Beauty Poems
Palme
by Paul Valéry
Veiling, barely, his dread
Beauty and its blaze,
An angel sets warm bread
and cool milk at my place.
His eyelids make the sign
Of prayer; I lower mine,
Words interleaving vision:
--Calm, calm, be ever calm!
Feel the whole weight a palm
Bears upright in profusion.
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Under the Weather
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Dr. Foster lived in old fashioned London, and was content to stay there;
As red roses are content being caressed, by the wind from everywhere.
Dr. Foster loved his daily routine, like the violet repeat of honeyed days;
And he stuck to their rhythm faithfully, like a valentine heart, ever stays.
Besides, his work kept him quite busy, easing pain, and bringing smiles;
Like vermilion mountains at moonrise, or a colorful rainbow's hazy tiles.
Since failure isn't a familiar word in nature, like rebirth of spring flowers,
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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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A Magical Tune
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Sunflower Meadows was a place of mystical beauty, green and abloom.
That's where seven-year-old Ava lived, like laughter and spicy perfume.
Ava lived with her parents and three siblings, like stars dance together;
And she loved golden, nursery rhymes, like sunshine, carnival pleasure.
Their farm was small but busy, and all of the family had sundry chores.
Ava collected eggs and fed poultry, eating and picking berries, outdoors.
Faint flurries of wind cooled afternoon, and family came, in floppy hats;
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The Golden Journey To Samarkand
by James Elroy Flecker
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We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage
And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die,
We Poets of the proud old lineage
Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why, -
What shall we tell you? Tales, marvellous tales
Of ships and stars and isles where good men rest,
Where nevermore the rose of sunset pales,
And winds and shadows fall towards the West:
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Under the Weather
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Dr. Foster lived in old fashioned London, and was content to stay there;
As red roses are content being caressed, by the wind from everywhere.
Dr. Foster loved his daily routine, like the violet repeat of honeyed days;
And he stuck to their rhythm faithfully, like a valentine heart, ever stays.
Besides, his work kept him quite busy, easing pain, and bringing smiles;
Like vermilion mountains at moonrise, or a colorful rainbow's hazy tiles.
Since failure isn't a familiar word in nature, like rebirth of spring flowers,
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84. Life Untouched
by Kea Campbell
Flowers blossom, blooming allergies.
Every eye, sightly blessed.
Spring!— attacks my immunity and I whiff defeat.
Nonetheless, a treat by scent.
Even us alone, the wind knows no hush.
Whispering through evergreens.
Articulating each leaf.
Talking to the river, who gossips downstream.
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Sky of Fireflies
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Sultry evening surprise,
the starry sky of fireflies!
Pink, shining, full moon
on rosy, Dragonfly Lagoon.
Lofty fireflies are winking,
as gold time is blinking.
Ash silhouetted clouds,
partially veil fleet crowds,
that glow emerald green,
until so suddenly unseen.
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A Magical Tune
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Sunflower Meadows was a place of mystical beauty, green and abloom.
That's where seven-year-old Ava lived, like laughter and spicy perfume.
Ava lived with her parents and three siblings, like stars dance together;
And she loved golden, nursery rhymes, like sunshine, carnival pleasure.
Their farm was small but busy, and all of the family had sundry chores.
Ava collected eggs and fed poultry, eating and picking berries, outdoors.
Faint flurries of wind cooled afternoon, and family came, in floppy hats;
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The Garden
by Zynab Coroma
The garden does not belong to me,
I’m just a butterfly, fluttering free.
A fleeting guest in blooms and green,
A whisper in this world unseen.
In this garden, some weeds take root,
Choking life, their poison’s pursuit.
But with steady hands, the gardener sees,
Uprooting them for the garden’s peace.
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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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