july/2012)
11: 41 - 11: 58
poem by Naseeru Taneemu Annuree
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Ode To A special Friend
Fairest daughter of Diana
dainty a belle thou art
effulgent ineffable Cinderella
if only I could be thy Charming
thy beauty bespeaks splendour
in utmost could be a grandeur
thy poutness
enchants me to hypnosis
diring for a taste of angelic kiss
I'm mesmerized in obssessive admiration
of the fairest of human beauties beyond imagination
from whose crown to sole
not a spot exists
Thou art venus
luminous than the stars and moon
the lilly of my heart
the fairest rose in life's orchard
O! ravishing one
Angel in bodily form
sonorious, sounds thy voice
melting my heart to love
blessed be unto tis day
a goddess peregrinated my way
whose beauty
left me poetising...
poem by Clinton Ekeh
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Beauty is an energy
Is being fair a beauty?
Is she a beauty, who has fair skin,
Youth or virgininity?
There are beauties, of gray,
Ill cut, ripe and mothers.
Beauty is an energy exuding.
28.05.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Venus in the Garden
'Twas at early morning,
The dawn was blushing in her purple bed,
When in a sweet, embowered garden
She, the fairest of the goddesses,
The lovely Venus,
Roamed amongst the roses white and red.
She sought for flowers
To make a garland
For her golden head.
Snow-white roses, blood-red roses,
In that sweet garden close,
Offered incense to the goddess:
Both the white and the crimson rose.
White roses, red roses, blossoming:
But the fair Venus knew
The crimson roses had gained their hue
From the hearts that for love had bled;
And the goddess made a garland
Gathered from the roses red.
poem by James Weldon Johnson
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There, where I saw her lovely beauty painted
There, where I saw her lovely beauty painted,
Where, Venus-like, my sacred goddess shineth,
There, with *precellent object mine eyes fainted,
That fair, but fatal star, my dole divineth.
As soon as morning in her light appeareth,
Her sweet salute, my mind o’erclouded, cleareth;
When night again the day’s delight bereaveth,
My heart’s true sacrifice she quick receiveth:
But night and day she craftily forsakes me,
To tedious day, to loathsome night betakes me.
poem by John Wilbye
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Angels live in paradise(song)
You are the angel
That come from above,
Of unique beauty
Goddess of love.
Please take my heart to the heaven I plead
Take it with you, I do not need it.
To you, my angel, it forever belongs,
With you, my angel, my love all along.
Angels live in paradise,
From time to time they come to us,
And there's no chance not fall in love
With angel from above.
You are the angel,
There is no doubt,
Goddess of beauty
I give you my heart.
Please come and take it out from my chest,
Take it away, my mind needs some rest.
Please come and take it out from my breast,
You are the one for me, one and the best.
Angels live in paradise,
From time to time they come to us,
And there's no chance not fall in love
With angel from above.
poem by Viktor Maximov
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Beauties of the world
Beauties unheard are numerous.
The heard are such as Helen of Troy,
Sakuntala and Cleopatra.
Beauties unseen are countless.
Those seen are such as Aiswraya Roy,
Jacqueline Kennedy and Marlin Monroe.
Beauties untouched are numberless.
The touched are such as the spouse,
The beloved ones and harlots.
Ability to see beauty
In women and get obsessed with it
Is the prerogative of man.
[ Sakuntala is a character in a Sanskrit play by same name by the poet, Kalidasa ]
25.01.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Black
Black is thy thought, doth blacken thy name
Slandered beauty
So black is thy shame
Black is thy pupil doth blacken thy mood
Tortured beauty
So black when thy brood
Black is thy heart doth blacken thy tears
Sorrowful beauty
So black is thy fears
Black is thy skin doth blacken within
Black beauty
So black is thy sin
Black is thy hair doth blacken thy shawl
Despair beauty
So black is the abyss as thy beauty fall…..
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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When I Saw A Beautiful Lady
I.
Near the fountain close to the river,
I saw a gentle lady
Picking wild fruit and flower,
Her dress was as radiate as a dove's skin.
She stirred and I quivered
She redrew her gaze as that of a cat on a moony light,
Like the fairy I have never seen before,
She continued with her toil, with those hands I crave for comfort
On this early morning her beauty lavishes
And the sun reflect on those glittering eyes,
Like the vampires on a ceremonial night
They would sing and dance till they dropp dead
Wishing hopelessly to save her from the jealous sun up there
Though indeed fear grip my hand unintentionally
As I walk down to the estuary, fear obtrude me,
That she might the fair goddess,
Who flows and flavourish the bitter fountain
Flowing up from above the lazy mountain
But lo she is an angel
Sent by the creator up above
To harvest with prickles
The utmost lazy flower
That grows uncontrollably
Along the coarse river
II.
On this very early sand stone beach
Beauty lies with the bird
Weary and tired from the duty she must perform
Singing that melodious song, all heaven stood to applaud
Though my ears may be deafen
From which I do not know why
I need to utter these sad words
And hence sing along with her
Oh maiden whom my heart crave for
Heaven may despise you though I doubt that
My throat lust for the very fountain you spit out with delight
Oh my sweet, sweet maiden
My legs may be weak to walk up and by
In endless thought I go mad
On your very lips the rain would never fall,
But glory you shall share with the goddess
For idleness is beauties sweetest dress,
As some other poet may say
I cannot see you and blink more than none
Though heaven and hell I would never fear
Your beauty cannot match the great nymphet
Whose jealousy would grow till she explode
But lo do not stop! Sing
And let all the birds chorus with you
Like the choir on a sacred night
Whose conductor, dressed in a beautiful blue suit.
poem by Samuel Donkor
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She is a Beauty
She is a beauty
No one else can provide
A spring of jewels
Of such attractiveness.
She is a beauty
My love one and my life
The light of the dark
Of such dim and darkness.
She is a beauty
That everyone can see
Art of majesty
Complete of happiness.
She is a beauty
No one will disagree
Respected by all
For she is a goddess.
She is a beauty
No one else can compare
I want you to know
She is my lovely mom.
poem by Wylrhyss Terrado
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The Goddess of Love
The sun shone
Down on her face
Its warmth
Its rays
Captured beauty in grace
Her eyes were closed
As she smiled up to the sun
Her body stealth
Naked in gold
The beauty she is
Took their breath away
They witnessed a goddess
In the dappling rays
Slowly with grace
She turned with sheer bliss
And smiled her sweet smile
It's made men shiver and quake
In their fantasy bliss
Like an angel she walked
Amongst flowers of love
Enticing and seducing
What men call lust?
She looks over her shoulder
At the drooling of man
And shimmers in dreams
That drives men insane
The Goddess of love
Is just but a dream
But is this just a taste
Of what men really see
poem by Kaila George
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The Judgement Of Venus
When Kneller's works, of various grace,
Were to fair Venus shown,
The Goddess spied in every face
Some features of her own.
Just so, (and pointing with her hand)
So shone, says she, my eyes,
When from two goddesses I gain'd
An apple for a prize.
When in the glass and river too
My face I lately view'd,
Such was I, if the glass be true,
If true the crystal flood.
In colours of this glorious kind
Apelles painted me;
My hair, thus flowing with the wind
Sprung from my native sea.
Like this disorder'd, wild, forlorn,
Big with ten thousand fears,
Thee, my Adonis, did I mourn
E'en beautiful in tears.
But viewing Myra placed apart,
I fear, says she, I fear,
Appelles, that Sir Godfrey's art
Has far surpass'd thine here:
Or I, a goddess of the skies,
By Mary am undone,
And must resign to her the prize,
The apple, which I won.
But soon as she had Myra seen,
Majestically fair,
The sparkling eye, the look serene,
The gay and easy air.
With fiery emulation fill'd
The wondering goddess cried,
Apelles must to Kneller yield,
Or Venus must to Hyde.
poem by Matthew Prior
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Two Lovely Valentine Hearts
The touching of two lovely valentine hearts,
Blessing our days and warming our nights,
Filling our hearts and blending our souls,
With everlasting happiness, love and laughter. The touching of two lovely valentine hearts,
Love and beauty of the Aphrodite Goddess,
Wisdom and artistry of the Athena Goddess,
Corolla and whirls of the Azalea Goddess. The touching of two lovely valentine hearts,
Beautiful blue eyes of rainbow arc of hue,
Feeling the strength of permeate air breathed,
Gleam in the smile of the pearly white teeth. The touching of two lovely valentine hearts,
Creating rainbows for few precious moments,
The music from cabin sounds very grand,
and miracles created our most heavenly magic. The touching of two lovely valentine hearts,
Cannot escape the rapture that's captured.
The loving friendship that remained strong,
With essence of beauty lighting our life. May this poem instill the love and romantical existence and joy of
our life which is the birthright of all.
The very essence of being.
Love, love!
poem by S.A. Charles W. Hall
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Venus's Looking-Glass
I marked where lovely Venus and her court
With song and dance and merry laugh went by;
Weightless, their wingless feet seemed made to fly,
Bound from the ground and in mid air to sport.
Left far behind I heard the dolphins snort,
Tracking their goddess with a wistful eye,
Around whose head white doves rose, wheeling high
Or low, and cooed after their tender sort.
All this I saw in Spring. Through Summer heat
I saw the lovely Queen of Love no more.
But when flushed Autumn through the woodlands went
I spied sweet Venus walk amid the wheat:
Whom seeing, every harvester gave o'er
His toil, and laughed and hoped and was content.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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My Beauty
There’s are days when you just wanna feel like a beauty in everyone’s eyes. But there’s always a butt head to make you feel less then you are I believe if you think or know you are then you are. It’s only what you make of it. There are times when I don’t feel beauty at but I think of what I always told myself. “My beauty is not just a pretty face. The beauty I have is a brand new sent of peace. My beauty is lovely peace sense of laughing out loud. My beauty is like an oak wooden chair that my daddyand I love to sit and think in. My beauty is a graceful smile I give her everyday.
My beauty I have is a great sense of style that I have to show the world. My beauty is my fragrant smell of lavender on my skin and hair. Beauty that I want is a 5 star hotel that someday I will stay in when I’m famous. Beauty is my toned color of the skin on my body. My beauty slowly surely of love i feel for you.
Beauty is my sleek smooth skin of my true beauty is deep within me. Now I know the sign of beauty I was bless with.
poem by Evevona Plummer
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Your Beauty
Where there is a will, there is always a way;
And i was there and i saw it myself,
For your beauty was as the beauty of Lebanon.
Black tea, brown tea and green tea to your taste;
It is a way of life by fulfilling the right things always.
so let the birds do fly across the expanse of the sky and,
Let this poem teach every human kind;
For every woman thinks that her burden is the heaviest!
Where there is a vision, there is always a path;
And with lovely memories and lovely emotions!
But do activate your mind to overcome the pressures around you.
Life is like the naked King and the naked women around him,
But freely rendered and freely given;
For every man thinks that his burden is the heaviest,
But who feels it knows it all.
I was there and isaw your beauty myself,
For your beauty was as the beauty of Lebanon;
And i will try to be around you always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Making Love To An Angel(2nd Revision)
A smile so sweet.
The secret places in which we meet.
Your are my true confidant.
We leave a trail of misery.
Screwing you in you back seat.
Nobody can ever know.
Cause you are my little dirty secret.
But still the best when i need it.
Going down, and going to heaven at the same time.
Making love to an angel and you know it.
It feels so damn good.
Who would shy away?
And all I have to say is that guy must be gay.
The taste of your lips, so bitter sweet.
The secret places in which we meet.
Again your on top of me.
Your controlling me and I like it.
Their just no denying it.
Oh baby, you know just what to do.
Holding it all in, and knowing just when to let go.
Making love to an angel and you know it.
It feels so damn good.
I wish it would never end.
Lets give it a go again and again.
Those words coming from you sound so sweet.
The secret places in which we meet.
It's so right.
All day and all night.
The claw marks you leave on my skin, create a burning within.
All I want is more.
We got to have it rough.
Never enough.
Making love to an angel and you know it.
It feels so damn good.
Perfect with every touch, to every desirable shape.
She is a goddess.
Can anyone relate?
Its our everlasting escape.
Oh baby I'm making love to an angel you know it, and you know it.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Lovely, Lovely
Lovely lovely,
colored in black,
Lovely lovely,
On its way back,
Lovely lovely,
Finding its snack,
Lovely lovely;
With its pack,
The lovely lovely,
The irony of its name,
The fear it puts,
Is but nothing to its looks,
Lovely lovely,
Colored in black......
poem by Maisea Hodgkin
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My Demonic Angel{The Death Angel}
This kind man is an angel
intent on giving me life
even though he hides
In the guise of a demon.
This kind man is an angel
A beautiful angel that I love
He has many sides
But I am and I know
That I am the only one to see.
This angel is mine
This angel has fallen
And I cry because
I couldn't do what
His wings should have.
My beauty cried and
I showed him the dark
That was now him
And in that dark
I showed him my light
Showed him my light
And together we discovered
The fight that is in him
The beautiful balance
The confusing equilibrium
The angel was a true demon
The lovely danger
I stare at his chest fully scarred
and his wings white to black
Life to Death
Just like him
Once an angel of Life
He is an angel of Death
And as I feel his arms around me
I know I am safe from Death.
poem by Viktoria Lilith
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The other me....
Black angel, dark face
Alive in time and space,
Black angel darkest day
Shall always find the way.
There is this other me
Who lies inside and hide
Comes forth with any fight
And always in the dark of night.
Black angel
Strong and wild,
Black angel
Never mild.
Sleeping in the day
When the sky is blue,
Then shows a dark face
When darkness comes through.
Black angel
Falling sin,
Black angel
All within.
poem by Deep Dark Soul Poet
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