Hi, freewriters
Long time no poetry, I've been busy with school and a lot of things coming up at once that I low-key forgot that I love to write, this poem is about the kind of woman who I find beautiful, it's one of praise,to tell off her beauty and show off her might too
This is an ode to the most beautiful girl I have ever met.
It's the quiet kind of beauty,
One without many words,
The kind that induces silence,
The one that doesn't kick up a fuss,
And poets will adore her,
And they will sing her praise,
Worth more than a shooting star,
If only she would grace
them with her presence,
She's the artist perfect muse,
Her beauty stretch across the seven
seas to the little drop of dews,
The songwriter is at loss
because words are not enough
to tell of her beauty,
The men long for a taste but know she can't be tainted,
And the ladies pray if they could be repainted,
To look just like her, just like a shooting star,
In the darkest of nights her beauty shines through,
So much that her light overwhelms the dark,
What she possess is beyond compare.
Her crystal eyes,
Pure and clear,
That can turn things for her favour,
Her waist,
Which is nothing more than perfection,
That perfect arch, that fill men with desire,
Her long dark hair,
Darker than the sky at night,
Dark, long, silky,
With each sway, she hypnotizes her prey,
Her lips,
Soft and juicy,
Every word that departs from it, is a declaration
and testament, that you are under her spell,
Men swear that within it lies a world no man
has ever dreamt of,
Her voice,
Soft like summer rain, yet so commanding,
Her voice brings men to their knees,
As they beg, to keep her talking,
Her legs,
Long and striking,
As she walks, she commands your attention,
Each step as steady as the last,
Never hesitating, never confused,
All these mixed together creates something
even scientists never dreamt of,
Like a witch, mixing potions to get the perfect spell,
For as she steps out the cauldron,
Her every step makes men tremble,
For she is a god among men.
When you study her mannerism,
You are left in awe,
For she is the perfect blend of grace and flair,
She sit elegantly
Nods in regalty,
And has an air of authority,
One that demands you pay homage,
She sits at tables men sit,
And they dare not behold any illegal thoughts,
Because they know their fate
Is wielded in her hands,
And she's not there merely
as a side piece or puppet because,
On the table is maps and treaties,
As she decides the fate of kingdoms.
Her words are final, her decisions are sure,
And sure she's a beauty but she's not
one you'd conquer
Her eyes is soft and her voice even softer
But do not be deceived,
For she is as sharp as
the sharpest blade,
As strong as an unmovable boulder,
Call the strongest men,
And call the valiant gladiator,
She'll claim their ego,
And wear in proudly on her chest,
And leave them as an empty shell,
Because she eats men like that
In a grand banquet,
So prepare a table,
Arrange the flowers,
Because the most beautiful lady in all the seven kingdoms has graced us with her presence.
It's still Abeegail 💗✨
Thanks for reading 😊🥹
The images are mine