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Woman Couplet Poems | Couplet Poems About Woman

These Woman Couplet poems are examples of Couplet poems about Woman. These are the best examples of Woman Couplet poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Once Upon a Time

This is a story, short, but true
About a woman who had eyes that were black and blue.

 About a man who can eat things ten times his size,
 And a dog who was considered to be amazingly wise

 They lived in a land of shades of four,
 And lived in a cave which had no door

 But that's not the point I want to make
 Because the things I just said are truly fake

  But the story is of a man who juggled his head
 And when he got bored he'd play dead

  He had one friend and his name was Tom
  Tom made a bomb which killed his mom

 He became very dull, empty, and grim
 But moving along, for the story is not of him.

 It's about a woman who had turn green
 Sick from all the beauty she had seen

  Wait! The story is not about her either,
 This story pertains to a boy eating a beaver

 O'boy, I just can’t get this right!
 I think it’s about a girl who lost her arm in a fight.

 Or of a guy who collected decapitated heads,
 Or of a baby who sold bear traps as beds.

 Once upon a time the sun lost its shine,
 Once upon a time we all came from slime

  I better make this story end right now,
 Before I tell the story of the man who birthed a cow.


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Lessons Learned

My grandson asked if back when I was young
I had ever done anything naughty or wrong
I said shut the door put on listening ears
And Ill tell you a tale of rank shivering fear
One night at midnight I sneaked from my bed
To a neigr knocker fastened a thread
Old Mrs. Murphy, ninety and living all alone
That she was a witch was really well known
I pulled the string and the knocker did bang
Then over the garden wall lithely I sprang
When the old woman limped to the door
Finding nobody there she ranted and swore
Again and again I pulled that on the thread
As over and over tears of laughter I shed

Then the moon clouded and all turned dark
A cold hand of fear icily fingered my heart
A voice rasped lowly filling me with dread 
‘I’ve got you now and soon you’ll be dead’
I was then dragged to Mrs. Murphy’s door
Feeling more terrified than ever before
The door was opened I was pushed inside
Nowhere I could run nowhere I could hide
There in the kitchen the old woman sat
Black cloak and hair, black teeth and hat
Our neighbour then sat me down on a chair
The witch held me still with malevolent stare
Pointing long sharp nailed finger I felt the spell
As she spoke of hot flames and rotting in hell

I promised to be good and meant it sincerely
I’ve been good ever since, well almost, nearly


(5th in contest,’Childhood memories’ by Crystal Wilkins)


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Dear Rapunzel

It seems ages since we met over your long, golden hair
an hour glass on the table keeping the meter.

It seems like too many dress up doll days when we played
take me to the river but don’t get our feet wet.

It seems we lost our inner selves painting our faces
painting our nails, singing karaoke at the bars.

Oh, to regain those lost years of our youth, unwrinkled skin
turn back all the pages, like winding gold on a spindle.

Instead we have just leaves, grieves, and grandchildren
with their laser guns, plastic skin and smug attitudes.

They never challenged gamey little midgets with foul intent
they had us to pad them safely with money, love and scent.

Dear Rapunzel, do please let your hair down one more time
and play climb out of the cellar and up the apple tree with me.

Signed Your Dearest Play Mate.


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Hugs That We Once Shared

Hugs that we once shared, lasted just a glimpse in time
If only I could read her mind, and imagine what I'd find

Would I find a woman of truth, or a woman of trust
Or a woman with a mind, whose mind has turned to rust

To drift into another's world, and promise them the earth
Hugs that we once shared, does it really make them worth

They only lasted a glimpse of time, happened they never should
If I could turn back time, your damn right I would


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http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-16.php


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CAN YOU SPEAK -WOMAN-

CAN  YOU  SPEAK  WOMAN?

I can speak French and sometimes Chinese
I can also speak cat with some ease
When he  miaows at me as he goes
I mimic his call and he  knows
When the dog barks I reply
Even the horse and I see eye to eye
But I can’t speak “woman”
It’s beyond the speech power of a man.
I can’t talk for hours about shoes

And discuss the merits of mauves or blues
Or share the humour of how pink bows  
Don’t go with green  pillows
                                                                                                                                 
And go all weepy over Meryl  Streep

Or wax lyrical over some punk-rock creep

Or persuade some guy to discuss flowers

Rather than the size of the nuclear powers  
.. . . . so she  said. . . . so then I said. . . 
And  she whispered. . . . and her face went red. . . .

No it’s impossible to spend hours on the phone
I’d rather sit watching football all alone
It’s futile me trying to pretend
An interest in what gift to send
Or remember birthdays wi th accuracy
Such a task would drive me crazy
God save me from female speech
Let me speak “man”,  I beseech
Just let me sit alone and grunt
Or maybe shoot, fish,  and hunt
And talk to the dog about football facts
Or maybe  to the car while I wax.













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Hide and Seek

Cat and Mouse: hide and seek
This could take an hour or week

No one wants to seem too bold
So we put our love on hold

A peek here and a peek there
Wondering if we really dare

Wondering what the seconds bring
Wondering if the phone will ring

Wondering, wondering:  peek a boo
You’re hiding…. but I SEE you

I see past that great big wall
Your heart’s ready for the fall

I know that you caught the bait
But I sit and wait and wait

I’m patient, got time of day
But oh, what if you get away!

Cat and mouse: hide and seek
Oh, my knees are getting weak

Oh, this heart’s sure to explode
The waiting’s gone to overload

One more second's just too much
No time for cat games and such

Hide and seek…is getting old
Here I am! My love is bold!

Ready? You'll be caught real tight!
Cause boy, your just out of sight!

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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A Dark Fantasy

I’m on a planet with a golden kiss
It shimmers with glory, such bliss!

As I zoom in, it turns into a dark land
Peep in, I’m afraid, I cannot stand!

In darkness, I see a bright glowing tower
Inside, a plethora of so called ‘man’ power

Zoom in; I see ‘beast’ kind disguised as ‘man’ kind
Alas! Not a single kind beast could I find

I hear roars of uncivilized beings
And moans of so-called weaklings

I see a trail of emotional turmoil
Those 7 deadly sins wrapped in a dazzling foil

Gifted to humanity, his power, his grey matter
It separates humans from animals and allows us to shatter

The once created planet with a golden kiss
Will it ever show the signs of holy bliss?


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The Sundress, As A Marital Aid

The Sundress, As A Marital Aid By Rick Rucker Before we begin, I am a “little” weird, In case you have not “heared,” When my Lover wears her mini sundress, Her bare skin, I cannot wait to caress, Her womanly delights, just out of view, My lust for her, she does renew! The enticing expanse of her bare back, The gossamer-thin fabric accents the curves that she does not lack! When she has it on, and we are walking, I am nearly incapable of talking, As any woman will tell you that you ask, No man can begin to multitask! I have on my mind just one thing, An activity that makes me want to sing! Walking behind her, I can see, The sensual goddess in front of me, Of her, I have no favorite part, All of her does over-speed my Heart! As I watch her stroll along, I am reminded of “Pretty Woman,” the song, She makes me so proud that I could shout, Then sing, and dance about! If other men knew what I have waiting, When she and I get home, it is me they would be hating! She has found the secret to a happy life, This woman whom I have asked to be my wife, She can do such things to me, My senses so overloaded, that I can hardly see, We are lucky that what she does cannot be put in a pill, Our country’s production would come to a standstill! Half of our population, would die very soon, The men would take a bunch of the pills, then swoon! Luckily, I do not have to take that pill, I have her next to me to thrill, I give her a red, red Rose, She gives me cause to curl my toes! Removing her sundress is an art, As I do it, exploring each newly-exposed part! It must not be done it too fast, I want this ceremony to last! In fact, in a day, I may remove it from her several times, As this really “rings my chimes!” As I told you, I may be strange, But this part of the day, I would not change! If your lover wears a sexy sundress, She is wearing it for you, I would guess, Tell her you would be happy to help her take it off, If you are lucky, your clothes she may help You doff! If your love life is a little staid, Help her buy a sundress as a marital aid!


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THE WOMAN WHO WOULDN'T LISTEN TO HER HUSBAND

THE WOMAN WHO WOULDN'T LISTEN TO HER HUSBAND

She would not think the way he did
How could one be so very bright 
Give all her passion to a cause
How could she have such skewered sight

He tried maneuver her with love
He tried to shout a bit and then
He thought he’d slap some sense in her
That’s when she left and said AMEN.


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The Irony Of A Woman's Heart

What is this curse when you're ignored 
  in time you care? 
What kind of tempest that might be too much 
  for a man to bear? 

What is the reason; and what is the logic 
  that one gets hurt? 
When he's just showing his true affection 
  to the one he loves. 

When he's expressive that she is cherished 
  and so adored, 
She's not responsive and so implying 
  that she is bored. 

Then he would message to greet her mornings 
  and to wish her well 
She would not answer for a usual reason 
  that she left her cell. 

Would it be too much for her to text back 
  that she is fine? 
Is she afraid that it would surely cost her 
  another dime? 

Doesn't she know that she's just too lucky 
  for being loved? 
Most girls are crying and are still hoping 
  for a sincere lad. 

What if he's fed-up? the insult is too much 
  that he departs? 
Boy, what a pity if you cannot handle 
  the irony of a woman's heart.. 

                   
 Date and Time of Writing 
 November 14, 2011 
 10:03am – 10:34am 


It's a gloomy day and, as usual, manning alone my shop.  Customers are not coming in and I was so bored that I was hoping to hear tones from my cellphone as I was waiting for a reply of the message that I sent the last night yet.  From there I try to relate to myself on how a lover feels when his messages are ignored by the girl he adored and cherished. Oh what a pity…


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