Beautiful Poems
Life Is A Privilege
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Life is a privilege. Its youthful days
Shine with the radiance of continuous Mays.
To live, to breathe, to wonder and desire,
To feed with dreams the heart’s perpetual fire,
To thrill with virtuous passions, and to glow
With great ambitions – in one hour to know
The depths and heights of feeling – God! in truth,
How beautiful, how beautiful is youth!
Life is a privilege. Like some rare rose
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Spontaneous Me
by Walt Whitman
SPONTANEOUS me, Nature,
The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with,
The arm of my friend hanging idly over my shoulder,
The hill-side whiten'd with blossoms of the mountain ash,
The same, late in autumn--the hues of red, yellow, drab, purple, and
light and dark green,
The rich coverlid of the grass--animals and birds--the private
untrimm'd bank--the primitive apples--the pebble-stones,
Beautiful dripping fragments--the negligent list of one after
another, as I happen to call them to me, or think of them,
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Give Me The Splendid, Silent Sun
by Walt Whitman
GIVE me the splendid silent sun, with all his beams full-dazzling;
Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard;
Give me a field where the unmow'd grass grows;
Give me an arbor, give me the trellis'd grape;
Give me fresh corn and wheat--give me serene-moving animals, teaching
content;
Give me nights perfectly quiet, as on high plateaus west of the
Mississippi, and I looking up at the stars;
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers, where I can
walk undisturb'd;
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A Song Of Life
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
In the rapture of life and of living,
I lift up my head and rejoice,
And I thank the great Giver for giving
The soul of my gladness a voice.
In the glow of the glorious weather,
In the sweet-scented, sensuous air,
My burdens seem light as a feather –
They are nothing to bear.
In the strength and the glory of power,
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Song Of The Open Road
by Walt Whitman
AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune--I myself am good fortune;
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Strong and content, I travel the open road.
The earth--that is sufficient;
I do not want the constellations any nearer;
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I Am Turquoise
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I am forever roaming, turquoise,
Thrashing, with a roaring noise.
I'm often kissed by sunset's lips,
Red in passing, on endless trips.
Reflected in my sparkling deeps,
The sky I once was, often peeps.
I'm foliage and flowers and birds.
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Beauty Crowned
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
burgundy and cream
and orange blossoms she wore
crowned in hues and lore
fresh naturally
like deep green, minty morning
sweet scent trails forming
queen of nature crowned
in myriad blooms daily
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Chanting Spring
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Sweet snowdrop bells ring!
The violets are coming
Days are chanting spring.
Crimson camelias call
from dreams near the garden wall.
Gold sun fields await
rich tulips of tomorrow!
Lily's never late.
Then pansies' pink faces greet
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Beauty in a Mist
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Misty roses, red
with pink haze, orange lilies;
Lilac promenade.
Purple pansies on the porch,
dusk soon to carry the torch.
'At last' roses, peach
chocolate cosmos, shrouded,
Yellow daisies smile.
Gardens loved to distraction,
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Mulberry
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
in navy blue dusk
mulberry brushes green grass ~
a scene that's starlit
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Robinson Jeffers (15 poems about Beautiful)
10 January 1887 – 20 January 1962 / Allegheny, Pennsylvania -
Richard Brautigan (8 poems about Beautiful)
January 30, 1935 – September 14, 1984 / Tacoma, Washington -
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