Woman Beautiful Poems | Examples
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Two ways to live, love:
Dwelling on banks of Ganges
Heavenward to move,
Betwixt breasts where heaven is,
Forgetting moral judges.
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Translation (Tanka, Senryu + couplet) | 32.08.2025 | woman, beautiful
Note: Here is a verse (in Anushtubh meter) from Bhartrihari’s Shringaara Shatakam (hundred verses on love and romance). Where and how should one live? The poet offers two alternatives: Either on the bank of Ganges for spiritual pursuits or between two breasts of a beautiful woman in pursuit of passion. The verse creates here fine assonance with two pairs of rhyming words-- paapa-vaarini vaarini and mano-haarini haarini. Here is the transliteration:
Avaasah kriyataam gaange,
paapa-vaarini vaarini |
Stana madhye tarunyaa vaa,
mano-haarini haarini || 67 ||
My cat Princess is wonderful.
That day, she watched Miss Universe on television
Saw the world’s most beautiful woman
You could see it…she thought she was the most beautiful
She donned her most beautiful gown
And that night, at least for me
She became the true Miss Universe
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Educating Rachel
Now, let us try this again to write a document
With one letter marching nicely in front of the other
Like adding instead of using numbers to give the written
words prettiness, even if the theme is about unnatural sex.
The fact is that there is a diesel smell at the bus terminal
At six in the morning, when the cleaning lady starts her
low-paid work has nothing to do with anything, had they
They're going to university, they could sit in fine offices
and go to the hairdresser at nine, a woman who can just
read and write, luckily for the ladies, she skipped school.
The driver of the bus enters farts loudly, and that is ok
But I could have shown some respect. It is odd to think
If all women had higher education and looked up to the blue
sky, who should make my dinner?
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Voluptuous Betty Boop
threw men for a loop
always sassy and flirtatious
delightfully curvaceous
In the heart of the storm she stood still.
not to run, but to gather herself whole.
With each breath of fresh air,
she wove calm into her bones,
and found in the pause
the quiet power to rise again.
Not loudly, not all at once,
but like the tide, steady and sure,
returning to herself with grace.
She rose with shoulders softer,
eyes clearer, spirit anchored
a woman not untouched by the world,
but undefeated by it”
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Creative, intelligent, some would say wise.
Beautiful with a personality twice her size.
She’d never give me a second look,
I’d just as soon sit here and read my book.
Maybe she loves sports, that would be a surprise.
?Black soil 'n' seeds
?Black waters
?Black axe
?Black trees
?All grew the girl into a woman
?
?Black house
?Black home
?Black hue
?Black terrain
?All grew the boy into a man
?
?Black weather
?Black wind
?Black storm
?Black war
?All grew the feeble into a strong one
?
?Black strips black
?Black bruises black
?Black vies against black
?Black beats black black 'n' blue
?All makes the good to snap
?
?Black is beautiful
?Black is not bad
?Black makes for sovereign peace
?Black is mother earth
?Black breeds beautifully brave babies
As I rise,
The moon falls
The wind settles
The lake follows
The sand shimmers
The earth softens
The stars dampen and
The buildings brighten,
A tree houses
A bird swooshes
A flower opens
A fish swims
A weed dances
A squirrel eats and
A duck dips,
A man hurries to work
A woman runs on the boardwalk
A grandfather grabs the paper
A boy hides from me
A girl giggles on the swings
A bell ushers kids away and\
A bike lane grows heavy,
This place,
So full with life
Racks the minutes, hours, days, years,
Peacefully, quietly, beautifully--
Existing with incredible happenings;
Splendors and revelations,
Dark funerals and ‘happy birthdays’,
Joyous jubilations and lonely mornings,
Yellow hellos and red goodbyes,
Tired people and busy minds.
Perpetual, like that grandfather clock in the apartment with the too-thin walls;
As unchanging as the oak tree outside of the tiny bungalow on the corner street by the beach.
And as I set and rise everyday to do the same 24-hour shift,
I do not complain about the similar views, or the boring minutes,
I do not crave the hours in darkness,
I accept the unthanked labor—
I watch.
I listen.
I exist.
Walking to Rome
On my way to Rome, I walked with a group
of Jews who had left Israel because it had
become a racist state
The Jews were a group of young men and
women on their way to Rome to seek an
audience with the Papa to ask him to take
a stance against the orgy of brutality
against the Palestinians
Their goal was the creation of a Palestine
They, as Jews, could be a part of a new future
I listened to their ideology, and they were
Young enough believed in the shared dream
I knew that, should they see the P, he would
be nice to them and speak in a measured
voice, because the Papacy was a political
too, and nothing must upset the balance
I don't know if they got an audience with the pope
But I learned something vital, I had tended
to speak about the Jews in a negative form
and didn't see the difference between Zionism and Jews
As for me, I met a wonderful woman at Travessa
de Santa Maria and had a splendid time
Silky black hair, blue pearls for eyes
Personality larger than a moonlit sky
Smile so bright it lights up the room
Look at her your heart goes boom
Goosebumps and chills,
Dreams filled with thrills
A woman so loving what more to say
To you my sweet friend, HAPPY BIRTHDAY
When nothing makes sense
Let's go to Doctor Lunda, she said
I found a place near the bus terminal that had no buses
A policeman came and said we could not park there
and rules are rules, but he offered to drive to Dr. Lunde
in my car, on the way, he got the gears wrong, and we ended up in a shallow lake
I called a truck, and the policeman said that the owner of
the car
I was responsible; rules are rules; the truck pulled out
Dr. Lunde turned out to be a chiropractor, the policeman
said I had to pay because I was the owner of the car
where he got a bad back
Later, we drove to a furniture dealer and had a cheap
Swedish furniture we had to put together ourselves
but the glue was free of charge
I am not a handyman
A lady came into the shop and said I had to clean
my car since everyone around here is posh
When I had cleaned the car, we walked to a café
that sold Swedish meatballs with mashed potato
but on that day, they had no mash left; meatballs
and mash go together, the woman would not let
us buy anything, the policeman said rules are rules
One Amazing Woman
She walks with grace through storm and flame,
A heart of strength, too wild to tame.
With eyes that see through walls and lies,
And kindness deep as midnight skies.
She lifts the weight no one can bear,
And hides her pain with utmost care.
Yet in her laugh, the sun breaks through—
A warmth the coldest days pursue.
Her voice can soothe, her hands can heal,
She loves with fire, bold and real.
No crown she wears, no throne she needs,
She rules through quiet, fearless deeds.
She dreams, she dares, she stands her ground,
Where others fall, she’s glory-bound.
A soul that dances, fierce and free—
She is the woman I strive to be.
One life, one light, one blazing flame—
Forever proud to speak her name.
she changed
No, she grew
she learned
she earned
she healed
she understood
she chose herself
she set boundaries
she prioritized herself
she stopped explaining
she stopped chasing
she embraced solitude
she honored her truth
she reclaimed her voice
she softened and stayed strong
she loved herself loudly
she became her own home.
"Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim."
— Nora Ephron
After the surgery
I was flat on my back and not
allowed to move, an assistant nurse came to feed me
A stern-looking woman older than the others
soup she fed me; open your mouth wide, she said
I did her, eyes softened, and she became motherly
scolded me gently when spilling soup on the nib
When I didn`t want any more soup, she said I had to
to eat it all
I felt drawn to her as a baby to his mother
it was a beautiful moment; she tucked me in
I fell asleep.
Then it was morning, I was allowed to sit up and
later stood up. looked out the window, a football pitch
the players’ red and yellow shirts, it looked like mating
ritual, the one who scored the most goals
gets the sexiest girl, that`s ok, but I got to be a baby
and remember it.