This is another poem, but this is about how vain people can be, and it's about two types of 'beauty' - machinery and buildings and fashion shows and all of that sort of stuff. Personally, I don't think beauty is either of the above things, but its internal and its determined by how nice you are as a person. This is a different style to the poems I usually do and I'm not really a fan but I thought I'd try it out anyway. Please give me feedback! Poem Number 15
Real beauty True beauty Isn't artificial Genuine beauty Actual beauty Isn't products or parades Isn't skyscrapers or smoke Isn't nails or nastiness And certainly isn't perfect. No. It's laughter and love It's natural and nice It's smiles and sincerity And it's completely internal Entirely the work of nature. Eyelashes resembling caterpillars? Nails the length of eagle talons? Glitter galore? No thank you. Construction everywhere I turn? Machines chopping down trees like dominoes? Permeating pollution? No thank you. Real beauty Is beautiful And lies within your heart. Real beauty Is beautiful And is entirely Completely Natural.
