Woman Poems
Lament
by Dylan Thomas
When I was a windy boy and a bit
And the black spit of the chapel fold,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,
I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled
Nine-pin down on donkey's common,
And on seesaw sunday nights I wooed
Whoever I would with my wicked eyes,
The whole of the moon I could love and leave
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The Country Of Marriage
by Wendell Berry
I.
I dream of you walking at night along the streams
of the country of my birth, warm blooms and the nightsongs
of birds opening around you as you walk.
You are holding in your body the dark seed of my sleep.
II.
This comes after silence. Was it something I said
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Discrimination
by Adelaide Rhead
Why do you think you're better
If your culture is not the same?
Yes, maybe you seem different
But deep inside all are the same.
Why do they think they're better?
If one is black and one is white,
If one is man and one is woman.
They are the same, that is their right.
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Disabled
by Wilfred Owen
He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,
And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park
Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,
Voices of play and pleasure after day,
Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.
About this time Town used to swing so gay
When glow-lamps budded in the light blue trees,
And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim,-
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The Female Of The Species
by Rudyard Kipling
When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
He shouts to scare the monster who will often turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail,
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
When Nag, the wayside cobra, hears the careless foot of man,
He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can,
But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail -
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
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Abstract Lady
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Abstract mystery lady, on the burgundy museum wall,
Eyes in deep shadows, in her green dress at the ball,
Sitting lost in thought, of what no one will ever know,
As the moonlight mingles with her hair at the window.
Abstract stylish lady, her face a vague blend of colors,
No longer with the crowd, now apart from the others,
In a room of wild, color swirls and vague bright lights,
Both lady and night inscrutable, backlit by moonlight.
Relationship
by Arshia Sheikh
Sometime we take our love forgranted
But believe me, I have always cared.
A small fight is not the end of our relation,
It is pious, it needs some consideration.
One day I am wrong and other day you may be,
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My shadow, my girl
by Arshia Sheikh
You are my shadow, my girl,
For me you are like a string of pearl.
Your twinkling eyes brighten my day,
Your bubbly persona will always stay.
Fond of your love and care,
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Dowry
by Arshia Sheikh
Accept the love of your educated wife,
Money can’t be the solution of your strife.
Being gentle is enough for you,
Respect her emotion by being loyal and true.
If dowry is the condition of your marriage,
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A Lady in Gold, a Lady in Pearls
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
She is sparkling in the sky, so glittery and gold,
She is radiance itself, on a sapphire threshold!
Her gowns change colors, at dawn and at dusk,
With hours in between, very gilded and robust.
The cool mistress of night, calm and composed,
Wears her gleaming pearls and evening clothes.
And in beauty of twilight, she dances with stars,
Lighting up dark night, with help from red Mars.
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William Butler Yeats (88 poems about Woman)
W.B. Yeats] (13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland -
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