Her long sweeping hair flows
Flows side to side
As she slides passed,
Her eyes crystal clear
As she looks ahead.
She knows she looks beautiful,
Her figure flowing in and out,
Flowing up and down
As she ignores all around her,
Knowing that all are looking at her.
Knowing that the women are jealous,
Jealous of her astounding looks.
Knowing that the men are panting,
Knowing that they want her,
Want to be with her,
To hold her,
Hold that beautiful body close,
Close so that they can feel her curves.
But that beauty is all a sham,
As when you look into her eyes
You can see,
Can see that in her soul there is evil.
She just wants to hurt people
And lead them to follow her,
Follow her bad ways.
In any person beauty can be seen
But it must be seen by looking into their eyes.
The heart and soul of all can be seen
Not from their outward appearance,
But from the depth of their eyes.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 14th, 2020 01:13
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this after a response I made to Angela's poem 'Keeping up appearances'.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
The windows of the soul. Indeed. I have met this lady. She has many forms. My antennae gave me warning. I admired the beauty from afar and wondered at the faulty antennae of their victims. Or was the price worth the glory.
Great observational writing. Unusual to read negative qualities described in your work. The fact that i, your reader, notice this... says something about your character.
Thank you d a, this came from a poem of Angela's, so many people believe that seeing the beauty of a person from the outside means that they are beautiful inside. You and I know that this is not the case.
If I can remember in my old age I will put up another poem about beauty tomorrow which is a positive one.
Andy
A fine write, and true Gold. Some of the most attractive people outwardly, may turn out to be monsters.
Meanwhile - I was a pretty blue-eyed boy, but I turned up in 1066, and..... you know the rest!
Thanks Orchi.
The skin is a mere wrapping paper that protects the true gift the lies inside. Nice one Andy and I can listen to Pictures all day long - especially the original piano version.
Thanks Michael, so true.
I have Pictures in many forms, I have even written a poem about it.
Andy
GOOD EVENING UNCLE ANDY - ANGELA here. Love the video - very stirring Music and very visual - as it is intended to be !
Pleased my Poem (and your Response) stirred your MUSE. Love the passion & discernment in your excellent Poem. YES Physical Beauty is just Skin Deep and (in my experience) often just Skin Dope ! Brian says he loves me most - when Im divested of my External Glory & when Ive just come out of the Shower (too much information ?). The EYES (as you say) sure are the *Windows of the Soul !*
Blessings & Peace to You & Yours
Love Angela & Brian 💛💛💛💛💛
Thank you Angela, you see the truth in people through their eyes.
Andy
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