Yaritza Florencio

(New Rochelle)

What Is Beauty?


Beauty is the weather,
Beauties in the rain,
Beauty is his smile
Beauty is insane.

Beauty needs no explanation
No reason of being there
Beauty is his love for you
He’s the one that’s always there

Beauty is his talent
One of many blessings
His smile is beauty in pure form
At least that’s what in guessing

His beauty is my addiction
His laugh my obsession
His eyes are my kryptonite
He’s the drug I must take without succession

Without him I’m hopeless
Like an alcoholic without drink
There’s nothing I can do without him
He’s my one and only shrink

Beauty is the weather,
Beauties in the rain,
Beauty is his smile
Beauty is insane.

Submitted: Sunday, May 20, 2007
Edited: Monday, February 28, 2011

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (What Is Beauty? by Yaritza Florencio )

Enter the verification code :

Read all 1 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Beautiful Nubian Goddess, Lore Me34
  2. Hind haiku (26-30), S.D. TIWARI
  3. Empathizing With Their Grievances, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  4. Almost timeless, Gert Strydom
  5. #obamanation, A.j. Binash
  6. She broke in to me, Gert Strydom
  7. Fettered Birds By Bijay Kant Dubey, Bijay Kant Dubey
  8. Flash Fiction, Jose Armando Guzman
  9. Age-erasing Strategy .... [PERSONAL GRO.., Bri Edwards
  10. Thoughts, Alfred Barna

Poem of the Day

poet Emily Dickinson

239

"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
The Apple on the Tree—
Provided it do hopeless—hang—
That—"Heaven" is—to Me!

...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

poet John Burroughs

 

Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]