A Woman So Beautiful
When she ceased speaking
Beneath the shimmering
Midnight stars,
I saw her eyes
Were as mysterious and bright
As those luminous and sparkling lights.
I try to maintain my composure
When I’m in her presence
And intoxicated by her perfume;
When I approach her room,
My heart is lost
In child-like wonder.
The birth of a thousand poems
Radiates from her delicate face,
A woman so beautiful
I’m afraid to look at her.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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When A Child Is Lost
When a child is lost,
lost to unknown circumstances,
lost to suspicion of persons
with evil intentions,
then to the eyes of the parents
the lights of sun, moon and stars
have ceased to shine,
the blooming flowers in October
lose their fragrance,
and food doesn't taste
in the tongue.
When a child is lost,
then parents who plea
for their child's return
move us to tears
because children are not
goods to be stolen
but priceless treasure
to be cared for.
When the child is lost,
we share the universal pain
of losing our beloved.
Let us pray that the human goodness
in the heart of the person
who stole the child prevail
and that the lost child
be found.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Two beautiful stars
As shiny and glittery as ever,
The clouds try to cover,
But the luminous penetrates always,
The moon passes in amusement,
Such light i have never seen,
Like two roses in the grass field,
You and me in the merciless world,
How wonderful and bright we are,
The two little stars
Where is the sun my love,
Do we really need it darling,
Our love an example of light,
In the night we shine so bright,
You, me, two little beautiful stars
The world sees in amusement,
The light sparkling from above,
The beams of grace and chastity,
Who else can it be,
The two beautiful stars,
You and me my love
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Om Tattoo
Moon-seducing poetry
On the starlight veranda,
The lilac perfume of her sweater,
I swore on my Om tattoo
I would never forget her.
The sacred dance
Of the hidden goddess
Caught me dizzy beneath drunken stars
And lost in the mysterious sea of dreams.
To kiss the nape of a woman’s neck
And dive into her soul
Through the vulnerability
Of her eyes,
I could cease to be human
And merely exist
In the kingdom of her breath.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Christmas Manger
it is said that this night was the most beautiful night.
every star in the sky was shining very bright
there was not a cloud in the sky as far as the eye could see.
yet! it was foretold to kings of three different nations.
that a woman was about to give birth
to a child which would save this earth.
they packed up everything that they would need
and traveled on this beautiful night
to see this most glorious sight.
when they saw this child with eyes so blue
they knew that this was true.
for this child had such piercing eyes
that it saw through them and touched the sky.
his eyes gave the kings such tranquility
and a flaming desire in their souls
that this child they wanted to hold.
as they passed him from one to another
they looked upon the blessed mary and joseph
kneeling in the hay.
that they all began to pray.
they blessed this child with more than gold
for throughout the world this story would be told.
and even till this very day
we thank god in every way, for this beautiful
child who was born that night.
to give all of mankind a belief greater than they
and to wash away-the sins that we are born with at birth.
they say that the location of the manger was never found
that with time it was torn to the ground.
yet! people come from all over the world
in search of that sacred place.
so that they may feel his grace.
they feel his presence and know he's there
to erase all their fears.
yet the search should not be on the ground
but thru his love found all around.
give of yourself all that you can
and he will give you the helping hand.
poem by Louis Rams
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Starlight Eyes
My star, sparkling shine, radial eye lost in dark blue night
Shooting sight, reflective bright, holy traces from pointless fight
Light of night, unholy plight, beautiful hope of sacred light
Hope in sky, obsesive lie, demise my song of what I thought was right
Pair of eyes, sparkling shines, stare and glare below to admire their might
In clean white sky, with pure atire, blacks the eyes until the ray of night
The birth of right, the birth of fight, anounced in shines within the hope of light
The holy birth, the birth of sins, ominious words of the chains of fright
poem by Erasmo Rayon
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Spaces between Her Heartbeats
The beautiful woman disappears,
And I’m lost when she’s not here
To recite my name
Like a mockingbird’s refrain.
Her sweet words echo in my brain
As I gaze out midnight windows
Following the path
Of the gently falling rain.
It is my soul that exists
Between the spaces of her heartbeats,
And her breath is my perfume
When flowers fade in a sunlit room
And I’m facing certain defeat.
I’ve forgotten my home
To linger for a moment in her eyes.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Everything Is Mozart
At the opera theater in the dark
I was intoxicated by the perfume on her sweater;
The evening was racing toward midnight
And I sat listening to the Magic Flute
Wishing I had another bottle of wine
To calm all of my thoughts
About the way she would smile
Beneath the city stars
On the way to her car.
I wanted to sit on her mother's verandah
And continue to drink and take in every nuanced pause
Of her exhilarating history in the sweet way that she talks.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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To me you are the most beautiful woman
How can I catch in a single poem
the scenery that I see in your eyes,
the light that radiates in them,
the starry look that they radiate?
To me you are the most beautiful woman
and even if I could fold my arms
a thousand times around you,
words cannot really hold you.
How do a person describe
a heart that is open for the world
and wants to stop the pain
of all of humans?
Still I thank God
that you do love me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Night Lights
-artist: nat king cole
-peak billboard position # 11 in 1956
-words by sammy gallop and music by chester conn
Night lights, those blues-in-the-night lights
Are no longer bright lights since Im without you
Sweet dreams, oh where did they fly to?
Youre gone and who can I cry to?
Those night lights remind me of bright eyes
And beautiful white lies too good to be true
As I go on my way with all my heart I pray
That those night lights will lead me to you
Those night lights remind me of bright eyes
And beautiful white lies too good to be true
As I go on my way with all my heart I pray
That those night lights will lead me to you
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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Neanthe Bella
Neanthe Bella, beautiful dwarf,
Beautiful from birth.
Glorious woman in green.
Fan dancer,
Seductress,
Wild,
Exotic,
Mysterious,
And unique.
Neanthe bella, beautiful dwarf,
Unlike,
All others.
Delicate,
Fragile,
So feminine.
Never aging,
Always,
Shy,
Reserved,
A queen,
Among the rest.
Though,
Small,
And meek,
Thine beauty is,
Beyond compare.
Neanthe Bella, beautiful dwarf.
poem by Juan Olivarez
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I'm Lost Without You
I swear that I can go on forever again
Please let me know that my one bad day will end
I will go down as your lover, your friend
Give me your lips and with one kiss we begin
Are you afraid of being alone
Cause I am, I'm lost without you
Are you afraid of leaving tonight
Cause I am, I'm lost without you
I'll leave my room open till sunrise for you
I'll keep my eyes patiently focused on you
Where are you now I can hear footsteps I'm dreaming
And if you will, keep me from waking to believe this
Are you afraid of being alone
Cause I am, I'm lost without you
Are you afraid of leaving tonight
Cause I am, I'm lost without you
Are you afraid of being alone
Cause I am, I'm lost without you
Are you afraid of leaving tonight
Cause I am, I'm lost without you
Are you afraid of being alone
Cause I am, I'm lost without you
Are you afraid of leaving tonight
Cause I am, I'm lost without you
I'm lost without you
I'm lost without you
song performed by by Blink 182
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Of delicate poems
These poems speak their minds
Be it grief
Be it bliss
But what matters most is that these poems
Have minds of their own
And they do not just listen, and absorb
Or absurd, but what matters most of all
I repeat
For emphasis
For you who like to see
The stone saints along the pedestal
Remembered as you say
By the ravages of the times,
Is that
These poems have minds of their own
And they have mouths that speak,
So delicately, that they have threads
Like tendrils that entwine
A fence
Like it is making love and you watch
It with contempt
But as I see your face
You watch it with envy,
Really, these delicate poems, now speaking
More of grief
Of lamentations
Like a woman veiled and wailing then singing
The most beautiful song of the lost,
Her husband dead
One of the time’s war’s casualties
A grief in a song
And you shall hear it, a grief in a song,
Reverberating through the winds of change
Inside your ear
There are no ballads, or odes to your
West wind
There are none, for in truth, in this world
The ballads are outdated
Run over by the grief of the many
Some even still untold
Waiting to unfold
And you are there, how insensitive!
Telling them to have a grip of something else
Why not walk your dachshund?
And watch it pee beside a tree and
There you watch with so much glee!
poem by Antonio Liao
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Mysterious Beautiful Stranger
I once upon a time dreamt of a beautiful mysterious stranger
He didn’t wear a mask or a cloak and no he wasn’t Zorro
He opened up my heart and let himself in
Don’t ask of me how or when
He handed me the key
And now I hold it safe
This mysterious beautiful stranger
Bears gifts of flowers each time he visits
No not Roses or Orchids
But beautiful simple wildflowers
Buttercups and Daisies with a few Peonies
We sit at the table and talk about poetry
Sipping on hot coffee
We laugh and giggle and share precious talk
Listening to Mozart and Vivaldi
Bringing the seasons to our hearts
This mysterious beautiful stranger
With eyes that smile and would bring the moon to her knees
Laughter full of gaiety that summons a dance to your feet
Wise for his years ambitious young vivacious and bright
So very full of life
He wants to break all limits and cross every border
Just so that he can live his life but not to some fiddlers tune
This mysterious beautiful stranger
A glimpse of him I did see
A place in my heart and a room in my home
A friend for life and a sister for keeps
So here’s a heartful of love n stuff
A heartfelt prayer to turn my dream into a reality
Especially for you
My mysterious beautiful stranger
poem by Lilac Wine
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What Have I Done
In the dark of the night
I feel your energy strong
A shadow passes the room
Your presence there belongs
What Have I Done
I'm not afraid as I wait
Coldness touches my face
You are so remembered
As you start taking shape
What Have I Done
The smell of floral scent
A breeze of air in the mist
You approach closely near
As my little heart so skips
What Have I Done
poem by Suelynn Walters
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When nothing anymore brings me peace
When nothing anymore brings me peace,
even in heaven or on earth
and when I find nothing beautiful, or glorious
in the stars blazing in the night sky,
then your eyes are filled with sparkling,
an inner beauty that is lovelier
than any shining lights,
than drops of rain filled with life
falling down during a bright day,
your smile my love, is like a ray of sunlight
bright in its intensity, you dazzle me
and your laughter chimes in precious notes
like a vast symphony and I want to be free,
with no other company than yours.
poem by Gert Strydom
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These Lost, These Come At A Cost Women
I see these city lights and flashy cars
These beautiful women lost under stars
These daughters and sisters and mothers
These lost women
These come at a cost women
Given a glance then a dance
Given the means to live by the fiends of these beautiful women
Lost in a daze of green
A daze I've seen
Spotlights on these beautiful women
Eyes on these and cheers for these beautiful women
Lies in these and fears in these lost women
These come at a cost women
Show, bought and ready to go
At a price higher then they know
These women worth more then gold
Priceless
But still sold
Oh these lost women
Don't you know your beautiful
Not hot women
That your beautiful
Not meant to be bought women
Beauty needs to be taught in these women
Instead of this that is not
Left in them to rot
Oh these beautiful women
These I've seen
Women whos pupils are all green
Men whos eyes are gazed in between wide thighs
Silent cries eventually taking its toll
Night after night eventually breaking the soul
I see these city lights and flashy cars
These beautiful women lost under stars
These daughters and sisters and mothers
These lost women
These come at a cost women
Don't you know your beautiful
Not hot women
That you’re beautiful
Not meant to be bought women.
poem by Bikramjyoti Kashyop
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Beautiful One
The beautiful one aspires
To look like an angel
Her eyes are so charming
Like the innocent eyes of a dove
My beauty I call her
The beautiful one is overkilling
To have look so tempting
Her lips are red-hot
Like a wild cat
That has bathed its mouth in blood
The beautiful one is loving
To have looked like a rainbow
Her rose dusts powder on her face
She looks like a wizard
Getting ready for a midnight dance
The beautiful one is so romantic
To have smell so pleasant
The smell of her perfume
Provoke the ghost in my head; to say
You are the beautiful one
poem by Towobola pelumi miktobz
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These Lost, These Come At A Cost Women
I see these city lights and flashy cars
These beautiful women lost under stars
These daughters and sisters and mothers
These lost women
These come at a cost women
Given a glance then a dance
Given the means to live by the fiends of these beautiful women
Lost in a daze of green
A daze I've seen
Spotlights on these beautiful women
Eyes on these and cheers for these beautiful women
Lies in these and fears in these lost women
These come at a cost women
Show, bought and ready to go
At a price higher then they know
These women worth more then gold
Priceless
But still sold
Oh these lost women
Don't you know your beautiful
Not hot women
That your beautiful
Not meant to be bought women
Beauty needs to be taught in these women
Instead of this that is not
Left in them to rot
Oh these beautiful women
These I've seen
Women whos pupils are all green
Men whos eyes are gazed in between wide thighs
Silent cries eventually taking its toll
Night after night eventually breaking the soul
I see these city lights and flashy cars
These beautiful women lost under stars
These daughters and sisters and mothers
These lost women
These come at a cost women
Don't you know your beautiful
Not hot women
That you’re beautiful
Not meant to be bought women.
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poem by Regan Mackenzie
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Red, Sparkling Wine
I Have Seen A Sight
Of a Man Falling Down …
… it wasn’t for a Fight
… but it was due to what He’d Found …
… Red Sparkling Wine… Does It Every Time
Red Sparkling Wine… She Should Be A Crime …
Red Sparkling Wine…
She Starts out – Flowing – Smooth
Gets in Your Blood – Then You got Somethin’ to Prove!
You Chase Her Intoxicating Perfume
… must be Brand X … or Lady-Doom …
… Red Sparkling Wine… Does It Every Time
Red Sparkling Wine… Feeling So Sublime …
Red Sparkling Wine…
… Sweet from the Vine, but She ain’t Vintage
Make You Loose Your Mind and Your Hard-Earned Wages
Her Cheap-Thrills… can’t Heal a Heart, that’s Bruised …
You ain’t in Love! … just in a Bottle of Booze …
of Red Sparkling Wine… Once in awhile is Fine
Red Sparkling Wine… Know the Warning Signs ….
of Red Sparkling Wine…
She’s Beautiful, as She Pours
Your Problems – Passed-Out, on The Floor
She’s Crystal-Blood in an Hour-Glass
Her Pity-Promises… just don’t Last…
Red Sparkling Wine… Does It Every Time
Red Sparkling Wine… She’ll have You begging for Dimes …
… to buy … Red Sparkling Wine…
She’ll leave You Broke, You won’t be able to Think
She’s ‘Madam Dope’ … if You Need One More Drink
… of Red Sparkling Wine… Just a Matter of Time
Red Sparkling Wine… Have Another… ‘ Cause I’m …
… Red Sparkling Wine …
poem by MoonBee Canady
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The Pixy and the Grocer
How bright the room seemed! It was as if a ray of light came from the book, a luminous tree whose branches spread out across the ceiling. The leaves were fresh and green and on each branch flowers bloomed and fruit hung. The flowers were faces of young maidens, some with radiant dark eyes and other(s) with clear blue ones. The fruits were sparkling stars. All the while the most beautiful music could be heard.
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He [the pixy] experienced greatness. He saw what we see when God, disguised as the storm, walks across the turbulent ocean. He cried without knowing why he cried, but found that in those tears happiness was hidden. "How wonderful it must be," he thought, "to sit under the magic tree together with the student." But that was not possible; he had to be satisfied with looking through the keyhole.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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