Pretty Poems - Poems about Pretty

What a pretty fairy So beautiful close up A golden ray of sunshine In a little buttercup Dreams of yellow curtains Blowing in the breeze One thing is for certain I could love you with such ease...Read the rest...

swaying gently, with the wind, her mournful dance leaves unconvinced of autumn’s breathless fingers ruffled as shy feathers who tremble by chance risking impulse who silence says still lingers autumn tells news of crackling paths so perfect paved with golds,...Read the rest...

Glints flashing, gloss on dew washed dawns as sun dances in glowing flames soft flow of light like graceful swans autumn mist swells, playing her games as sun dances in glowing flames kindness prepares the voice of grace autumn mist swells,...Read the rest...

• Pretty blue eyes piercing my soul • His arms around my waist • Flustered, I immediately shoot up • And rush home with haste...Read the rest...

I like to give you pretty things I like to much, and that's because You my dear, without a doubt, Are the prettiest dear who ever was My pretty dear should always have Pretty things with which to...Read the rest...

Inspired by the beauty of Nature. I love roses. I hope you enjoy seeing them in real life somewhere and smelling their alluring scent. Pretty in pink By Michelle Morris 08/12/2024 Pretty in pink She is delicate...Read the rest...

pretty Polly practiced planting posies purple primrose, pink petunias, plants protected by prideful, placid, preening peacocks. produce provided by Polly’s plentiful garden pleases Peterson, plant president of Puffin Produce....Read the rest...

A lonely woman, a chance meeting, Nine months later, a baby girl is born. Holding her close, as this was not planned, Peeking under the blanket, feeling forlorn. A tiny face, reddish, with hair all over her body, The mother...Read the rest...

Since high school I’ve been trying to be pretty. New clothes. New friends. New personality . Being less nerdy. Less of who I used to be way back when. But see the problem is, I’m still who I used to be...Read the rest...

Desolate, windswept trees are shivery, when red and purple leaves are falling. Ungathered cherries hang in reverie! Desolate, windswept trees are shivery, engaged in multihued, cool creativity. Goodbye violet birds skyrocket, calling! Desolate, windswept trees are shivery, when red and purple leaves...Read the rest...

Vexation seeps through sighs As the pen finds comfort Sharing the same story Nonsensical pretty boys With smoke cloud habits And bloodshot ponderings Vaunting on their Newsworthy delinquency With incessant metal bar consequences Promulgating in the same...Read the rest...

Here's the nitty-gritty: I don't need a city Or the vote from some committee To tell me that you're pretty That fact is indisputable Wholly irrefutable The truth of it immutable... Bluebird, you are beautiful!!...Read the rest...

My salary isn't pretty My choice, a tuk-tuk, not a Rolls-Royce Neither extended eyelashes nor done nails A God-made light skin, short natural braids My salary isn't pretty When I am riding on the top I'm always prepared when...Read the rest...

Poetry in motion Pretty lady surfing high A sight for sore eyes....Read the rest...

Empty thoughts, smile pretty When can I hangout with my friends next?! What time is practice today!? Which friends should I sit with at lunch today?! Where should I go for dinner tonight?? Why am I so distracted today? Why are...Read the rest...