She stepped down the marble in her blue dress, a faint aqua train trailing after her like ocean mist. She could feel all the eyes of the opposite sex on her as she made her way into the middle of the room, but she raised her chin. She was above them. Above them all.
The elegance she showed was stunning as she walked across the room. Everyone turned to look at her even though she was wearing a pair of jeans, T-shirt and flip flops.
Her poise and grace
left near a trace
of light on sun spotted flowers
and floating in the wind
was her deadliest sin
which was loving from straight within
Lily
She strode into the room, sparkling blue train trailing behind her like a wave of blue mist. The eyes of the opposite sex followed her into the center of the room and she raised her chin. She was above their stares. Above everything else.
Lapulta
She stood there with poise and grace, she radiated more elegance than I had ever seen in my life. A blue dress that sashayed around her ankles and red lips that looked like they carried the kiss of fate. She was the most beautiful and mysterious in every way imaginable.
Lily
Her hands moved like grace. The swing of her hips the elegance of an autumn day. Blowing gently. Flowing down just right. I yearned for that beauty in my life. Not to have. Not to own. But to embrace. To strive for. To never give up on reaching it.
She never wore anything but white or black. A wedding or a funeral, she always thought of those occasions. Was it a happy moment, or a sad one. She didn’t care, those were her colors, the ones she always went to, the colors of elegance, of beauty. She didn’t care about others.
Dragging softly through the grass, like a whisper in the rain. The silk dances and floats in cold air. The rain pours out upon the roof of the gazebo and warm breath murmurs in my ear.
A. G. Russell
She was the epitome of beauty. The world seemed to stop as she walked into the ballroom. Her eyes lit up the room like the sun had just come up. Her smile was able to stop everyone in their tracks. She wore a long, red dress that fit her body perfectly.
She never wore anything but white or black. A wedding or a funeral, she always thought of those occasions, was it a happy moment, or a sad one. She didn’t care, those were her colors she always went to, the colors of elegance, of beauty. She didn’t care about others.
Minna
Heads turned. Feet stopped. Eyes fluttered. Everyone couldn’t feel the air leave their lips as they saw her enter the room. She was like art come to life, contours and curves in a colorful burst that dazzled and charmed everyone in the room. It was as if they had fallen under a spell, and with her bewitching beauty, it’s entirely possible that was indeed what happened.
ELEGANCE alone,
Trash!… but with strength and wisdom
True Magnificence
! Haiku-mann !
very beautiful, marvelous, the princess walked down the stairs while parading her beautiful gown and crown. Teacups are in peoples hands, being sipped so slowly while the chandeliers glistened
Stefan
In all my years of life, I seem to finally be able to quantify the definition of elegance. Elegance is simple grace, grace in living. Something not every human being simple possess, but something that is trusted upon them via learning at some unbeknownst age.
Carlito Wynter
Your elegance consumes me
Your words–they drip with pleasure
Pleasure for you
Poison for me
Your elegance will be my downfall
Your words they poison me
Her posture in the dress gave her an air of elegance, but it was the thought deep in his mind telling him that she was not that made his stomach flutter more than anything. He loved her, knew her and cared for her. Prom was just a rite of passage and he couldn’t wait to experience another one with her.
Natalie
the cat strolled in through the doorway. her royal purple collar flimsing around. her bell ringing on her collar. she sat down and stared at the dog with disgust. she turned to look outside the window. the dog looked at her, and instantly fell in love. the dog walked over, to try to say hello. the cat screamed, and jumped off the window sill and scurried back to her person.
Keegan
Wow. All you see is the dress. She walks down the street like she owns the place, her white silky dress fluttering in the slight breeze. Stunning. Elegant. Just wow. She struts through the street, attracting lots of attention. They can’t help but notice her. I can’t help but notice her. Wow.
Anon W.
I disliked his style of programming.
There was no /elegance/ to it; I would look over the code he was collaborating, and sure, he would fix the issues that I had described. But he would do it in a way that wasn’t clever, that wasn’t tidy, that I just couldn’t let remain in the final product.
And then I would see *him* peering at me in distaste as I rewrote every line of what he had done in my own finicky way – ‘why can’t you just let it be?’ I imagined him thinking. But he only thought that because he was such an idiot.
“You know,” he spoke up, “we have a deadline.”
“Yes,” I said, “and when it rolls around, I am *not* going to hand in a piece of kludged garbage.”
“If you keep this up, we might not have anything to hand in at all.”
When she puts in her grandmother’s earrings for the first time and looks up at herself in the mirror, it’s so empowering that she has to look away again in case she cries and smudges her mascara. It’s been a long time coming, trying to look this way – but at long last, she finally resembles herself.
Draped over the mountains the snow fell like the knitted shawls of dainty ladies bracing against the cold. The sun glittered in the trees and on the lake like a polished mirror.
Whitney Prince
It hurt to breathe. She discreetly stole quick bits of air as her gut strained against the straight jacket she’d wrapped around it. “Care for a dance?” a rather handsome man asked. She regretfully declined. Her heels were too high and murder on her poor arches. But she looked good.
Her sweet grace flowed down the staircase as smooth as water on marble. She was breathtaking in her radiance and I was humbled and nervous to know she was mine, at least for tonight…
There was a subtle shade of elegance to Maxi’s attire, from the ruby brooch below her ascot to the wine-hued suit jacket. She did not drink any wine, instead resolving to focus on the small hard liquor table instead. I watched as she poured herself yet another glass of gin, the smell of juniper masking any other aromas of food or drink nearby.
Belinda Roddie
she moved with such grace and elegance it was hard to believe that she was the bad guy. but maybe that’s how it really was. the more elegant, the more confidence the more evil. but did she really have the confidence for more than stealing powers?
He stifled a gasp as he saw her.
She stood at the entrance of the pavilion, chin up, yet a slight blush on her face.
Her hair was tumbled down onto her shoulders.
Her eyes were shining towards him, the stormy orbs now a light grey.
She wore a elegant sea green dress that matched his tie.
Everyone’s eyes were on her.
Was this actually the same girl that had always worn old tee shirts and jeans?
He smiled, a brilliant smile that was reserved just for her.
But everyone saw.
He took her arm and led her to the middle of the dance floor.
As they slowly danced, everyone watched awestruck.
This was the definition of love.
He stifled a gasp as he saw her.
She stood at the entrance on the pavilion, chin up, yet a slight blush on her face.
Her hair was tumbled down onto her shoulders.
Her eyes were shining towards him, the stormy orbs now a light grey.
She wore a elegant sea green dress that matched his tie.
Everyone’s eyes were on her.
Was this actually the same girl that had always worn old tee shirts and jeans?
He smiled, a brilliant smile that was reserved just for her.
But everyone saw.
He took her arm and led her to the middle of the dance floor.
As they slowly danced, everyone watched awestruck.
This was the definition of love.
The elegance of the world swirled around them, consuming the thoughts of destruction that had chased them from birth. This, they knew, was what it was like to be alive.
There once was a elegant girl, she alsways wore a tie, one day the tie exploded and the girl died. Her ghost bought a tie but it too exploded. Her ghost’s ghost bought a bowtie and survived. Bowties are cool.
David Mues
Everything about vaer oozed elegance, from vaer stride to vaer expression. Vaer suit was beautifully crafted and fit wonderfully. Vae seemed uncomfortable, though. The caterers hurrying around with glasses of champagne on their trays and the murmur of conversations likely wasn’t vaer scene. It was obvious to anyone that gave vaer a second glance that vae just wanted to leave.
I don’t have a thing to write about elegance. I do like to decorate for Christmas with elegance in mind and usually turns out well.
Amber Daughdrill
Rippling waves of satin flowed down from her slim waist in the kind of way that makes you want to slip her hand across her side and around the small of her back, to lead her in a dance.
Katie S
Elegance. So intricately simple. eloquently rolling off the tongue. Elegance. beautifully designed. Structurally flawless.
kerry
Elegantly she walks down the aisle. elegant yet so afraid. For what Is elegance but beauty masking panic. grace masking uncertainty.
kerry
Elegance is a word that starts with an “e” and ends with an “e”. It is one of those weird words you don’t see very often unless you are talking about continents. Then you see them all the time. If you can think of a word that isn’t a continent, name or “elegance” that begins with the same letter it ends with within the next 20 seconds, then well done. You get a cookie!
Runtuk
And her face was gleaming with elegance and everyone was looking at her. And then, she smiled. And the whole world melted.
Anette
The lace on the curtain shimmied as the breeze entered her quiet room. Her thoughts were far away. Even her dog was ignored. She wanted more.
carol epstein
Long hair, satin dress, beautiful eyes that sparkled in the light. She was elegant in every way and I was so envy of everything she had and I terribly lacked. She was funny in all the right ways, smart when it mattered, and sweet when she needed to turn it on. I hated her because she was perfect. I wanted to be perfect.
She walked on toes, pointed in slippers
her footsteps dainty as she made her way to the wall;
she’d stand there, tall and yet shadowy, hidden
taking it in while giving her all;
no one noticed her billowing ballgown
or the way her hair shimmered in the silver moonlight;
for she was merely there as a guest
not as a dancer or showgirl tonight.
She stepped down the marble in her blue dress, a faint aqua train trailing after her like ocean mist. She could feel all the eyes of the opposite sex on her as she made her way into the middle of the room, but she raised her chin. She was above them. Above them all.
The elegance she showed was stunning as she walked across the room. Everyone turned to look at her even though she was wearing a pair of jeans, T-shirt and flip flops.
Her poise and grace
left near a trace
of light on sun spotted flowers
and floating in the wind
was her deadliest sin
which was loving from straight within
She strode into the room, sparkling blue train trailing behind her like a wave of blue mist. The eyes of the opposite sex followed her into the center of the room and she raised her chin. She was above their stares. Above everything else.
She stood there with poise and grace, she radiated more elegance than I had ever seen in my life. A blue dress that sashayed around her ankles and red lips that looked like they carried the kiss of fate. She was the most beautiful and mysterious in every way imaginable.
Her hands moved like grace. The swing of her hips the elegance of an autumn day. Blowing gently. Flowing down just right. I yearned for that beauty in my life. Not to have. Not to own. But to embrace. To strive for. To never give up on reaching it.
She never wore anything but white or black. A wedding or a funeral, she always thought of those occasions. Was it a happy moment, or a sad one. She didn’t care, those were her colors, the ones she always went to, the colors of elegance, of beauty. She didn’t care about others.
Dragging softly through the grass, like a whisper in the rain. The silk dances and floats in cold air. The rain pours out upon the roof of the gazebo and warm breath murmurs in my ear.
She was the epitome of beauty. The world seemed to stop as she walked into the ballroom. Her eyes lit up the room like the sun had just come up. Her smile was able to stop everyone in their tracks. She wore a long, red dress that fit her body perfectly.
She never wore anything but white or black. A wedding or a funeral, she always thought of those occasions, was it a happy moment, or a sad one. She didn’t care, those were her colors she always went to, the colors of elegance, of beauty. She didn’t care about others.
Heads turned. Feet stopped. Eyes fluttered. Everyone couldn’t feel the air leave their lips as they saw her enter the room. She was like art come to life, contours and curves in a colorful burst that dazzled and charmed everyone in the room. It was as if they had fallen under a spell, and with her bewitching beauty, it’s entirely possible that was indeed what happened.
ELEGANCE alone,
Trash!… but with strength and wisdom
True Magnificence
very beautiful, marvelous, the princess walked down the stairs while parading her beautiful gown and crown. Teacups are in peoples hands, being sipped so slowly while the chandeliers glistened
In all my years of life, I seem to finally be able to quantify the definition of elegance. Elegance is simple grace, grace in living. Something not every human being simple possess, but something that is trusted upon them via learning at some unbeknownst age.
Your elegance consumes me
Your words–they drip with pleasure
Pleasure for you
Poison for me
Your elegance will be my downfall
Your words they poison me
Her posture in the dress gave her an air of elegance, but it was the thought deep in his mind telling him that she was not that made his stomach flutter more than anything. He loved her, knew her and cared for her. Prom was just a rite of passage and he couldn’t wait to experience another one with her.
the cat strolled in through the doorway. her royal purple collar flimsing around. her bell ringing on her collar. she sat down and stared at the dog with disgust. she turned to look outside the window. the dog looked at her, and instantly fell in love. the dog walked over, to try to say hello. the cat screamed, and jumped off the window sill and scurried back to her person.
Wow. All you see is the dress. She walks down the street like she owns the place, her white silky dress fluttering in the slight breeze. Stunning. Elegant. Just wow. She struts through the street, attracting lots of attention. They can’t help but notice her. I can’t help but notice her. Wow.
I disliked his style of programming.
There was no /elegance/ to it; I would look over the code he was collaborating, and sure, he would fix the issues that I had described. But he would do it in a way that wasn’t clever, that wasn’t tidy, that I just couldn’t let remain in the final product.
And then I would see *him* peering at me in distaste as I rewrote every line of what he had done in my own finicky way – ‘why can’t you just let it be?’ I imagined him thinking. But he only thought that because he was such an idiot.
“You know,” he spoke up, “we have a deadline.”
“Yes,” I said, “and when it rolls around, I am *not* going to hand in a piece of kludged garbage.”
“If you keep this up, we might not have anything to hand in at all.”
When she puts in her grandmother’s earrings for the first time and looks up at herself in the mirror, it’s so empowering that she has to look away again in case she cries and smudges her mascara. It’s been a long time coming, trying to look this way – but at long last, she finally resembles herself.
And she is beautiful.
Draped over the mountains the snow fell like the knitted shawls of dainty ladies bracing against the cold. The sun glittered in the trees and on the lake like a polished mirror.
It hurt to breathe. She discreetly stole quick bits of air as her gut strained against the straight jacket she’d wrapped around it. “Care for a dance?” a rather handsome man asked. She regretfully declined. Her heels were too high and murder on her poor arches. But she looked good.
Her sweet grace flowed down the staircase as smooth as water on marble. She was breathtaking in her radiance and I was humbled and nervous to know she was mine, at least for tonight…
There was a subtle shade of elegance to Maxi’s attire, from the ruby brooch below her ascot to the wine-hued suit jacket. She did not drink any wine, instead resolving to focus on the small hard liquor table instead. I watched as she poured herself yet another glass of gin, the smell of juniper masking any other aromas of food or drink nearby.
she moved with such grace and elegance it was hard to believe that she was the bad guy. but maybe that’s how it really was. the more elegant, the more confidence the more evil. but did she really have the confidence for more than stealing powers?
He stifled a gasp as he saw her.
She stood at the entrance of the pavilion, chin up, yet a slight blush on her face.
Her hair was tumbled down onto her shoulders.
Her eyes were shining towards him, the stormy orbs now a light grey.
She wore a elegant sea green dress that matched his tie.
Everyone’s eyes were on her.
Was this actually the same girl that had always worn old tee shirts and jeans?
He smiled, a brilliant smile that was reserved just for her.
But everyone saw.
He took her arm and led her to the middle of the dance floor.
As they slowly danced, everyone watched awestruck.
This was the definition of love.
He stifled a gasp as he saw her.
She stood at the entrance on the pavilion, chin up, yet a slight blush on her face.
Her hair was tumbled down onto her shoulders.
Her eyes were shining towards him, the stormy orbs now a light grey.
She wore a elegant sea green dress that matched his tie.
Everyone’s eyes were on her.
Was this actually the same girl that had always worn old tee shirts and jeans?
He smiled, a brilliant smile that was reserved just for her.
But everyone saw.
He took her arm and led her to the middle of the dance floor.
As they slowly danced, everyone watched awestruck.
This was the definition of love.
The elegance of the world swirled around them, consuming the thoughts of destruction that had chased them from birth. This, they knew, was what it was like to be alive.
There once was a elegant girl, she alsways wore a tie, one day the tie exploded and the girl died. Her ghost bought a tie but it too exploded. Her ghost’s ghost bought a bowtie and survived. Bowties are cool.
Everything about vaer oozed elegance, from vaer stride to vaer expression. Vaer suit was beautifully crafted and fit wonderfully. Vae seemed uncomfortable, though. The caterers hurrying around with glasses of champagne on their trays and the murmur of conversations likely wasn’t vaer scene. It was obvious to anyone that gave vaer a second glance that vae just wanted to leave.
she has elegance.
I don’t have a thing to write about elegance. I do like to decorate for Christmas with elegance in mind and usually turns out well.
Rippling waves of satin flowed down from her slim waist in the kind of way that makes you want to slip her hand across her side and around the small of her back, to lead her in a dance.
Elegance. So intricately simple. eloquently rolling off the tongue. Elegance. beautifully designed. Structurally flawless.
Elegantly she walks down the aisle. elegant yet so afraid. For what Is elegance but beauty masking panic. grace masking uncertainty.
Elegance is a word that starts with an “e” and ends with an “e”. It is one of those weird words you don’t see very often unless you are talking about continents. Then you see them all the time. If you can think of a word that isn’t a continent, name or “elegance” that begins with the same letter it ends with within the next 20 seconds, then well done. You get a cookie!
And her face was gleaming with elegance and everyone was looking at her. And then, she smiled. And the whole world melted.
The lace on the curtain shimmied as the breeze entered her quiet room. Her thoughts were far away. Even her dog was ignored. She wanted more.
Long hair, satin dress, beautiful eyes that sparkled in the light. She was elegant in every way and I was so envy of everything she had and I terribly lacked. She was funny in all the right ways, smart when it mattered, and sweet when she needed to turn it on. I hated her because she was perfect. I wanted to be perfect.
She walked on toes, pointed in slippers
her footsteps dainty as she made her way to the wall;
she’d stand there, tall and yet shadowy, hidden
taking it in while giving her all;
no one noticed her billowing ballgown
or the way her hair shimmered in the silver moonlight;
for she was merely there as a guest
not as a dancer or showgirl tonight.