Beauty Poems
Mystery of May
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was an unfathomable mystery writer, producing novels for ardent readers,
Much like a mystery of vanishing pearly moon, as sun comes up to greet her.
My days were spent devising fresh plots, like edgy seas, seeking new shores,
Roving half of the scented world for another, as wafted flower seeds explore.
My books became so popular, because my name had been spoken by many,
Like roses of fields of honeyed sun, basking in quiet fame, and gazes plenty!
Friends found me in flowering, fabulous parks, at cherry sunsets of our lives,
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The Princess: A Medley: O Swallow
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South,
Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves,
And tell her, tell her, what I tell to thee.
O tell her, Swallow, thou that knowest each,
That bright and fierce and fickle is the South,
And dark and true and tender is the North.
O Swallow, Swallow, if I could follow, and light
Upon her lattice, I would pipe and trill,
And cheep and twitter twenty million loves.
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The Human Seasons
by John Keats
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man:
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span:
He has his Summer, when luxuriously
Spring's honied cud of youthful thought he loves
To ruminate, and by such dreaming high
Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves
His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings
He furleth close; contented so to look
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Stamp Collector
by Robert William Service
My worldly wealth I hoard in albums three,
My life collection of rare postage stamps;
My room is cold and bare as you can see,
My coat is old and shabby as a tramp's;
Yet more to me than balances in banks,
My albums three are worth a million francs.
I keep them in that box beside my bed,
For who would dream such treasures it could hold;
But every day I take them out and spread
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The Making Of The Lord's Bouquet
by Emma Sabessar
I planted myself a garden, a garden of all
different kinds of flowers. I decided to make a bouquet
beautifully selected. My black carnation which I will
call Ebony for you are strong, in the image of me, I
created you. Beautiful as you are, your black essence
is like the twilight of the night in Ebony.
My white rose, so fair thou are, how lovely and
wise, your glow is like the day for which I created you.
I call you Ivory and I also adore you.
My next rainbow flower is called yellow orchid
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Mystery of May
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was an unfathomable mystery writer, producing novels for ardent readers,
Much like a mystery of vanishing pearly moon, as sun comes up to greet her.
My days were spent devising fresh plots, like edgy seas, seeking new shores,
Roving half of the scented world for another, as wafted flower seeds explore.
My books became so popular, because my name had been spoken by many,
Like roses of fields of honeyed sun, basking in quiet fame, and gazes plenty!
Friends found me in flowering, fabulous parks, at cherry sunsets of our lives,
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Skater on Moonlight
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
skater on moonlight
wearing diamonds, pearls in hair
fun in frosty air
moonbeams for sunbeams
darkly calm on frozen lake
glide softly as dreams
skater of starlight
feeling joy that comes from peace
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Mango
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Mellow mango, red gold,
Myriad ways to eat,
Marvel of June smoothies,
Munchable with ice cream.
Mesmerizing pink moon
meets orchard of delight,
Mulberry sun comes soon.
A Blue-Green World
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
green and blue are best
for ages put to the test
berry sky, jade leaves
knee deep sage grasses
waving like sapphire oceans
and wandering wind
matter-of-fact pretty
in saffron everyday hours
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A Handful Of Spring (Haiku)
by Subhas Chandra Chakra
A handful of dreams and desires
In a fortnight of Spring is
In the lyrics of the bees.
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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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