Famous Short Woman Poems. Short Woman Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Woman short poems
See also: Short Member Poems
This moth saw brightness
in a woman's chamber--
burnt to a crisp.
White blossoms of the pear
and a woman in moonlight
reading a letter.
In the thicket's shade
a woman by herself
singing the rice-planting song.
Men say you're fair; and fair ye are, 'tis true;
But, hark! we praise the painter now, not you.
SPEAK, sir, and be wise.
Speak choosing your words, sir, like an old woman over a bushel of apples.
Woman, never judge man by his individual actions;
But upon man as a whole, pass thy decisive decree.
AS father Adam first was fool’d,
(A case that’s still too common,)
Here lies man a woman ruled,
The devil ruled the woman.
Man frames his judgment on reason; but woman on love founds her verdict;
If her judgment loves not, woman already has judged.
“This is at last bone of my bones
And flesh of my flesh.
This one will be called Woman,
Because from man this one was taken.”
CEASE, ye prudes, your envious railing,
Lovely Burns has charms—confess:
True it is, she had one failing,
Had a woman ever less?
THOU dost complain of woman for changing from one to another?
Censure her not: for she seeks one who will constant remain.
"How can I know the best state?"
In the way that thou know'st the best woman;
Namely, my friend, that the world ever is silent of both.
I know a man
who photographed the view he saw
from the window of the room where he made love
and not the face of the woman he loved there.
I AM making a Cartoon of a Woman. She is the People.
She is the Great Dirty Mother.
And Many Children hang on her Apron, crawl at her
Feet, snuggle at her Breasts.
I'm Sure every Word that you say is Absurd;
I Say it's All Gummidge and Twaddle;
You may Argue away till the 19th of May,
But I don't like the Sound of the Moddle!
For largest Woman's Hearth I knew --
'Tis little I can do --
And yet the largest Woman's Heart
Could hold an Arrow -- too --
And so, instructed by my own,
I tenderer, turn Me to.
One grand boulevard with trees
with one grand cafe in sun
with strong black coffee in very small cups.
One not necessarily very beautiful
man or woman who loves you.
One fine day.
Nature rarer uses Yellow
Than another Hue.
Saves she all of that for Sunsets
Prodigal of Blue
Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
Yellow she affords
Only scantly and selectly
Like a Lover's Words.
YELLOW dust on a bumble
Grey lights in a woman's
Red ruins in the changing
I take you and pile high
Death will break her claws
on some I keep.
LIGHT as the linnet on my way I start,
For all my pack I bear a chartered heart.
Forth on the world without a guide or chart,
Content to know, through all man's varying fates,
The eternal woman by the wayside waits.
IN a jeweler’s shop I saw a man beating
out thin sheets of gold. I heard a woman
laugh many years ago.
Under a peach tree I saw petals scattered
.. torn strips of a bride’s dress. I heard
a woman laugh many years ago.
Hinged to forgetfulness
like a door,
she slowly closed out of
and she was the woman I loved,
but too many times she slept like
a mechanical deer in my caresses,
and I ached in the metal silence
of her dreams.
you have gone away from yourself
you walk in a dead way
your loins have lost their sweets
your breasts deny touch
your face exudes cold pain
everything you were
now you are not
the revolution then
has nearly been successful
The Sun retired to a cloud
A Woman's shawl as big --
And then he sulked in mercury
Upon a scarlet log --
The drops on Nature's forehead stood
Home flew the loaded bees --
The South unrolled a purple fan
And handed to the trees.
Man of virtue has need;-into life with boldness he plunges,
Entering with fortune more sure into the hazardous strife;
But to woman one virtue suffices; it is ever shining
Lovingly forth to the heart; so let it shine to the eye!