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Girl Elegy Poems | Elegy Poems About Girl

These Girl Elegy poems are examples of Elegy poems about Girl. These are the best examples of Girl Elegy poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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sweet baby girl

Sweeter than a flower special as could be
A little girl softly asleep
Kneeling in prayer singing a tune
Beautiful young one baby girl
See her face glowing
Know that she's going to a better place
Surrounded by angels
Near the pearly gates
Safely in the sacred arms
Looking up at Jesus face
Sweeter than a flower
Special as could be
A little girl softly asleep
Close your eyes right now
See her going
To a better place
Your little baby girl


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a romantic legend

The Romantic Legend  

The lord of the manor near the coast of Algarve,
Behind the manor a forested valley where 
Packs of frightful wolves roamed. 

A day when his youngest daughter who was a bit
Odd-as she took no interest in suitors- went to 
The glade to pick flowers, she met a he wolf.

Not afraid she petted the good animal and his
Eyes she discovered love that asked for nothing 
And had nothing to give but love itself.

The daughter when doing needle work had stung
Herself and there was a drop of blood on her 
Index finger, which the wolf lovingly licked away.  

A miracle happen the girl turned into a sleek,
Wonderful she wolf with silky black and tan fur.
Their union was complete and love rewarded.



The pair found a cave in the deepest forest 
Where they lived happily for many years until
The he wolf was killed by a bigger animal. 


The spell was broken and she was now an old 
woman, alone and scared, where love´s light 
had shone there was fearful darkness.

There was a knock on the manor´s oak door,
An elderly woman claimed she was the daughter
Of the house but, she was not believed.

It was a rainy night and when the door opened
Next morning the servants found a young girl 
With glade flowers in her folded dead hands.

What sorrow, what grief, but she wore a smile
“Vale de lobo” the forest doesn´t exist anymore
 And a paradise of love is lost to a legend.      
 
PS “Lobo” wolf. 


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Little Girl of Mary King's Close

A little girl so coy and sweet Used to wander in the street Her little dress and shawl she’d wear She’d skip and run without a care Her hair about her face would fly As wind blew clouds across the sky The sun would shine above the city Warm upon her face so pretty There with friends she’d sing a song A ring-of-roses all day long Her doll she’d carry everywhere Made by her mam who'd brought her there Where had she gone, where was she now; To give her comfort, to cool her brow? Lying there upon her stretcher Desperate for mam to come and fetch her With pustules oozing, a putrid stink In inky blackness her eyes would blink She waited for the sound of feet Perhaps dry, stale bread for her to eat Shoved below the heavy door On a plate, upon the floor But she’d become too weak to stand To get the food she’d need a hand Fear of illness, fear of death Fear of such a young ones breath Prevented them from coming in Barred her from seeing friend or kin Stuffy and close the room was small No one seemed to care at all Her doll they’d wrenched out of her arms And burned it to avail their qualms No traces of disease would spread Remaining sealed away instead She longed again the world to see, She lay there waiting patiently She thought for her they’d surely come Her father a merry tune would hum Drifting in and out of sleep No more tears of loneliness to weep Nothing but a feeble moan For she was left there all alone Below the new you’ll find a room Timeworn and hidden in the gloom It’s there you’ll feel her presence nigh It’s there she lay abandoned to die When you have to leave and go Quiet footsteps behind you tiptoe She follows you a little way She waits for you to turn and say, “Take my hand and come with me. Into the light… walk, be free.” But solitary and confined she’s made to stay As aeons pass and flit away Forsaken child of the distant past, I pray God frees your soul at last.


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Silent Prayer for her Son

Her words had meant a thousand meanings but still i felt no self healing
for i had hurt her, done her wrong, called her a slave and nothing beyond
she was african but i be white, does that make us different
to see through the eyes of life and feel the nature hell bent

So many days had i been white, to insult the african woman who worked so hard
her skin, dry from the planting seasons, her hair so ratted from the water loss outside
but that same night i had called her worthless and slave she bowed her head
and i as well for it was her last wish, and that made it sacred

"Dear Lord" she said as she began her prayer and her eyes filled with tears
her silent stature, blissed with love and pure confinement, shone though
she was african but i be white, does that make us not afraid to die
to fear the darkness of the night and worship all who makes light no questions no why

"May all who recieve thy lord's love, cry to the bloodshed moon
for if man and woman be forgotten the balance of evil and good
will perish and i have seen this for my eyes turned blind by work
but here i sit with the same girl who did so and wish her no harm"

To stand up felt wrong but as she did so i followed out into the pasture
looking about i noticed the cows this african had milked 'um so many
but she was confident and bent down to the dirt that had one blue rose
i bent also not knowing if what i did was because i felt anything that arose

"And dear lord let her memories have soem of my son's 
let the very feet he walked with be hers for i know they were strong
fast and smart he was but none know of he except me
but this girl right here will now know of his eternity"

And with that silent prayer sent to the heavens, i too began to cry
our shoulders shaked and our heads bobbed as the night engulfed us once more
she be african but i be white, does that make us sisters
yes, for we have both suffered and lost, loved and cherished, stood and cowered, worked till 
death with blisters



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To Whom It Concerns

She is sitting on the end of her bed, her head is in her hands. The tears fall from her face. She thinks to herself what could have i done to deserved this? Her phone rings, its a text message from her. It takes all she has to read it. "I found another girl to love and i hope you can get over me" Is what she reads. The words cut her deeper. She runs to the bathroom grabs the blade. As she is about to cut her writs the door opens, its her mom. She grabs the blade from her hand and throws it. She grabs her little girl and begins to hug her and cries. She asked what has come to this? Her little girl answers and says When hasn't it came to this? -cheyenne Lynn carr


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Christmas wish for momma

Don’t cry my very own little ones

I assure you I’ll be alright

For tonight I’m gone to visit Jesus

For Upon you I shall shine a light

Maybe within the big bright sun

Or maybe the twinkling of a star

But may you find the comfort in light 

Of knowing from you I’m never far.

I’m on the glistening green grass

Within the bright morning dew

I’m in the warm breeze a blowing

Blowing my kisses right to you.

I’m in the soft gentle rain

That falls upon your face

I’m in those pure white blankets of snow

Holding you in my embrace.

I’m in the moon that shines so bright

On your darkest nights

I’m always in that great big blue sky

To show you your guiding light.

 So never feel you are all alone

Or you never have a friend 

Because I’ll always be right beside you

From now and all throughout the end.

I’m everywhere you go

And in everything you do

I’m in your heart and in your soul

For my love will always follows you.

The little girl watched with boundless tears

As her angel slowly faded away

“Merry Christmas Momma,” the little girl said

“I’ll see you on Christmas day.”