Kohl Immortalized Cleopatra’s Smoky Rim Eyes
memory does not really share tell sight
reveal vision flashes beauty in cry night
does not really tell true, swift sudden flashes
heart stir love’s bite, beauty eye liner lashes
eyeliner make unseen eyes appear larger
applying key heart throb orbs beat faster
line of love cannot disappear; in lost years dark
harsh obvious is risk looking lip; love fatal mark
eye tips balance a natural innocent eye so rare
pierces perceiving heart in future vision soul sere
a smoky eye, a bold eye, a cat eye, a vision dye
such is eve bright beauty; paradise without a lie
eyeliner pencil trace out fate; liquid liner seals checkmate;
eyeliner brush dip into deep shadow; line eyes pulse rate;
lifeblood beating melt shadow years, poses centuries weeping
kohl immortalized Cleopatra’s smoky rim eyes, ever haunting...
paintings pictures photos, long preserve rescind,
when those memories are gone, ash in the wind;
left few traces passing, erased time passage passing,
in life where few touch soul, in heartbeat everlasting...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Look Deeply into A Woman's Eyes
Your Eyes
Mirrors of the soul
Reflections of the mind
Green flecked pits of aquamarine
Oval shaped and Olivine
Your Eyes are…
Plumbers of my very soul
Searchers of my mind
Orbs that flash both hot and cold
Dark chalices of wine
Your Eyes have always been….
Deep pools of liquid grace
Quicksilver vases of tears
The crowning beauty of your face
Enduring through the years
Your Eyes Will Always and ever be….
The reflection of your soul
Vision of your essence
The window to your heart of gold
The acme of Quintessense
Tis’ Impossible to visualize
Impossible to truly realize
Yet, Very possible to be hypnotized by…
The depth of a woman’s eyes
poem by David Whalen
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Started As A Seed
My love for you started only as a seed when I first look upon your beauty.
Now my love has grown as strong and tall as a mighty redwood tree. I loose my breath each time I look upon your beauty, And how your beauty touches my heart and soul. Your beauty warms my heart like the sun on a cold winters day. I know God truly loves beautiful things. For out of his heart and with his might hands he made you. Only God him self could have made such beauty as yours. If there is a greater beauty I have yet to see it with my eyes.Your beauty has reached deep into my heart and soul and I thank God for that. I can only hope and dream that my love for you has touched your heart as well.
7-24-09
poem by Timothy Honeycutt
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In passing
I pass by your house today,
And in passing I saw your shadow appear,
Then turn as if to stay, and half disappear,
Retreat slowly away.
As if in haste you had to go,
And may seek to find another illusive time,
Opportunity to come again into my mind,
If passing the same way tomorrow.
You leave the vestment of your shadow,
To perfumed the air,
And if the thoughts I have of you should go,
And wearily disappear.
I will remember when I grieve,
That you were distinctly here,
Passing amidst the realm I leave,
To turn in silence and upon your beauty stare.
To think about the shadow I have seen,
And all the sleepless hours through the night,
Your shadow reflect the moonlight,
Of the vision that should have been in my dream.
I will arise and come to you softly again,
Passing by your house in the patient breeze,
And in darkness, I shall have some peace,
When I see you as you were in my dream.
poem by Gerry Legister
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When They Told Me He's Gone
When they told me he's gone!
Inside me storms begun to cry
Ah, passing time!
You always steal
away the same way!
Till the day
whatever you've stole from me
Never brought them back to me!
My most precious ones
Those who's heart
beats with mine were
always one
My laughter
My most valuable
years
Those who were so
dear
Ah. passing time!
You always hurt the same!
How many hurts are hidden there yet!
Once again you made my eyes tear
May never i'll meet his eyes again
And who knows what tomorrow brings?
Years are rolling down so fast
Just breathe away and life ends
While still I keep inside the memories of the past
All those memories are figured out here
The first time I met his eyes
His first glance
Our first dance
We were cradling upon angels wings
Over there in the paradise
Away from earthly eyes
With every breathe of love desires
Butterflies inside me gladly flied
When first time I met his eyes
Yet still I have inside
The memory of his touch
And my heart beats still howling sullen vain
The longing of his love still crying woes
While in his heart our love has became just a history
Ah, somehow an old memory?
Yet for me his memories still surviving right here
Still so clear
Every while and while they rurvive
They're always near
They're always dear
In the depth of my heart they've got tired of waiting
My love has got tired!
When they told me he's gone
While inside me gauzy storms began moaing dreary dirges
Still rending vainy surges
Yet, with them our memories are crying pale!
Every seed of love that from him was left behind
With memories shivering cried wreck
When they told me that he's gone away
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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The Naked Ride Home
Just take off your clothes and I'll drive you home I said
Knowing she never could pass on a dare
And knowing it sounded more desperate than reckless or bold
I just put it out there cold, too far gone to care
My eyes on the road, she slid herself down in the seat
And a vision of paradise swung into view
Across those five lanes not one driver glanced over to see
The beauty known only to me, and a big rig or two
On that freeway the light was receding
Her beauty, a sight so misleading
I failed to hear the heart that was beating alone
On the naked ride home
With the trace of a smile and that defiant look in her eye
She hurtled through space in a world of her own
And turning aside my caress spoke of all that she'd not yet done
As if I was the doubting one who would have to be shown
On that freeway the light was receding
Her beauty, a sight so misleading
I failed to hear the heart that was beating alone
On the naked ride home
She gathered her clothes
And ran through the yard in the dark
Up onto the porch like a flash, and inside
Then one room at a time
I watched every light in our house come on
Like the truth that would eventually dawn,
Forcing me to decide
But on that freeway the light was receding
Her beauty, a sight so misleading
I failed to hear the heart that was beating alone
On the naked ride home
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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Faithful Till The End
in the beginning vision
there was vision
insight seen in heartfelt
moments eureka
future culture shock
foreseen global suicidal
rip off cash grab run
wake up call implosion
ideals ethics morality
godhead values dissipating
upheld by one coming
before time on line at crisis point
flux vision proven in
beginning there was heart vision
ideals ethics morality
heart beat love span humanitarian
soul tested etched in
experience heart soul vindicated
poem by Terence George Craddock
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My Idea of beauty
Beauty is the sensation of your heart skipping a beat,
when eyes full of mischief glance at you...
Beauty is the smile which appears on your lips, when you think of the way he smiles at you...
Beauty is in the heart which touches another
Beauty is tender hands holding each other
Beauty is strong arms holding you warm
Beauty is in water, beauty is in weather,
beauty is in air, beauty is in life
Beauty is in love, beauty is in wind...
Beauty surrounds you days and nights
yet no one knows beauty's heights...
poem by Nitya Pillai
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I Sort Beauty, Until I Found Her
I sort beauty, until I found her
It was in the way she looked at me
True beauty is in her eyes
Her eyes melted my heart
Oh.. how she made my heart settle
I sort beauty, until I found her
It was in the way she was herself to me
True beauty means no pretence
Her natural self made me see beauty in her
Oh.. how she exposed a beautiful heart
I sort beauty, until I found her
It was in the way she accepted me
True beauty means true love
Her acts of love made me see love in her
Oh.. how she proved a lovely companion
I sort beauty, until I found her
It was in the way she talked about our future
True beauty means graceful talk
Her character showed a lady of grace
Oh.. how she'll be my child's graceful mother
poem by Nyota Yasulwe
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You Walk In My Soul
When my eyes first saw you
A vision
My heart missed a beat
And I cried
I knew then I loved you
And I do
Now you are my reason for living
And now
You walk in my soul
You dance in my heart
You draw breath for me
Ill stand by your side
Ill kneel at your feet
Share my life with me
Ive waited years
Ive waited all my life for you
You are my world
All of my dreams and I need you
Ill love you forever
And a day
Ill love you till God comes and takes me away
You sing to my soul
You play with my heart
You breathe life for me
Ill always be yours
And Id die for you
Share my life with me
I cant believe
How much you mean to me, and so
Pick up a piece
A piece of my heart
And stay with me
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Beauty Of Life
Virginity is the beauty of ladies, colour is the beauty of rainbow, tourism is the beauty of country, memories is the beauty of past, brightness is the beauty of stars, happiness is the beauty of mind, vision is the beauty of future.Love, nature, peace are the beauty of Life.
poem by Tijani Adebowale Destiny
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Was it a dream or a vision
In my lonely thoughts i saw,
A woman of purity and tenderness,
Walking towards me with precision,
Holding my right hand with descretion,
Was it a dream or a vision?
My heart skipped a beat,
My eye skipped a blink,
I lost my concentration,
Her beauty none can describe,
Her modesty i honoured,
Her skin so soft and tender,
Was it you or another,
A dream or vision?
Her lips i reached,
The vanillia of my saliva,
The smell of love was in the air,
The distance knew us not,
Was it you my love,
Was it a dream or a vision
She took me by the hand,
Whispered she loved me,
My ears could not contain,
I shivered with amusement,
The sight of beauty beyond doubt,
Uncovering her destiny to me,
I think it was you my love,
But my thoughts never knew,
Was it a dream or a vision
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Insight
My internal perimeter,
Are my external surroundings.
For if what is inside is beauty.
Then what is outside is also beauty.
If what is inside is darkness.
Then what is outside is also darkness.
The sunshine will warm your body.
Like a kind word will warm your soul.
Those that know not of true love.
Are blinded by the ways of the world.
Those that become true love.
Have vision of life eternal.
What is felt, so often is never seen.
What is seen, is almost always felt.
The eyes are the gateway to the soul.
It offers vision and insight.
For the spirit lies within.
It is only once you have gone within,
That you will never have to go without again.
These words are the promise.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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What's In Your Heart
True beauty is in the way she laughs
True beauty is in her eyes
True beauty is how she acts
True beauty is inside
True beauty is unseen
True beauty is only felt
True beauty is not mean
True beauty is herself
True beauty can't be cruel
True beauty is bare
True beauty lies within you
True beauty is always there
True Beauty can't be covered with makeup
True beauty means true love
True beauty can't be baked up
True beauty is the flight of a dove
True beauty has no flaws
For True beauty is all that matters after all
poem by Ricky Baker
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Time Flies
As yet untouched by passing years.
Her lustrous hair as black as night
the maiden’s smile is a delight.
As yet untouched by passing years.
Without a doubt she soon will wed.
Such beauty must attract a mate
A good excuse to celebrate.
Without a doubt she soon will wed.
Take on the duties of a wife.
In time she’ll bear a child or two
make all her girlish dreams come true.
Take on the duties of a wife.
In time all fledglings leave the nest.
Then he and she are left alone
amazed how fast the years have flown.
In time all fledglings leave the nest.
Her raven locks now streaked with white.
He sees her with a lovers eyes
and pays no heed for he is wise
Her raven locks now streaked with white.
The passing years have left their mark.
The love they share still strong and true
binds them together like strong glue.
The passing years have left their mark.
They are still happy and content
as much in love as when they wed
.When first they shared their marriage bed.
They are still happy and content.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Happy 3 Month Anniversary! Lover John to Beloved Valentina <3
Eyes blinded, heart stopped
by your beauty and smile.
Your face and your love
I have seen for a while.
Three months to be exact,
I've loved you and cared.
True feelings, heart beating
my soul, to you, I bare.
The best months of my life
is the least I can say.
I think about you
every hour of every day.
For you make my heart melt,
my limbs weak, to crumble.
We share love and happiness,
and share even more when we tumble (hehe) .
Being with you makes me happy
overjoyed and ecstatic you could say.
By your side, I wish,
I could stay every day.
With you I feel a happiness
I have never felt before.
I guess what I mean is
I want to be with you more.
Three months is special, but years even better.
Take this, my dear, as a special anniversary love letter.
Happy Anniversary!
Your lover,
John
poem by Cody Black
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Only Dreams
A maiden sat in teh sunset glow
Of the shadowy, beautiful Long Ago,
That we see through a mist of tears.
She sat and dreamed, with lips apart,
With thoughtful eyes and a beating heart,
Of the mystical future years;
And brighter far than the sunset skies
Was the vision seen by the maiden's eyes.
There were castles built of the summer air,
And beautiful voices were singing there,
In a soft and floating strain.
There were skies of azure and fields of green,
With never a cloud to come between,
And never a thought of pain;
There was the music, sweet as the silvery notes
That flow from a score of thrushes' throats.
There were hands to clasp with a loving hold;
There were lips to kiss, and eyes that told
More than the lips could say.
And all the faces she loved were there,
With their snowy brows untouched by care,
And locks that were never grey.
And Love was the melody each heart beat,
And the beautiful vision was all complete.
But the castles built of the summer wind
I have vainly sought. I only find
Shadows, all grim and cold; -
For I was the maiden who thought to see
Into the future years, - Ah, me!
And I am grey and old.
My dream of earth was as fair and bright
As my hope of heaven is to-night.
Dreams are but dreams at the very best,
And the friends I loved lay down to rest
With their faces hid away.
They had furrowed brows and snowy hair,
And they willing laid one day.
A shadow came over my vision scene
As the clouds of sorrow came in between.
The hands that I thought to clasp are crossed,
The lips and the beautiful eyes are lost,
And I seek them all in vain.
The gushes of melody, sweet and clear,
And the floating voices, I do not hear,
But only a sob of pain;
And the beating hearts have paused to rest.
Ah! dreams are but dreams at the very best.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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The Natural Desire
The natural desire is what we are sharing together today,
But looking straight into your eyes gives me the message;
And your body has the beauty of love at all times.
Like an astrologer landing on the moon,
Forever we are in love when the phone stops ringing;
For your attractive body is all that i know tonight.
The natural desire and the endless love is what we do share,
And like a crab eaten in secret is your love;
When your picture flashes up in my mind always.
Circumstances are always psychologically,
But your beauty also interests the essence of your love;
And your desire is very precious to my heart.
I will always die for your love,
So come closer to me and let us share this kiss of love;
Bring your lips to warm up my cold lips,
Like the way of life in love when tomorrow is far away!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Vision
I remember a marvellous instant,
Unto me bending down from above,
Thy radiant vision appearing
As an angel of beauty and love.
'Mid the torments of desperate sadness,
In the torture of bondage and sighs,
To me rang thy voice so beloved--
And I dreamed thy miraculous eyes.
But the years rolled along--and life's tempests
My illusions, my youth overcame,
I forgot that sweet voice full of music--
And thy glance like a heavenly flame.
In the covert and grief of my exile,
The days stretched unchanged in their flight,
Bereft inspiration or power,
Bereft both of love and of light.
To my soul now approaches awakening,
To me thou art come from above,
As a radiant and wonderful vision--
As an angel of beauty and love.
As before my heart throbs with emotion,
Life looks to me worthy and bright,
And I feel inspiration and power--
And again love and tears and the light!
poem by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
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Georgina
They told me her name was Georgina
At first I thought she was an angel in disguise
She danced around my mind like a ballerina
Her beauty was excitement to my soul and eyes.
Her lips were as full as a boutique of roses
That a man would present to a woman in love
'Remember' beauty are from the words man composes
From the inspiration of woman, and not from GOD above.
Her eyes were as large and additive as the moon
And they called me, as fire calls a moth to the flame
The air was tranquil as it was late June
And then I saw her, and now I know her name.
Across the room was the first time that I saw her
I don't think I could ever forget that magical night
Her image is strong and her beauty will never blur
My love is for her and she will always be in my sight.
Oh how I wished that I had taken her away by the hand
But I know that I could never, even if I could try
As her heart and soul they belonged to another man
And I was just a visitor, who sadly was passing by.
In my mind and soul she will always be there
Her beauty could be compared to that of beautiful Athena
How I wished that I had her that's all in my prayer
After they had told me that her name was Georgina.
poem by Randy McClave
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An Answered Prayer
I prayed a lover's prayer and prayers sent me
A beautiful lady of art and life in perfect harmony.
Her eyes of Burmese jade, her lips of amorous African ruby
Her skin of Chinese silk, her heart a refined piece of jewelry
As rare as rare, and as sweet as sweet
This lady is beauty whole and beauty complete.
Her slim delicate tenderness lies between beauty and love
And in mine heart her beauty is be love
By mine senses, my soul, my spirit, my will
Made light by her soul, as light and colorful of a peacock's quill
I do but for a moment touch her loin
And our eyes, my prayers, do finally adjoin
Love has sent me a scion of pleasure
In one moment of love's eternity
Did I possess a Goddess and I did see love's tremendous treasure
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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