Girl Poems
Tired
by Augusta Davies Webster
No not to-night, dear child; I cannot go;
I'm busy, tired; they knew I should not come;
you do not need me there. Dear, be content,
and take your pleasure; you shall tell me of it.
There, go to don your miracles of gauze,
and come and show yourself a great pink cloud.
So, she has gone with half a discontent;
but it will die before her curls are shaped,
and she'll go forth intent on being pleased,
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Dirge
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Boys and girls that held her dear,
Do your weeping now;
All you loved of her lies here.
Brought to earth the arrogant brow,
And the withering tongue
Chastened; do your weeping now.
Sing whatever songs are sung,
Wind whatever wreath,
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Rose
by Amelia Pond
Long hair blows in soft winds.
Soft skin pierced by sharp thorns.
The beauty of the rose comes at a cost,
Red blood for a red rose.
Home
by Mary Daly
Home is such a little word,
Which covers such a lot,
From the old man in his easy chair,
To the baby in his cot.
It doesn't have to be a place,
Of antiques, gold or splendor,
Just a simple little cottage,
Full of joy, and truth, and candour.
Where from understanding parents,
You learn, the right from wrong.
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Henry
by Robert William Service
Mary and I were twenty-two
When we were wed;
A well-matched pair, right smart to view
The town's folk said.
For twenty years I have been true
To nuptial bed.
But oh alas! The march of time,
Life's wear and tear!
Now I am in my lusty prime
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Her dungeon
by aditya vats
Her ephemeral mundane attention
caress the enraged barbarian.
His fainting heart eclipsing her,
declaring hand of wraith.
Her pale cheeks almost turn
red, yet her eyes melt away,
In delightful memories of his
vicious and dubious hand.
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Venus
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Your breath catches up
Your scent is annoying
If only I wasn't the innocent me I would have crushed your fingers in a worldly
moan
Unfortunately I'm not an angel—instead I'm impressed as the incarnation of
bedbugs
As if I have a passion to transmit the essence of lust
If you're not my lover, I'd better go to mbah shaman to complain or to the sea
it's better
There I found jellyfish, dolphins and their inhabitants
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Laughter Recall
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Playing in sunshine
is a twirling girl and cat
Meows and laughter
Romping away sweet moments
until the day is drowsing
In tall green grasses
pretty kitty's soon sleeping
in shadows of day
The orange sun's retreating
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Rose
by Amelia Pond
Long hair blows in soft winds.
Soft skin pierced by sharp thorns.
The beauty of the rose comes at a cost,
Red blood for a red rose.
Girl in the woods
by Malavika Vinod
I saw a stranger in the woods,
Who sprinted ere me,
With her lucent brown stick,
And behind her, there was a bee.
She was singing a lay,
That pulled every creature,
And I noticed her stick,
The lucent was of magic.
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Franklin Pierce Adams (11 poems about Girl)
F.P.A.] (15 November 1881 – 23 March 1960 / Chicago, Illinois -
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