She Walks in Beauty is one of the famous poems written by Lord Byron. The poem is celebrating the grace and beauty of a woman. In this poem, he admires a woman who is not just beautiful apparently, but also possesses a beautiful and pure soul. He compares the woman to a charismatic night filled with stars, blending both dark and light in a perfect harmony.
Poems that celebrate the beauty often focus on the simple aspects of life. Just like the delicate petals of a flower, the calm of a sunset or simply a simple of a loved one. These poems remind us to appreciate the small and simple moments and find its beauty in everyday things. Poets often use beauty as a metaphor for the deeper meanings such as love, truth and inner peace. Enjoy reading these poems and dedicate them to your loved one.
She Walks in Beauty Poem
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow’d to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies. [/quote] [quote] One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair’d the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. [/quote] [quote] And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent! [/quote] [quote] It may indeed be phantasy, when I
Essay to draw from all created things
Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely clings ;
And trace in leaves and flowers that round me lie
Lessons of love and earnest piety.
So let it be ; and if the wide world rings
In mock of this belief, it brings
Nor fear, nor grief, nor vain perplexity [/quote] [quote] So will I build my altar in the fields,
And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be,
And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields
Shall be the incense I will yield to Thee,
Thee only God ! and thou shalt not despise
Even me, the priest of this poor sacrifice [/quote]
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Beautiful Poems
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
To nurse with love and humility
napalm asphyxiated victims
in our stained world
veiling ambition with face of
humanity. Beautiful is the moment
when sunlit world fades away
And with it mind made mirror
While look inward drawn, sight insight led,
and heart shuts out desire to let in
consciousness. [/quote]
[quote] Beautiful is a romance with such abundance
Beautiful are the flowers that roam the earth
Beautiful is awaking to the sound of singing birds
Beautiful is a disguise
Playing hide and seek inside and outside
Beautiful is as naked as the rising sun
Beautiful is delightful and truthful
Beautiful is the golden daylight that shines
And the taste of sweet colored red wine
Beautiful was never ever created by mistake
Beautiful is the ingredient we bake life’s cake
When all or nothing is at stake [/quote]
[quote] They don’t make it
the beautiful die in flame-
suicide pills, rat poison, rope what-
ever…
they rip their arms off,
throw themselves out of windows,
they pull their eyes out of the sockets,
reject love
reject hate
reject, reject.
they don’t make it
the beautiful can’t endure,
they are butterflies
they are doves
they are sparrows,
they don’t make it. [/quote]
[quote] I am beautiful
Not only because of the curve of my hips
Or the shape of my body
Not only because of the fullness of my lips
Or the curl of my eye lashes
I am beautiful because I want to be
I am beautiful because God made me that way
I am beautiful because in my eyes
There is no one more beautiful than me. [/quote]
[quote] Beautiful star with the crimson lips
And flagrant daffodil hair,
Come back, come back, in the shaking ships
O’er the much-overrated sea,
To the hearts that are sick for thee
With a woe worse than mal de mer-
O beautiful stars with the crimson lips
And the flagrant daffodil hair. –
O ship that shakes on the desolate sea,
Neath the flag of the wan White Star,
Thou bringest a brighter star with thee
From the land of the Philistine,
Where Niagara’s reckoned fine
And Tupper is popular-
O ship that shakes on the desolate sea,
Neath the flag of the wan White Star. [/quote]
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Poems about Beauty
A story of beauty, brave and bold.
Eyes that sparkle like stars above,
In her gaze, the warmth of love. [/quote] [quote] She’s a masterpiece of nature’s art,
In every smile, a loving heart.
A face that holds the morning’s light,
In her laugh, the stars take flight. [/quote] [quote] Her presence whispers of ancient tales,
Like a breeze that through time sails.
Elegant, poised, a gentle might,
In her shadow, day turns to night. [/quote] [quote] She moves like a symphony’s sweet sound,
In her grace, lost worlds are found.
Each step, a note in time’s great dance,
In her eyes, endless romance. [/quote] [quote] Ageless as the moonlit sky,
In her gaze, centuries fly.
A beauty not withered by time’s cruel hand,
In her spirit, the ancient lands. [/quote]
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Beauty Inside Poem
In her soul, secrets to keep.
A heart that reflects the purest light,
In her spirit, eternal night. [/quote] [quote] More than a face, a living art,
In her essence, worlds apart.
A presence that no canvas can contain,
In her being, joy and pain. [/quote] [quote] An enigma, wrapped in allure,
In her mystery, thoughts pure.
A puzzle that the heart yearns to solve,
In her depth, the world revolves. [/quote] [quote] Like a poem penned by nature’s hand,
In her essence, the sea and land.
A rhythm of earth, wind, and fire,
In her soul, unspoken desire. [/quote] [quote] Her eyes speak languages untold,
In their depths, stories bold.
Mirrors to a soul so vast,
In her gaze, the future and past. [/quote]
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Beautiful Woman Poem
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul. [/quote] [quote] I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because it’s you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly. [/quote]
[quote] I loved you first: but afterwards your love
Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song
As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.
Which owes the other most? my love was long,
And yours one moment seemed to wax more strong;
I loved and guessed at you, you construed me
And loved me for what might or might not be –
Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong.
For verily love knows not ‘mine’ or ‘thine;’
With separate ‘I’ and ‘thou’ free love has done,
For one is both and both are one in love:
Rich love knows nought of ‘thine that is not mine;’
Both have the strength and both the length thereof,
Both of us, of the love which makes us one. [/quote]
[quote] She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. [/quote]
[quote] i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you [/quote]
Beautiful Poems About Life
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm – [/quote]
[quote] The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued. [/quote]
[quote] And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. [/quote]
[quote] most importantly love
like it’s the only thing you know how
at the end of the day all this
means nothing
this page
where you’re sitting
your degree
your job
the money
nothing even matters
except love and human connection
who you loved
and how deeply you loved them
how you touched the people around you
and how much you gave them. [/quote]
[quote] Take my heart; I’ll give it with ease.
Take my hand and walk this journey with me.
Take these scars and heal them all up.
Take these fears and make them vanish when things get tough.
Take this smile and make it stretch so wide.
Take these arms and hold me oh so tight.
Take these feelings and make them real.
At the end, show me how to feel. [/quote]
