In 250 words or less (story, poem, paragraph, whatever), describe 'a woman', without using the words: she, her, girl, lady, mother, sister, etc. (you get the idea...LOL)
How can I possibly describe the best thing God ever created? I don't know if there are words that could do it justice... but I will try.
The inner beauty of this creation is surpassed by no other of Gods creations. This wonderful gift God gave the Earth is caring, sweet, compassionate, loving, kind, and understanding. But don't let the softness fool you... this creation is very strong and has the ability to do anything and can be firm, when needed, to get the job done!
This magnificent wonder can even bring new life into the world! This amazing creation can calm cries of sorrow with a little hug and ease pain with a simple kiss. Of all of God's creations... this is by far the best! :o)
The essence of inner and outer beauty radiates through dark brown eyes. They bring you closer to what you remember in the most fondest memories of childhood. The aroma that surrounds those memories seem to leak from pores of the beholder that stares upon you. Eyes, eyes that follow you, protect you, and give you space. They bring you comfort in the darkest of hours. They too bring you gladness at your finest achievements without uttering a word. A mere smile from the beholder of those eyes can elate you, a tear can bring you to your knees, and their laughter will light a room with vibrant warmth. Respect, honor and always love the one with those dark brown eyes.
Blue -green eyes, tearful once, elated next. Their depth unknown because of the pain endured by the one with the blue-green eyes. To long taken by tears, and lonliness. Hurt and anguish shown all too well, too often practiced. Once carefree and shown only laughter, ripped away by the ones who once loved. These blue-green eyes, beautiful yet heartbreaking. Breathtaking and forgettable. Fragile yet holding on are these blue-green eyes.
Wearing the confidence of a lion
The speed of a cheetah,
When emergencies happen,
That always dwells & awaits deep inside,
They come in every color of the rainbow,
Strenght & wisdom,
Is shared by the elephant,
And yet,
To be as gentle as a flower petal,
Grounded to the earth,
But,
Like the universe,
Giving life anew,
To an old world,
The phoenix will arise again,
I see it,
In me & you.
From the softer side of mankind,
is a being whos movement.
Is like music floating accross the softness of the clouds.
The curves and gentel lines, are like liquid flowing from a fagile vase.
The voice is more lovely then the sounds of a meadow lark on a summers eve.
And the eyes are deeper then the deepest sea.
The skin is whiter then the whitest Ivory to blackest Ebony.
And kisses sweeter then honey.
And if you look closely, you can see a heart of gold.
And the ways of this loveing creature are older then time its self.
And stronger then any man who walks gods land.
This is who you are, and who I am....A soft memory in a forgoten land.
Created from Adam's rib, molded to be soft, but reinforced with a strength that remains hidden to the eye. Hips that cradle and give birth, perpetuating the eternal cycle of life. Hands to soothe, to calm, to entice and then to lift unthinkable weight to save another soul. Lips that bestow kisses with passion, tenderness, understanding or forgiveness. Eyes that convey deep emotion with tears of joy or sadness, that sparkle with enthusiasm, or spark with anger. A tongue that consoles, teaches, advises, and cheers. And a heart big enough to love unconditionally. A creature of beauty, wisdom, mystery, and compassion.
A Dove's feather
A pink rose petal
A dolphin in the surf
A fragrance on the wind
A sob in the night.
Evoking the presence
The presence of thee.
Oh sad eyed innocent
Tears shining under moonlight
Unveiling my alabaster breasts
My dew covered loins calling
Yes calling for thee.
When God created this creature
Who gives birth to all mankind
He knew what He was doing
Making one like no other He could find
He gave this creature compassion
And filled it with goodness so pure
Sprinkled with humour and patience
With wisdom and strength to endure
Yes God made this creature
With astounding beauty to behold
On the outer as well as the inner
Whether young or when they grow old
Gentle and loving just like a dove
But with strength within, found from above
Beautiful and proud just like a swan
But still humble, caring for everyone
Filled with so much wisdom, like an owl
And so fair, won't tolerate anything foul
Radiating warmth just like the sun
Yes, the most perfect creation done
With a heart that loves
and a yet does break.
Giving it all,
for all to take.
With arms to hug
and hands that carress,
with a love that is
always above the rest..
With eyes that see
through closed doors
shades of bad and good
and so much more.
Carrying life's burdens
without hesitation
then school starts back
Woohooo Vacation!
A father can be proud about:
Following the fresh button to be sprung as a rose
the brother teasing anyway and everyway he want
Tickling and running, all away a game
Grown together, enjoying their youth
Despair and the evolution,
body changing, in the mind grows a revolution
One day clumsy and overweighed,
next day elegant as a Heron
A long beautiful neck, hairdo as a masterpiece,
wearing a veil and a white long dress
a beautiful bouquet of Orchid's waiting
for the hand in a white satin glow to pick up
This beauty will no longer live the innocence
for this night will become the virgins end
Dreamer dons fey wings of gold,
weaving dreams in shadows borne.
A meloncholy beauty in the classic sense:
Fair haired, rosy innocence.
Blithe free spirit, free of guile,
Beloved and lover-stripped of wiles.
Lips tinged in berry juice,
blue eyes wide,
Baring secrets others hide.
The deep light of sensibility and care;
The scent of a magic sweet fragrance;
Rare in all senses, strong in all situations;
Beautiful in mind and personality;
Pure in feelings, insightful in life,
And a World of wide wisdom.
A single tear slips from the corner of each watery eye. They glide gently over delicate skin, glistening with emotion. Could it be joy that they carry on their descent? Or maybe their purpose is to wash away sorrow. The salty drops of moisture hold their own story that the onlooker may never know, unless the rose-colored lips decide to tell their tale.
Over the years, numerous tears have been shed. The first glimpse of a newborn child brings a fresh flood of tears to drown the earlier shed tears of pain. When a child takes its very first steps, tears of pride dance down rosy cheeks. Tears of internal suffering course down a pale, sullen face at the loss of a loved one. These same eyes have spilt tears of anger in the face of adversity, and tears of gratitude at the kindness of a friend, or stranger.
Who, you might ask, can possibly have the ability to cry in the midst of any situation life has to offer? Who, through tears, can express every emotion, and do so without shame? Who are the ones who possess the eyes that cry?
All you really need to do to discover the answer to these questions is look at the world around you. We are everywhere. We cry for you, and we cry with you. We gave birth to you; we married you; we befriended you; we love you. And we are honored to hold the eyes that cry.