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Poems About Beauty

by Rabbit Stu

This is a series of poems, but the order in which you read them does not matter. They are all poems that talk about beauty in some way or another. Every one of these poems is a bit tongue-in-cheek, but they all have something serious to say.

One of the most wonderful statements about beauty I have ever found is in the Bible, in the book of I Peter. It says:

Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes. Instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight.

Beauty is perishable, while the inner qualities of the heart are unfading and imperishable. In fact, while physical beauty can only fade, the inner beauty of the heart can grow and grow, making a life glow with ever increasing loveliness.

The following is a piece of writing submitted by Rabbit Stu on September 22, 2007

Entranced by Beauty Divine

How lovely thou art, my beloved one,
Pure beauty and grace thine image shows.
Thy features shine like morning's rays;
Like moonbeams and starlight thy visage glows.
In awe and silent rapture, entranced I stand;
No words will tell thy beauty divine.
I weep for those who never know this joy -
Of owning a mirror as lovely as mine.

The following is a piece of writing submitted by Rabbit Stu on September 26, 2007

Ode to a Toad

O! Warted prince, with bulging eyes
Is there a king behind thy cruel disguise?
With noble words, and songs unsung,
Trapped behind amphibian tongue?

And should some maid, grotesque but true,
With love's embrace thy form renew,
Would thou, with love and gentle grace,
Look past the mask that veils her face?

The following is a piece of writing submitted by Rabbit Stu on November 18, 2007
"Ah, finally...it's Sunday! I can post my response to the Thanksgiving Writing Prompt! I've been waiting all week to post this. And if you're wondering what this has to do with Thanksgiving, read the whole poem.

Is this free verse? It's pretty strict in its rhyme scheme, so I don't know if can be classified as "free". But it's what I wrote, anyway!"

Beauty Lies Too Heavy

Beauty lies too heavy upon the frame of those who wear it,
And brings its tragic grief and pain upon the ones who bear it.

In beauty lies deceit of time, with hopeful promise doomed to fail,
And those whose trust is placed therein, soon discover cruel betrayal.
For onward flows time’s rushing stream, blindly drowning beauty’s light,
And leaves its driftwood on the shore, a hollow, dry, decaying blight.

As clanging bells upon a spire, so beauty’s chimes will toll
And often drown amidst their din, true beauty of the soul.
Demanding in its brazen call, it stirs each wandering gaze,
While kindly words and humble hearts will gain no open praise.

And thus I seek no more its charms, its lies and claims untrue,
But offer thanks to God above, for I was born much uglier than you.

The following is a piece of writing submitted by Rabbit Stu on November 19, 2007

Mother Nature's Beauty Pageant

Mother Nature hosted a pageant last week,
With contestants of each size, each shape and physique.
There were birds and bees and sycamore trees,
Elephants, tigers, and my Great Aunt Louise.
But the question foremost on each anxious heart:
“Which creature has beauty that sets it apart?
Is there one that’s more lovely than all of the rest?
One with such beauty we’ll crown it the best?”

At last came the moment for which we were waiting,
That ended all argument, protest and debating.
Which species would win the grand beauty prize?
It wasn’t the humans, to our shock and surprise.
And though you might think it absurdly preposterous
The winner this year was our friend the rhinoceros.
For beauty, they say, is as thick as your skin
And compared to a rhino, yours is quite thin.

The following is a piece of writing submitted by Rabbit Stu on April 24, 2008

Love Sonnet

Draw near and listen well to hear my tale
Of truest love and perfect joy combined -
A love like this is destined ne'er to fail;
My heart with hers shall ever be entwined.
Her eyes are quaint, perplexing to behold -
The left is green, the right like silvered frost.
With eyelids drooped, and crust in every fold,
She stops my heart with eyes so oddly crossed.
Her ears, so large they hang below her knees
Ofttimes she gets them tangled 'twixt her toes,
And other times they flap in morning breeze,
Unless she braids them with her giant nose.
The world shall never know these flaws so vile;
I'll only paint my Mona Lisa's smile.

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