Beauty Poems
Courage
by Robert William Service
Today I opened wide my eyes,
And stared with wonder and surprise,
To see beneath November skies
An apple blossom peer;
Upon a branch as bleak as night
It gleamed exultant on my sight,
A fairy beacon burning bright
Of hope and cheer.
'Alas! ' said I, 'poor foolish thing,
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The Law Of The Yukon
by Robert William Service
This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain:
"Send not your foolish and feeble; send me your strong and your sane --
Strong for the red rage of battle; sane for I harry them sore;
Send me men girt for the combat, men who are grit to the core;
Swift as the panther in triumph, fierce as the bear in defeat,
Sired of a bulldog parent, steeled in the furnace heat.
Send me the best of your breeding, lend me your chosen ones;
Them will I take to my bosom, them will I call my sons;
Them will I gild with my treasure, them will I glut with my meat;
But the others -- the misfits, the failures -- I trample under my feet.
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Life
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
L-ilacs, pink roses, plum tulips, and red daisies.
I-t's essential to sniff them, before they are gone;
F-or the fun lives are enjoying orange sunshine!
E-ver since birth, green has been everywhere.
Two Sunsets
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
In the fair morning of his life,
When his pure heart lay in his breast,
Panting, with all that wild unrest
To plunge into the great world's strife
That fills young hearts with mad desire,
He saw a sunset. Red and gold
The burning billows surged and rolled,
And upward tossed their caps of fire.
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A Sunshine Riddle
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I am fervent honeyed sunshine, and I'm still in my youth,
With warm colors ever varying, as in deep darkness I move,
I am a bluebird singing, from the leafy boughs of a tree,
I am the iridescent rainbow, and wave motion on the sea.
I am the raging fire, that has suddenly burst into flame,
And I am the hopeful dawn, and green wilderness untamed.
I am the opening and close of day, and luster in between,
The vivid butterfly scene, and the pearly moonlight sheen.
I am mountains sand and clouds, sapphire skies and flowers,
I am all colors, and to living creatures, my light matters.
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Dansende Schoonheid
by Mario Odekerken
Dansende schoonheid,
een glimp van licht
in een kamer vol stilte.
Haar bewegingen
spreken zonder woorden,
zacht als de wind
over vergeten velden.
Elke draai
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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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Schönheit
by Mario Odekerken
Manchmal liegt sie im Flüstern des Windes,
zwischen den Ästen,die sich nicht wehren.
In den Augen eines alten Menschen,
voll Geschichten,
voll gelebtem Schmerz.
Schönheit schreit nicht.
Sie wartet,
in der Stille eines leeren Raumes,
im ersten Atemzug nach dem Weinen,
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An Arctic Story
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
At first light trudging through the Arctic Snow,
Is it for thrill or just a Facebook photo show?
As the Arctic wind buffets our flushed face,
The long-awaited walk soon becomes a shambles of a race.
Hands morph to splintered wood, eyebrows deftly freeze,
And yet the brochure promised we’d do this trek with ease.
Soldier on, embrace the frigid grind,
Pray aloud that inner fortitude to find,
Not a sound outside our laden breath,
Every move made with fractured hapless stealth.
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Here for the Moment
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Janice Avery loved deep green nature; like cherry sunset owls, gawping.
She dwelt with her parents and Sissy, when old, golden days were walking.
They lived out in the hilly country, where orangeish stars could be seen;
And summer seemed to last forever, for days held a predominate sheen.
Noons were filled with happiness laughter, that foreshadowed pink moon.
Life was young, but blue world was old. Burgundy butterflies left cocoons!
Mauve fog was doing its fadeaway, as never failing, friends came calling;
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Edna St. Vincent Millay (24 poems about Beauty)
22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950 / Rockland / Maine / United States -
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