Josh Alfred (02/27/89)
Give us pleasure, nature's eyes
All aesthetics fashioned, nude.
From valleys low, mountains high.
From the open, to what secludes,
From the grounds, to the skies
As in mysteries which collude.
May we become apprised
To her many delightful moods.
As all things in beauty do arise
From what the beholder will exclude.
All forms in light and matter devised
In minute pleasures she exudes.
Let no man but lone despise
What of eyes may only allude,
The faintness of beauty's guise;
For in time she is made renewed.
Comments about this poem (Beauty by Josh Alfred )
Top 500 Poems
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Still I Rise
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
William Ernest Henley
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings