Beauty is a word that flows
Smoothly like a drop of water
On a mirror
Every time it’s sounded
It morphs into milk and honey
To the ears that hear
Beauty is a word that silently burns
Bringing pleasant thoughts to the dreamer
Thoughts that mend and heal broken hearts
Beauty is a word that shines brightly
Like a full moon in the east
Whose light evicts darkness away
Beauty is a word,
Like a red rose
Whose aroma and fragrance wafts
Thus spreading across all roads and ridges
Beauty is a word,
Like falling rain
That washes away all our sorrows
With every drench from the perforated sky
Beauty is a word,
Like poetry, proverbs and sayings
Only understood by a willing heart
Striking a chord with every syllable muttered
Beauty is the flickering starlight
Prompting lips to compose pregnant tunes
Every time they twinkle
Beauty is childhood
Chasing clouds that roam the clouds
Watching them glide and slide on the blue sky
Beauty in adulthood is —
Finding one who understands you
And one whom you understand
Beauty is love
And love is beauty
And for that; I am grateful to have you-
My little Pigeon
Lovely romantic piece of poetry depicting the essence of beauty, well articulated and elegantly penned in poetic diction from the heart. Your insightful usage of similes to drive home your conviction is both appropriate and poetically remarkable. A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy For Ever - JOHN Keats. Thanks for sharing Wycliffe. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for that wonderful comment, Chinedu.