Brian Jefferson

(March 29,1990 / Washington D.C.)

Beauty


Beauty is a quality bestowed upon one
Beauty is a job that is never done
Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes
Beauty mesmirizes
Beauty can take the form of a rose
Beauty may not have on any clothes
Beauty catches your eye
Beauty is like a shining star in the sky
Beauty seems so right
Beauty is day after night
Beauty is the last dance
Beauty give me one more chance

Submitted: Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, January 02, 2013

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  • Greenwolfe 1962 (2/22/2009 1:15:00 PM)

    Beauty is one of the most important things in poetry. I like the repetition of the
    lines. This helps a poem be memorable. So, the structure is perfect for this
    poem. I also liked the idea of describing Beauty in its many manifestations.
    Not just physical. That was very creative and expands the mental process of the
    reader.

    GW62 (Report) Reply

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