poetry about beauty (Remove filter)
Wild Flowers
In the blue-green meadow
of my silent soul,
scorpion grass -
dormant for decades,
now grows wild and free,
sustaining me,
spreading love
for the aching world
to behold its beauty.
Monday 25th February 2019 3:27 am
The Self
“You’re beautiful!”
I’m sorry what?
“I said, you’re beautiful”
Why are you lying?
“You have amazing hair!”
It’s really not
“But it’s so curly.”
It tangles, it snares
I wish it straight.
“You’re beautiful!”
I’m sorry, I’m not
“But you are!”
Why do you lie?
“Your skin is flawless.”
It’s make-up
“I’m sure you don’t need it.”
You can’t se...
Sunday 5th November 2017 5:14 am
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