Beauty Poems

And a poet said, 'Speak to us of Beauty.'

Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?
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One heavy day I ran away from the grim face of society and the dizzying clamor of the city and directed my weary step to the spacious alley. I pursued the beckoning course of the rivulet and the musical sounds of the birds until I reached a lonely spot where the flowing branches of the trees prevented the sun from the touching the earth.

I stood there, and it was entertaining to my soul - my thirsty soul who had seen naught but the mirage of life instead of its sweetness.
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Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly;
Their beauty shakes me who was once serene;
Straight through my heart the wound is quick and keen.
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The beautiful, the fair, the elegant,
Is that which pleases us, says Kant,
Without a thought of interest or advantage.
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When Beauty and Beauty meet
All naked, fair to fair,
The earth is crying-sweet,
And scattering-bright the air,
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I want to have the extremes of your Love,
See, how silly am I, wishing for unachievable.

I don't care if you maltreat me or promise to unveil your beauty,
I just want something unbearable to test my fortitude
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I saw a nice little flower…
Enjoying herself in the nice warm fields…
The place felt fine, what a beautiful sight! !
Why didn't it come yesterday? !
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Bluebells carpet the woodland floor
Packed so tightly that insects tip-toe
Softly and quietly between them.
Their beauty unlocks a woodland door
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All through eternity
Beauty unveils His exquisite form
in the solitude of nothingness;
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Wonderful is not so much
The mausoleum's chisel cut beauty
As the beauty of the love
Arrested in its architecture-
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Here lies a most beautiful lady,
Light of step and heart was she;
I think she was the most beautiful lady
That ever was in the West Country.
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A daughter is beauty at its finest.
Heart of an angel, soul so pure, and sweet.
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Beauty are the roses
Mixed with beauty within
Not just a pretty face
Or pleasures it brings
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Learned poets have said "beauty is to enjoy"
Like fresh flowers always give you joy
Don't attempt to pluck or destroy
Not to play with it as simple toy
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Down, wanton, down! Have you no shame
That at the whisper of Love's name,
Or Beauty's, presto! up you raise
Your angry head and stand at gaze?
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'Am I, at bottom, that fervent little Spanish Catholic child who chastised herself for loving toys, who forbade herself the enjoyment of sweet foods, who practiced silence, who humiliated her pride, who adored symbols, statues, burning candles, incense, the caress of nuns, organ music, for whom Communion was a great event? I was so exalted by the idea of eating Jesus's flesh and drinking His blood that I couldn't swallow the host well, and I dreaded harming the it.
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When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making beautiful old rhyme
In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights,
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The tempest calmed after bending the branches of the trees and leaning heavily upon the grain in the field. The stars appeared as broken remnants of lightning, but now silence prevailed over all, as if Nature's war had never been fought.

At that hour a young woman entered her chamber and knelt by her bed sobbing bitterly. Her heart flamed with agony but she could finally open her lips and say, 'Oh Lord, bring him home safely to me. I have exhausted my tears and can offer no more, oh Lord, full of love and mercy. My patience is drained and calamity is seeking possession of my heart. Save him, oh Lord, from the iron paws of War; deliver him from such unmerciful Death, for he is weak, governed by the strong. Oh Lord, save my beloved, who is Thine own son, from the foe, who is Thy foe. Keep him from the forced pathway to Death's door; let him see me, or come and take me to him.'
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The gold-hoarder walked in his palace park and with him walked his troubles. And over his head hovered worries as a vulture hovers over a carcass, until he reached a beautiful lake surrounded by magnificent marble statuary.

He sat there pondering the water which poured from the mouths of the statues like thoughts flowing freely from a lover's imagination, and contemplating heavily his palace which stood upon a knoll like a birth-mark upon the cheek of a maiden. His fancy revealed to him the pages of his life's drama which he read with falling tears that veiled his eyes and prevented him from viewing man's feeble additions to Nature.
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Beauty is Nature's gift to anyone living in this world sure;
Natural beauty cannot be imitated by any means here;
Natural beauty has lasting effect to anyone in the world;
Beauty has the power to make all love and create joy!
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Beauty is a personal construct,
A harmony within,
Rhyme inside outside;
It is rhythmic unison
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Beauty is truth as truth only lasts forever without change in the world;
It is only fancy that beauty lies in the eye of the beholder depending maturity;
Depending upon the maturity of mind, beauty varies from person to person;
What is beauty to one need not be the same for others in the world!
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Beauty is just like the attractive book cover inducing all to see it;
But real beauty is great ideas of truth in it that are ever lasting;
Such real beauty is like precious treasure hidden in the deep ocean,
Beauty is ever surrounded by danger that kills all who about it!
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Physical beauty is outer beauty of cover to attract all but it is not the same forever;
As age increases, beauty becomes waning Moon but inner beauty is waxing;
True beauty lies in love of heart, mind and soul reflected by the love of a person;
More than makeup, gentle action, kind words and pleasing manners are beauty!
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Beauty is truth,
truth is beauty,
let me count the ways
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Beauty....(2)

beauty lies in the eyes of the one who loves
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BEAUTY IS UPON YOU…
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Beauty is upon you like the rose without a thorn.
Beauty is upon you like the dew on grass each morn.
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Beauty is a double edged sword, she cuts you on both sides.
She inebriates like strong wine. She can make or mar you. She is a sweet poison.

Beauty is a Beast, she can devour you.
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