~Beauty is her Name~

One of my greatest fears is to leave this Earth and not be remembered...

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~Beauty is her Name~

Her face was mere perfection,
Beauty longed to be her name.
Her hair was as long as the Nile River.
Her eyes as blue as the sea.
The bridge of her nose as magnificent
As the Golden Gate itself.
Her lips were as full as the moon
Her smile alone could blind you.
Her features were so symmetrical
It was as if God Himself
Had hand crafted her from scratch�
Men were marveled by her beauty.
Women secretly envied her flawless silhouette.
Once very lively she now lay still
Eyes closed, mouth stiffly turned up
Her arms crossed over her chest
She lies breathless in her coffin.
A small crowd attends her funeral
The only words spoken were of her beauty.
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..
...
....
......How will you be remembered?

Author's Note

We should want to be judged by the fruit that we bear, not material things, or what we look like...

Reviews

[Andrew Reeves]

Deep sista! I loved the depth of meaning in this piece. The only thing I saw that might hinder this piece, is the fact that it seems a little cliche'ish. Phrases like . . ."long as the Nile River", ". . .as full as the moon" Try switching these up a bit.

Otherwise, fantastic job. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Thanks for the read.

[Robert Luna]

I am scarred, tattered and torn.
I am truly a beautiful being.
Embracing the ugliness I am
and claiming it as all mine

I greet my reflection
with a smile and wave
Because deep down inside
I am as beautiful as I can be

I loved this as it is asking such an important question what will you be remembered for. You should hope and pray that you are remembered for your good deeds and the life you led.

ALways a joy reading your words.

something on the same lines.

BeautifulA Poem by Robert Luna

[Reuben Porter]

It's a sad poem, I really enjoyed reading it, and it really makes one think. I'm adding this one to my favorites.

[Thanh]

great poem!!

[Forest Green]

Arresting beauty sometimes is not seen past the surface level and that is tragic. As soon as real life begans to use beauty then it can become something truly special.

Thank you for your poem and the thoughts behind it.

Daniel