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Popular poems about female beauty
External beauty will not hurt us
But betting on her is blithely
After all, age will not preserve that beauty,
And kindness to trisny is impeccable!
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I'm a northerner and fjords
Norwegian is my dream
Where wise, simple, but also proud
The Queen of Beauty lives.
Purple Steel Bays
In the horseshoes of the lake of mountains;
They have a dawn of polar overflows,
Between pines of a white rose a look.
And blue-eyed gazelles,
Whose game is the moose contemplating
Arrange carousels
Where blue merged with gray ...
There the silence is calm
And only proud eagle cry
Caresses the pilgrim's ear
Able to comprehend it ...
* * *
There is one beauty in the world.
Not the beauty of the gods of Hellas,
And not a dream in love
Not heavy mountains
And not seas, not waterfalls,
Not the gaze of female purity.
There is one beauty in the world -
Love, sorrow, renunciation,
And voluntary torment
Christ crucified for us.
* * *
What is she? - Impulse, confusion,
And coldness and delight
And rebuff, and passion
Laughter and tears, hell and god
The heat of midday summer
Hurricane beauty
Frantic poet
A restless dream!
Friendship with her is rapture ...
But save, creator, with her
From love intercourse
And mysterious connections!
Fiery, ambitious;
I vouch that she
Unobtrusive, jealous,
Like a legal wife!
* * *
Flour ages beauties. Get out of trouble
One whose eyelids are transparent and lips are firm.
Be with your beloved tenderness: beauty slips away
On the face leaving traces of suffering.
* * *
You look at the sky -
Stars of the spring thousand!
What youth in brilliant heights ?!
But fiercer than the need for food,
We had a need for beauty.
Beauty was given to us little by little ...
In the evenings when the halt was noisy
The shoemaker of the company, torturing the accordion,
She stubbornly mined it for us.
She was minute and not catchy.
Flashes - and no: in the morning in the distance,
On the hill - a stearin birch,
In the night - the moon, crushed in the river.
And then it happened: autumn, tanks get stuck,
And the child and the cinder - and suddenly she will take
And the pure gaze of the Poznan peasant woman
From under the hand, crafty, will sparkle.
* * *
Beauty enchantment
You are not afraid of us:
Do not wake us like the sun, you
To rebellious vanities
From long life like the moon
Beckoning over the edge of the earth
And with you the soul is full
Sacred silence.
* * *
Loving is becoming beautiful!
Love can heal all wounds
Able to heal, forgive deceptions,
And even those that cannot be forgiven.
Becoming appreciative!
Appreciating parents, friends, good friend,
Minute, hour and day, appreciating each other,
All that is given by God, carefully preserved.
They become beautiful for good reason!
'Cause beauty is so precious to us
We can change our appearance in a day,
But you cannot change the soul - the beauty of the soul is priceless.
* * *
Man is not handsome in appearance
He is handsome in soul.
Not by its success
And his dream.
He is handsome smile
And the joy of the little things.
Not with my grin
And not sophisticated speeches.
The man is beautiful
When the soul is open.
But he is very dangerous
When she is killed.
Many of those
Who is born with a poisonous soul.
And a lot of those
About which they say "rotten".
But still, we are all human
And we all have a different soul.
Someone's shitty
And someone has it beautiful.
* * *
Beauty and youth are not eternal
But imperishable purity of the soul.
You are her holy infinity
Carefully keep what is strength.
Do not measly offenders for stupidity,
Let them go with God on a long journey.
Everyone will be rewarded for misconduct,
Only you do not be the judge of others.
Do not anger the Most High in vain
Do not hold heavy load on heart.
Life is indescribably beautiful
Cherish her every moment!
* * *
Why am I fascinated by her?
Why should part with her?
When I was not spoiled
The gypsy life of mine.
She looks at you so tenderly
She babbles so casually
She was so thinly cheerful
Her eyes are so full of feeling
Evening she with such art
From under the table
She gave me her leg.
* * *
I dreamed again of you, in flowers,
on a noisy stage
Mad as passion, calm as a dream
And I, knocked down, bowed my knees
And he thought: “Happiness is there, I am again submissive!”
But you, Ophelia, looked at Hamlet
Without happiness, without love, the goddess of beauty,
And roses fell on the poor poet,
And the roses poured, his dreams poured ...
You're dead, all in pink shine
With flowers on her chest, flowers on her curls
And I stood in your fragrance
With flowers on his chest, on his head, in his hands ...
* * *
Across the earth, throughout the ages,
generous and simple
all languages around the world
beauty is always clear.
Store Oral Creations
and man-made canvases
unquenchable burning
beauty desired by people.
People forever
she understands
leads a story about a man
thinks anxiously about him
and steadily in life seeks
its beautiful features.
Than a man is stronger and cleaner
the more in the world of beauty.
And in the forty-fifth, in the forty-fifth
she shone on our way
and helped my soldiers
save her from the flame.
For all people, for all centuries
they accomplished their feat
and this feat was born
an example of earthly beauty.
And this beauty is bottomless
and it grows infinitely.
Farewell to the Sistine Madonna!
Have a nice journey!
* * *
Ah, who are you, virgin beauty?
Your mouth, your Lanites
Such a charm covered!
And in whom a wonderful dream
The young woman’s breasts weren’t excited,
When you were steep on a rock
Alone above the abyss of the sea
Like the virgin of Pushkin, stood
Veils under the white haze? ..
And around you with snow clothes
Zephyr would play affably
On the bend of the shoulders, on the neck
Developed curly curls? ..
When b rocked dozing
The feather on the blue hat
And the swan's chest sighed
Virgin love, saint? ..
Then b, in rapture of the heart
Bending your knee before you
In the mute and sweet oblivion
It would have burned down like the fire of the steppe! ..
* * *
Your eyes blue
It smelled like a breeze into my soul:
Your soul is enlightened ...
Here is spring chatter she
Fluttered into the blue.
* * *
I see you, divine distances
Umbrian mountains blue crystal!
Oh! There the gods justified my dream:
Having appeared there, he appeared to the traveler ...
"Are you the daughter of the earth
Or heaven, - heed:
Your me! Your face forever shone to me. ”
“A secret to me and a secret to the world,
I, in my abode of the earth,
Behold, I am coming up on a light broadcast:
Traveler, from now on you will be me!
Who saw my face
He foresighted -
A free world forever before him is different.
"Joyfully in the flower-bearing Gey
I go, not knowing where.
I serve with a smile Adrastea
Favorably virgin-alien.
I wear a ring
And my face is
A short ray of mysterious Yes. "
* * *
“The world will be saved by beauty” - our wisdom sings
And looks at the miracle of creation,
But, not seeing the Creator, blindness does not give
In our hearts open inspiration.
No, not the beauty that shines sometimes
Unconscious poverty of the spirit
What glitters with emptiness and vanity for us
And it’s nice to be caressed by hearing.
Beauty is a radiance of light in the darkness
From falsehood and evil removal.
Beauty is the pain of others falling
This is the gentle power of forgiveness.
Beauty is anger with love to cover,
To save souls dear.
Beauty is God’s heavenly thread
Good conscience good goals.
Beauty is a thirst to give back to another
It is a path through suffering to truth.
Beauty - Jesus Christ grace
She is waiting for everyone who seeks and thirsts.
* * *
Frosty forest.
In formal attire
mummy trees, sculptural trees ...
I admire this beauty
I can’t take my eyes off
but I don’t accept it with my heart.
I love the earth smelling earth
and under your foot
foliage elastic layer.
I love boiling, sighing, rustling, rustling,
a majestic rumble overhead,
lingonberries on the red slopes,
shrubbery with limb grass ...
The labor of ants, and bird housewarming,
and curious squirrels running around ...
Sudden sadness
noisy fun
alternation
a hundred times a day.
I love everything that splashes, flows,
born, changing, growing,
and grow old
and not afraid of death ...
I can not stand lifeless beauties!
When I walk through the January forest
and he is silent
in chamomile sequins all over
I repeat one thing, triumphant:
“But still you will soon come to life!”
The best verses to a beautiful girl about her beauty
Ugly people do not exist!
The soul is ugly ...
Someone decorates the body with themselves,
Someone - will kill with malice without a knife ...
Beauty is like a candy wrapper ...
And perhaps under her deception ...
You’ll expand it, but there’s no edible ...
Or you’ll be drunk from sweetness ...
And the soul of beauty will not fade
And then, over the years,
It will blossom, sparkle, rise ...
It will be a worthy answer.
For the covers of glamorous magazines,
What was taught to be beautiful ...
Although there are a lot of beautiful pictures,
Is it worth it to love candy wrappers?
And there are so many good creatures around
What's in the soul - unearthly beauty ...
Away from the boisterous companies
And in the heart of the happiness of a dream ...
Without a soul, the world will lose itself
Hurriedly changing fashion ...
Ugly people do not exist ...
The soul is ugly ...
* * *
You can be beautiful to madness
Curl eyelashes, color lips.
To consider that everyone loves you, to a half-wit
And that they dare not be rude to you.
You may think that you have no equal
That you deserve the best of the best.
That there is no vain around you
And there are no good around you.
Well, yes, in your opinion, you are the queen in this world,
And your appearance is very good.
Worthy of living in a luxurious apartment
After all, you fucking lady.
Inside you, there is nothing.
You can deny it all.
But I will tell you one thing
Black and black in your soul.
And all poets agree with me.
* * *
He was skinny, shabby,
Ginger.
The dirt of the garbage cans covered him.
He roamed the rusty roofs
And at night he sat in the basements.
He was old
And very weak.
And frosts are sometimes cruel.
His paws froze
Just like legs get cold.
But they never warmed him,
Not caressed and not fed.
Because they did not spare him.
Because he was not loved.
Because the teeth fell out.
Because there are abscesses in my ears ...
.. Why ugly do not like.
Someone should love the ugly.
* * *
Hold me, Birch
Weave the branches in the hair.
A tear flows down my cheek ...
Shelter the Virgin's soul!
Wind whispers forbs
About the vicissitudes of Love,
Multi-headed overflow
Hearing is caressed by nightingales.
Rough Beauty Mill
Heats sincere warmth
Lonely, stately
In the field.
The magnificent crown admires
Gives blessed peace;
It feeds with fresh wisdom.
I stroke the trunk with her hand.
And I caress the Lanites
Into the chipped chalk bark
(As if touching the Heart!)
Life is in full swing.
With All Soul I merge with Her,
I drink Earthly Grace.
It's like being born again ...
Negu Feelings ... can not describe!
* * *
Why all your beauty?
When in the soul you are creatures.
And in your heart is emptiness
There are no feelings, and no morality.
Why all your beauty?
When inside is so callous.
When kindness is forgotten
Persistence is abandoned.
Why all your beauty?
When in the soul you are creatures.
And in your heart is black
And you sold the feelings.
* * *
Oh how I praise you
When are you one thing with us?
You cannot praise your beauty,
You cannot praise yourself.
Then we exist apart
To appreciate the beauty of beauty
And so you could hear
Praise that only you stand.
Separation is hard for us, like an ailment
But at times a lonely path
Happiest dreams give leisure
And allows time to cheat.
Separation of the heart bisects
To praise a friend it was easier for us.
* * *
In the black mirror of the piano
Thin fingers tremble
The sound of music in swarms
Fill the sleepy garden.
That is “Night Serenade”,
Hearts a woeful question ...
Foamy smell of a waterfall
From flowing hair ...
Honey, don't be jealous:
This woman is not you
Here is a completely different marvel:
Just a sense of beauty.
This feeling does not bestow
No dates, no parting,
No midnight kisses
Not woven tender hands.
But then in an unstable world
Gives a sense of beauty
A whisper of stars in the sky
Sun, sea and flowers.
If the feeling is napping,
If hiding away
Our heart does not accept
No miracles of the earth.
And in the field of art -
Do you all remember, friends? -
Without that sixth sense
You just can’t take a step!
* * *
There is no need for external charm
a lone hedgehog
the beauty of my appearance
I keep within myself.
* * *
A beautiful woman is a profession.
And if she’s still not arranged,
she is condemned and every version
has its unconditional supporters.
From childhood she’s not fables
to remain alone and, therefore, powerless,
much worse, much more dangerous
than if it was not considered beautiful.
Let past novels flip through plenty
let ugly women rave about visiting princes.
And in the rare profession of a fabulous woman
There are skills, secrets, and strict principles.
She walks silently along the quivering street,
sitting on a throne with sworn friends.
Have to live - shot daily
hints, rumors, sighs, glances.
To friends, she smiles cheerfully.
Girlfriends will answer and immediately offended ...
A beautiful woman is a profession
And everything else is pure amateurism!
* * *
I'm not a model at all,
But I will not bathe about it.
My son told me with tenderness
What mummy is his BEAUTY!
* * *
Somehow Rosa Asked –You are Beautiful,
Stan Khorosh
But why in Spikes Clad,
The path to you is hard to find
That in response –– the Way to the Power –– Bitterness,
Who is dear to us – That Prigog
Kohl Krasa Available to All,
Its price is just penny ...
* * *
To be very beautiful
You just have to be happy.
Love everyone, do not lose heart.
Face weed wash.
You can also milk
Freshly squeezed.
In the morning, ice with parsley,
To be a funny laughter.
With optimism into the distance to look,
Myself is not too sorry.
Do not lie in bed during the day,
You have to do sports.
I will tell you a secret:
There are no ugly women!
Just a little work
And you will see for yourself.
* * *
About women - mistresses of love ...
The heiress who tasted the forbidden fruit ...
You have become a decoration of the Earth ...
You, as LOVE, are desired and immortal ...
Eyes like a whirlpool ... Lips are petals ...
The freshest roses that are covered with dew ...
The facial features are elegant and subtle ...
You are a cup to the end that you are not drunk ...
That gravity ... nothing ...
In comparison with yours, miserable wretchedness ...
For the Almighty all is given to you for love ...
Excitement, attraction and tenderness are untouched ...
Oh how much love and beauty are in you ...
Oh how much desire and power are in you ...
A bashful intact inside ...
And the feminine beginning of passionate passion ...
* * *
In nature, she’s not in favorites,
Not a masterpiece of a brilliant creator.
Just a girl with a thin face.
Incomprehensible eye color.
Two pigtails like mouse ponytails
And thin knees sticking up.
Lying shoulders like shaky bridges
To the fragile neck under the collar.
Nature stinted on the bright,
A simple stylus cost here.
At birth came without gifts.
Only brought a soul with her
Settling her in a nondescript body -
Let her get at least something
Though a tiny bit of happiness
Let it be a little warmer.
And in the eyes of the light arose.
Flaring up over the years,
Turned into the beauty of nature
In the colorfulness of the calling lights
Nature smiled slyly,
She marveled that in such a little body
The beauty has blossomed so
From the soul revived a flower garden!
* * *
Not every one of us is given to be beautiful.
Forgiving become beautiful.
Forgiving soul shines like a diamond
By their purity around illuminating everything.
Love becomes beautiful
Love can heal all wounds.
Able to heal, forgive deceptions,
And even those that cannot be forgiven.
Becoming appreciative.
Appreciating parents, friends, good friend,
Minute, hour and day, appreciating each other,
All that is given by God with care.
It’s not for nothing that they become beautiful
After all, beauty is so precious to us.
We can change our appearance in a day.
But you can’t change your soul. The beauty of the soul is priceless ...
* * *
There is no need for external charm
a lone hedgehog
the beauty of my appearance
I keep within myself.
Interesting beautiful poems to a girl about her beauty
Bright, always with a smile -
A ray of happiness in a shaky world!
You skillfully inspire
And of course you know yourself
What you can be magical:
Sensitive, kind and gentle.
I admire you
Though sometimes surprised -
Why so much light ?!
Maybe the angel is just that? ..
* * *
I dreamily look at your profile.
What clarity, correctness of all lines,
What tells me: this is not a mirage.
Cellini should have captured you
Ile Pushkin inspired to describe
In the famous poem, however, what am I?
I’ll try to recreate your image in my soul,
Hoping this to calm the heart.
* * *
At such a wonderful moment
When we are finally alone
Let me tell you a compliment
And it will become a little warmer in my soul.
I had no idea how enchanting you are
Brilliant, unearthly, inspiring,
Determined, reverently exciting,
Its stunning beauty.
* * *
Your image is filled with charm
You are a dream woman, there is no secret.
From you come in frenzied ecstasy
Neighbor, employee ... oh, the poet's dream!
You are magic, you are a fairy tale in reality
A melody floats from you around the world.
We cannot imagine spring without you,
And there is no autumn or summer without you.
* * *
You conquer the heart with beauty
I want you to always be with me!
I'm so warm and noticeable this day
I want to give compliments all the time!
Surely there is no finer person in the world
Better, kinder, brighter, more passionate!
May happiness find you soon
After all, for love you were born!
* * *
You are beautiful, like a muse, inspiration,
Like Aphrodite, you are incomparable!
You are many eyes dumb pleasure
At your feet are flowers alone!
So let this life not break you
After all, there are few excellent people in the world!
And let no one bring you to trouble
Except good, there’s no matter what matters!
* * *
When you're near, your heart skips a beat
From the magic of your alluring beauty
She takes mercilessly into her captivity
Giving frank dreams!
You are beautiful as a princess!
Posture is proud and warm, tender look,
And your speech like music is melodious
And your spell is like a mollusk!
* * *
Without exaggeration, without a drop of doubt,
Without a trace, I say bluntly:
You are breathtaking
Premila, seductive
Clever, charming
All true, I'm not lying.
Kind, honest
Tastes you umm ... delicious,
Sorry for the details,
But I know it is.
You smile sweetly to me
Don't say no to yes
Open like a spring flower -
I will consider everything an honor.
* * *
Oh, the ray of sun that entered the room
Oh, good angel, angel in the flesh.
Are sinners worthy of your decision here
Are they just around to go somewhere?
Oh woman, the wisest of the wise
Oh girl innocent soul
You conquer in all ages of the insane
Men who love you without breathing.
* * *
I like your eyes
And there are no more beautiful hands in the world!
I'm afraid of your beauty
There is no danger in the world of beauty!
I love your streams
I love the playful sparkle in the sun!
And the beauty of your rays
Let them shine in different windows!
May this humble compliment
You will be uplifted!
There are no such words in the world,
To express all admiration!
* * *
What could be more beautiful
Than your tender look is the clearest.
You are like a flower, heavenly creation
You are the muse that gives me inspiration.
You are so beautiful and your features
As an example of girlish beauty.
You are full of warmth
You are exclusive - you are so alone.
* * *
She is so blind
That I lose my mind
She wakes up
From life gray and deaf.
She is the subject of wonderful beauty
Its most important detail.
The manipulator is wordless!
She is not sorry for broken hearts!
What a terrible mistake -
Intentionally hide her!
Must she, your smile
Our world is wonderful to illuminate!
* * *
Tender, like a dewdrop in the sun
And touching, like a tear of happiness,
And fragile, like one snowflake
Sudden, like a summer thunderstorm!
Your eyes are beautiful and bottomless
So you want to drown in them right away!
Full of love, like Madonna’s
They promise a wonderful, interesting way!
* * *
I want to compliment you
It was always an important moment!
More beautiful than you in the world,
I am sure nature had a secret!
Your sun dims from your beauty
Envy, do not shine because in the window!
Miley smiles did not see the whole world,
You will have an answer to everything!
How cute and playful you laugh
You see, such a thing on the whole Earth!
You decorate the whole planet with yourself
I say thank you for that!
* * *
Diamonds, malachites, turquoise -
Nothing in comparison, whatever you say
When your beautiful eyes burn
In the sun or in the moonlight.
They are a dream and a dream for a poet,
They are bottomless lakes for the soul.
Your eyes are happy comets
Burn also your look is not a carcass.
* * *
Why when everyone sees
What a pretty redhead
They strive to offend her,
Everyone says: Shameless?
The sun noted
The girl is so bright
To the planet
It was getting hot.
Red color brings joy
And it’s getting warmer in my soul
He will resemble honey sweetness,
And it will warm you with good.
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