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What a mess Beauty has made of Love.

What a mess
Beauty has made
of Love.
Violently castigated,
Love retreats
panicked
into the corner of anxiety
while Beauty delights
in her
wickedly swollen
vanity.
Beauty
mounts her throne
in every heart
and keeps them
ticking
for amusement.
Love
plots
her revenge.

Define beauty…

To me beauty is a raindrop dripping from a rose petal, a newborn baby taking its first breath, the sun dipping into the sea at the end of the day, the look in the eyes of two people who really love each other, that’s beauty.

I never thought anything beautiful could be vain. I know a beautiful person can be vain, but that’s the person not the beauty.

I thought love was meant to be beautiful (painful but also beautiful)

Love doesn’t need to plot revenge, ‘Love conquers all.’(so they say)

Beauty doesn’t make a mess of love people do!
Sorry, just a few thoughts.

Karren B xx

'I do like the poem but i think it should be called 'What a mess people have made of love'

Beauty and Love are as they are in my poem.

I really like this.
Beauty can be a complex thing - many manifestations, and all of them real - however shallow and superficial some may be.
From a personal point of view, as in how this appears to me and what it makes me think... this poem talks to me about how the false side of beauty is an enemy of the true-ness of love. While beauty, when it appears in (what I consider to be) it's honest and therefore generally more appealing form, it is one of love's best friends, when it appears as lacking depth, soiled by vanity - then it is love's downfall. It spoils loves potential, it becomes an ugly form of of ruin.
People end up chasing false rainbows, people become limited, and blindly so, and the potential to recognise something amazing, that has a more deep and fundamentally nourishing meaning, something that is more virtuous, sincere and worthwhile... is lost. Many would say that this simply isn't beauty then, I am not saying that my opinion is correct.

The summer is coming, the temperature is raised, just like the birds and the bees around us... humans in greater masses are 'waking' in certain ways, during spring and summer the numbers are greater, that's all. It is a wonderful thing to see and feel Despite some aspects of our evolution - we are still a part of the tide and the pull of the seasons.

In many cases - beauty (which isn't always only 'serious', which can afford to be light-hearted and still be beautiful in a genuinely wonderful sense), will be put to the test yet again. And in the avalanche of crud that many people willingly drink up (largely from the media and a collective misguided hype), the negative face of beauty becomes highlighted further, once again. People who are consumed by the vain side of beauty, will not really end up very happy, and I guess that this can be viewed as love's revenge. Many people will not even realise nor identify the source of their unhappiness - is that a sneaky blow by love there too?
Many already recognise that love sometimes has a bite the pain of which is equal to the happiness that love's enriching light also casts upon us. Sometimes the bite feels like it has a even heavier lasting effect (what a human error to be, at times more consumed by negativity and long-term affected by it, we do not always seem to remember and feel past overwhelming happiness as strongly as we remember and feel past overwhelming pain. It is a shame, and I am guilty of it too at times). So if viewed from that angle - what would have it's revenge on love? For I think...it is not only beauty that has many faces.

To me, this poem also reaches out into much further fields, and can end up being seen as a metaphor for the state of all things...well, that is how it inspires me to think. These are the thoughts that have been brought to my mind from it, and I have already said enough - so maybe I will just leave it there and not explain my thoughts any further just now.

Thanks Jason

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Some notes from a few PM's I shared with someone regarding this poem:

I mostly just like to humanize an emotion; personify something non-empirical. We can objectify non-empirical things and speak of them in a poetic sense, but I prefer thinking of them with human traits specifically.

I've had reservations on what beauty is, but lately I've noticed it a lot more with people. I think in this world love is the greatest thing that anyone may ever discover, experience, give, etc. I think people are deep down really yearning for something powerful like that, but whether they realize it or not, the popular idea of beauty has veiled that type of vision very heavily. They think that in order to experience that kind of love they must be attractive enough to warrant it. I don't think most people would ever admit that because it's a pretty serious character flaw, and people tend not to admit to those kinds of character flaws; it's a tender and vulnerable area. There's a great pandemic of dissatisfaction throughout our popular culture and most of it has to do with what we have been exposed to with our social ideas of beauty.

As much as I greatly sympathize with people as human beings--creatures of great flaw and imperfections--I do hold them in high esteem. They are the fruit of the earth. I'm not a very religious person, and I'd go so far as to say human beings are more important than God. But with that being said, I give human beings full responsibility when it comes to the things they say, the things they do, etc.

I can sympathize with the notion that a girl growing up in a society such as ours is practically forced-fed popular ideas of beauty to the point where it almost becomes an internalized fear that if she is not the way she has been told to be then she will not be attractive to anybody. And, of course, attraction begets that feeling of being wanted, desired, loved, etc. I really can sympathize with that, because I know it's real, I know it happens, I know how she must feel. It's all about those feelings. That's what makes us human.

But at the same time, she ultimately has a choice. It may not seem like it, but she does. She has a choice. We all have choices. There is ALWAYS a choice. Sometimes it seems so difficult to imagine, even when it feels like there's only ONE way to go, but there's always a choice. And if she winds up altering her body and appearance just so she may experience those feelings of being desired, it was her choice to do so. I will argue that external forces often have a hand in dealing the deck, depending on which game you're in, but it's always going to be up to us on how our cards are played. I make no excuses there.