Women Beautiful Poems | Examples
These Women Beautiful poems are examples of Beautiful poems about Women. These are the best examples of Beautiful Women poems written by international poets.
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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?
XXL women may not be limelight’s bet
But golly, we're blue chips in the market.
Guy buddies say they like plus- figures more,
Because there is punk in us to explore.
Media buzz makes flat models look so grand
It's annoying to think they are in command;
Oprah, Latifah weigh two hundred pounds
Plus- sized kind of beauty walks on awed grounds.
Who needs a lipo; do not get depressed,
At times when nothing fits as you get dressed
Just remember one thing, my natural ones
Tons of men relish our charm and round buns!
2nd Place
Mars, Musk, And Bond Girls
Mars is again in the news, and Musk has been silent
about going to Mars, perhaps he has found
Another planet more suitable to his temperament
We read that four women are going to Mars, mainly
because they have been astronauts and know
a thing or two about the limitless space if one gets
to far out can disappear into a time that does not
exist and are doomed to fly while drinking tea from
a straw, worrying about whether sugar is fattening.
It might be possible to unclog the dust in hidden
river beds on Mars, it might be that the dust is dry water
that, if we have a magic formula, will spring to life
sing like a waterfall in April, create sweet dams
and a landscape unspoiled by the ugly windmills
Should Elon Musk take a renewed interest in
Mars, he has the will to go there, but will he when
As a leader, introduce democracy among the crew
or demand Mars as an authoritarian regime
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
What can the matter be Forbidden is the tree of words of earth giving! But for me the feel the taste the spiritual touch that is given is amorous complete yet all of me know it is forbidden on earths judgmental realms of being to late to see the forest for the trees
My Spirits seems to understand the dilemma forbidden yes the soul is loved.And yes!
Love so protective so sweet so calm my burning souls adoration calls my name in the love song zone heart to heart for my attention in his life realm bleeds the request with tears this should be forbidden. Where love falls forbidden and all knew why! What can the matter be a glowing tree of speech expressions rides high to be oh to be at home with love where peace be but forbidden when love is free so close but so far away my mind never knew this would lead to the Lords request journey of me. So let it be. Soul untimely tree let the Lord's will be done to face the jealousy so cruel as the grave dead works dead words for God's will must be done what a journey now jealousy fires arise of another at least three how can they be claiming me my love my time when am only one women in love!
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Kaleidoscope
A man unsure of how to address women
walked into a tube of colored glasses
and bits of painted paper.
he was brought up as a Presbyterian, were
women were held in high esteem
wore long gloves when going to a ball.
He thought the color in the kaleidoscope
where tartish-like women dressed in red
standing on the pavement near a bar.
Yet he felt drawn to the colorful women
they exited him, unlike the young women
who looked dowdy at the church.
He thought of sin and a moral dilemma
should he pay a woman in a red dress
see what it was all about, the sex thing?
He did and had a hell of a time; he did
time and time again until the day crabs
danced on his eyebrows.
When I meet you.
I found you odd.
You sparked my interest.
With your cute nods.
I tried to leave, but you pulled me back.
Making me feel such a spark.
The spark grows bigger with each passing day.
Sometimes the wind tried to blow it away.
Yet it grew to be as big as it is today.
Meeting you was as lovely as a summer day.
May heaven and earth bless us every day.
leave room in your heart
for even more love
like cracks in old stone
still reaching above
what’s broken can bloom
if you give it the air
what’s heavy can heal
if you’re willing to care
don’t seal every door
don’t stitch every seam
some hands were made
to rebuild your dreams
leave room in your heart
even battered and rough
there’s always more light
if you leave it enough
the women of my lifetime
are women of a lifeline
they teach me kindness from bright minds
the ones who
despite it all
are still planting seeds
in this ugly world
turning fields of greed
into fields of green
and hate into lovely words
and that's sisters, mothers
girlfriends, lovers
the ones who'll
smother us in hugs
when we're down in trenches
plagued by what's above us
the ones who overcome adversity
and still standing with that weight
the women who had to wait
to be seen
cause change in the world
was running late
i want to rise for our women
move with the times for our women
because women are the ones
who lead with their vision
and i pray that i'll listen
every time she speaks
for the universe
was between her lips
[Note : For FINISH MY POEM CONTEST
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Tuesday 15/4/25
1st two verses by Mystic Rose Rose ]
(3rd Placing in Contest)
As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew
anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue
flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true
Two papyrus thin wings of buttercup yellow
she flutters in and out of my garden Heart
it is freedom she brings, cares not for bellow
I crave to join her, finish my art, baking tarts
Her proboscis deliciously delicately long
into a lonely red rose she inserts it so precise
inspiring me to dance to a super Spring song
her wings like my breath dissipates every vice
Oh Butterfly ! Take me with on your fanciful flight
daisy fields, mountain streams to desired Eden
let’s go where no cares air, just serene sights
fairies composing tunes for whispering women !
Beautiful are folk with hearts of gold
Unsightly are those with hearts stone cold
Take some time to learn of someone's worth
You may get major surprise of earth
Women don’t need to be dressed in lace
A man doesn’t need a handsome face
Just to be a compassionate soul
A person who fits the friendship role
Would you befriend me, an aging droll?
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they're there
with their
cinnamon
thick
mane
thick jowl'd
purity
and their
aspirers
the
auburn
full face'd
celts (sleep'n in any country)