Beauty Poems
On Mauve Outskirts
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Mauve sun is rising
far across the frothy sea
From mists emerging
at the edge of the blue world
and the pause of dusky night
Destination noon
and blithe before and after
Headed everywhere
In the quiet room of time
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The Garden Wall
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The blue jays are converging, at the top of the garden wall,
Singing their new old songs, in the young days of summer,
And spell-casting sluggish heat, holds all in a dreamy thrall,
Until dazzling golden skies, have darkened to a rich umber.
The blue jays meet there daily, in a big conference of colors,
Warbling their joys and concerns, amongst the hued blooms,
While red butterflies attend other gatherings, at other hours,
In the lemony air of sunny days, redolent in spicy perfumes.
The Charm
by Rupert Brooke
In darkness the loud sea makes moan;
And earth is shaken, and all evils creep
About her ways.
Oh, now to know you sleep!
Out of the whirling blinding moil, alone,
Out of the slow grim fight,
One thought to wing -- to you, asleep,
In some cool room that's open to the night
Lying half-forward, breathing quietly,
One white hand on the white
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The Moon
by William Henry Davies
Thy beauty haunts me heart and soul,
Oh, thou fair Moon, so close and bright;
Thy beauty makes me like the child
That cries aloud to own thy light:
The little child that lifts each arm
To press thee to her bosom warm.
Though there are birds that sing this night
With thy white beams across their throats,
Let my deep silence speak for me
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I Am Woman
by Alfrednett Atkinson
(A heart felt tribute to all women )
I am despair - I am heartache - I am the one that feels the sorrow - I am the comfort that ease the pain.
I am the shelter from the storm- I am the refuge found in a fortress filled with faith, hope and charity - I am peace in a world where there is turmoil - I am trust when others have none - I am love for the unlovable - I am a sanctuary for all. I am Woman.
Iam the one that conceives and protect the young - I am the warmth that covers the babe - I am the milk that nourishes the infant child - I am the sweet taste of the honey from the bee...
I am the birthright of God and Love - Iam the incubator for the immaculate conception - I am the womb that delivered thy forefather Abraham - Iam the breast he laid upon.
I am the burst of existence that unfolds the freshness of the air and the beauty of universe everywhere. I am the product of all four (4) seasons - I am the endless parade of the beauty of nature - I am the splendor that multiply each flower with its unique size, shape, fragrance and radiant color.
I am the essence that beholds more than the apparent eye can see - I am the look at the miracle of birth - I am the cover -up for many tribulations to come- I am a vision beyond the apparent glance - I am deep - I am within. I am Woman.
I am the transformation of rebirth - I am born again - I am the out burst of the soul set free.
I give thanks, praise and honor to God - I toil faithfully for my heavenly reward.
I am a virtuous woman- I hold in my hand the lighted torch - My crown on my head extended high - I am the Goddess of Liberty and Justice - I am royalty paving the way for others to follow - I am "Queen" of the land of freedom and opportunity on the solid rock - I stand. I am Woman.
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The Garden Wall
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The blue jays are converging, at the top of the garden wall,
Singing their new old songs, in the young days of summer,
And spell-casting sluggish heat, holds all in a dreamy thrall,
Until dazzling golden skies, have darkened to a rich umber.
The blue jays meet there daily, in a big conference of colors,
Warbling their joys and concerns, amongst the hued blooms,
While red butterflies attend other gatherings, at other hours,
In the lemony air of sunny days, redolent in spicy perfumes.
On Mauve Outskirts
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Mauve sun is rising
far across the frothy sea
From mists emerging
at the edge of the blue world
and the pause of dusky night
Destination noon
and blithe before and after
Headed everywhere
In the quiet room of time
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Slow Dancers
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
In shadows of blue
clouds slow dance across the skies
Tender sunlight dream
follows mute, chronic drifters
round and round the blooming world
O'er shady forests
desert flowers and green seas
blithe homes and fast cars
Greeting fields of lavender
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Sky Flowers
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
the clouds are shining
backlit and colored by sun
capricious sundown
sunset is blooming
one final push before dark
of purple orange and gold
shadows on the ground
there are flowers in the sky
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Dragonfly Storm
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
In recent years I had grown so forgetful, like noon without memory of night.
I forgot special events and sundry items, like books, my phone, or flashlight.
It was turning into a frightful nuisance, like long shadows chasing after gold,
And I sought to school myself into better habits, before older ones took hold.
My family tried to help aid my memory, with memo pads and daily planners,
Like one who embarks on a rigorous quest, until the mystery yields answers.
I resided in a beautiful, natural setting, near jade woods, a lake and a pond,
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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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