Best Chica Poems


Chica De Los Suenos

Dream girl
dream of life

In this deep pale night
I open to you my soul

I wish to share 
this mystery called love

Imagine a love
alive and radiant

Larger than life
an endless blue sky

Blessed would be
the earth, the sun
the air we breathe

All of this
just because you are alive

All the wounds
of past loves

would disappear
into setting sun

We would go
much further
into this pale night

Where the sighs
of lovers echoes
reverberating around us

You the nocturnal flower
standing in the shadows

I would open sweetly
my life to you....

My Love For a Hispanic Girl---Spanish Version

Una chica hispana la fuerza y belleza tan sabios y fuertes, creo que estoy enamorado de ella. Ella representa al sol que brilla toda la habitación y mi mundo por día. Por la noche, ella es la luna que sube por la noche, y mi buena estrella.La belleza de todas las niñas hispanos están floreciendo como un lote de rojo, amarillo, blanco y rosas rosadas. Cuando miro a los ojos de una hermosa chica hispana, que brillan como un par de caras diamantes por valor de 1 millones de dólares. Cuando veo la cara, es como mirar un ángel

Hispanic Girl's Love Poem---Spanish Version

Amar a una hermosa chica hispana será el gran momento de mi vida. Parece que todos los hispanos las niñas son hermosos ángeles. No sólo es esta chica hispana es tan bello como el resto de las niñas hispanas, ella es muy lindo, demasiado. Cuando vi esta hermosa chica hispana, tuve las mariposas en mi estómago. Pero cuando esta atractiva Hispanic ángel había entrado en mi vida , he tenido un instinto acerca de este momento. Esta chica hispana es el sol que brilla sol, la luna que aparece por la noche, y mi buena estrella.


Dear Block Poet

Dear blockpoet 
      I think you got me confused with someone that cares,   It's lovely how you enjoy accusing anyone who is not in your corner. I hope the cow suit helps your self esteem. I did not deserve the harassing letters, you and your lady friend sent. I speak to whomever I want on this site.   No one voices me, but my mother you are a dirty casino, with no payout at all.   I will not let you bully me the same way you do others. Thank you for sending your patheticness through the mail. I'm a young adult, and still found myself violated by you.
You are very disgusting, I'm not as naive as you think I am. 
Mr. You messed with the wrong 18 year old.  Next time you want to bully little girls, think twice.  I have a father, a mother. I sent the threatening soupmail to the superiors of this site.   Nothing I said to anyone on your blog was offensive. Does it help blocking the poets who stood up for others. I left a good comment, about the woman you constantly enjoy bullying. 

  To answer your question.  Your blog was highly recommended. I never did a thing to you, I hope you feel better and sleep well at night knowing you just bullied this 18 year old. 

Belly
100% Chica pride
© Belly Bell  Create an image from this poem.

The Insignificance of Man

Blunt deadly weapons of mass destruction
electrify, fracture, and
jeopardize *****Sapiens
species (and entire biosphere)
continuity rent asunder

doomsday declared (nuclear winter
gallows humor spelt
with eternal snow day)
dystopian authors outflanked
nuclear fallout wreaks worst

rocky horror picture
effected upon mankind
global (worldwide)
big screen radioactive
wee willy weber webbing

materiel severely seared
sepsis poisons deoxyribo
nucleic acid future generations
organic fiber cursed
simultaneous single simulcast

broadcast airs live after Royal Wedding
audience participation demanded
bumping ugly fleshless
formed fruitless fatal fumes
anomalies all – blinded

beastial begotten bemoan
brethren brood 
brutal burnt offerings
crackling, snapping,
and popping surreal muck

shapeless liquified populace
sloshing helter skelter
quests slither towards
aimless destination
bone a fied skeleton crews cruise

crying cretins creep cavalierly
crepuscular cratered city
cruel mushroom clouds
cloaked croaking cellophane charred
cancerous clumps career,
clomp continuously
chaos charts choking climate
cold comfort commanded collusion
commander in chief concurred

crumpled coveted constitution credo
crass conceit communicated
cooly came clean concerning
consensual coital cavort
crazy cream craving characterized

condoned combined crunching
crotch crab free **** -
condom free crux
contractual commingling
cashiered coverup

chic chica chick 
cigerette chewing 
clutched cocked club
choked chicken concluded
das capitol business

before he returned
to regularly broadcast program
the sea son finale
last chapter of human race

no winners, nor survivors
bleak contaminated Earth gasping
heaving jackknifed lost in vape
nonpareil planet reduced to vapor!

Burnt Sugar

Jose does the work that the homeless wouldn’t
Yet they blame him for stealing their opportunities
When they wouldn’t even dream of taking opportunities
When they had millions of chances to

Pancho dreams Big
Bigger than the Rich White Boys with Everything
Because the White Boy already has what Pancho wants
And doesn’t realize how good it is until Pancho has it

Fickle, fickle Man
These people expect us to Work Hard so they can Play Easy
But once we rise up, it’s snapped shut, treasures, equality
They end up taking it all away just to complain about how bad they have it

Why is it that I’m working a crappy job for minimum wage
But Sally gets an internship right away, same grades, same teachers, 
Except I go to a minority dominated intercity school while she lives in the Foothills
But Sally has Pretty Blue Eyes and Long Blonde Hair, "All American Beauty"

Look at my skin, THIS is Beautiful, to me
Golden Yellow Brown Caramel
They call it Burnt Sugar, but I call it Perfect

Asiática Vietnamita Chicana Chica Fresa Señorita
                                                                            Multi-racial Mutt and I don't give a Damn

Dark hair, dark eyes, the darkest kind of electric fury
I’m American too, Damnit
Do you have the audacity to say that color makes a difference?
Discriminate me again, I dare
You! come on, come ON

Keep on pretending like your giving me a chance with Affirmative Action

Well Affirm this

I don't want your pity, or redemption
I want EQUALITY, once and for all
Not a cheap imiation of it

What the Hell are you Afraid of?!
Discriminate against me again
And I’ll show you what being American is all about

Come On, DAMNIT!
I'll bring it  H A R D, with everything I have
                                                                      I want to show racist America what I got


Innocent Bliss

Gummy bears!
Lollipops!
How yummy…

Can’t stop, won’t drop,
Eyes pop…

Candy shoppe!
We must go,
Me and Joe…

Chica -- Chico,
Best buds


Let’s divvy
Up this grub,
One for each…

Yum, yum
Tasty dum-dums…

Come on chum,
You want some
Bubble gum?

Have some Dante ~
Okay…

We are all done
Now, let’s run and
Have some fun



The Yenga is a nine-verse poem with no set rhyme scheme or meter, and is not syllabic. 
However, its theme must 'capture the innocence of childhood'. It can be written as a solo or 
with partners. The verse structure is as follows.... 3-3-3, 2-2-2, 3-3-3. 
These numbers refer to lines in each verse.. Not syllables.

Premium Member La chica de Ipanema



            Oceanic moonlight, glows on her soft hands.

             Her heavenly torso so at rest on cool sands.

             Penning romantic poetry to touch you in any land!

                                        2/19/2025




                  Title: Translation in Enblish
                  “The Girl from Ipanenma”

Sing Me a Song

FOR ALMA...."Sing Me a Song" 

This life I live, most divine, yet struggle abounds weighed down by time. 
An Angel is sent, she sings me a song, and may do a pass thru, or find 
she belongs.

Lighting my fire, sparking desire, we dance in the moonlight, 
rising higher and higher.

 She has that look, "Come hither my Man", then takes me slowly, 
to the promised  land.

Tick- Tock stops when I see her faint trace, into my arms, 
a warm embrace.

 I can't imagine a better place,  just take a  look at my smiling face.
One Comes Along, she sings me a song,
her shimmy her shine, I can't go wrong. 

Stay baby, stay, Sing Me a Song....

By: Tom C. 6/15 .........:-) DEDICATED TO ALMA, MY LIL CHICA. YOU ENRICH ME...

Cart Blanche Aldi Time - Part Ii

entered said market seconds later, 
   and dye motioned (to her) as she sigh 
lent lee reached same idle sturdy cart, 
   which ordinarily requires a quarter to pry 
loose from a train of chained property. 

   I unthinkingly, reflexively, and blithely my
deferred politesse she took possession of cart. 
   Within instantaneous affirmation je
nais sais quais consent given for her 
   to load groceries in sought after cart, this guy 
noir got fast impression immediately formed, 
   whereby visually this chic chica to die
for spurred enticement as very pleasing 
   Halloween eye candy, hence desirable allie

madamoiselle in question totally tubularly 
   unaware of lovelorn spate. Minutes before 
tardy reaction (and perfect comeback 
   ex post facto) momentarily preoccupied chore
viz reviewing mental check list, my intent 
   to act with courage and acknowledge a door
quick to close.  Her (unbeknownst) 
   attractiveness to me. Upon inadvertently 
   froze me like Eeyore

What do you call it

what do you call it
when a chica’s dreams melt faster
than the piragua man’s ice
on a July Harlem block?
when sweetness drips down brown fingers,
but the city never tastes it right?
what do you call it
when they call you spicy —
like it’s a compliment or a curse —
when you’re just tryna argue your piece
on the tenement stoop
where your mami’s voice still echoes
out the third-floor window?
what do you call it
when the block party DJ drops salsa
into hip-hop and the boys battle
for bragging rights and your heart,
but you know better —
you know your name is more
than chica, more than spice,
more than a rumor shouted
through the summer fire hydrant spray?
what do you call it —
this Nuyorican pulse
that hums in the cracks
of Harlem sidewalks,
beats its drum in your ribs,
and dares every deferred dream
to dance, anyway?
what do you call it
when a chica’s dreams melt faster
than the piragua man’s ice
on a July Harlem block?
when sweetness drips down brown fingers,
but the city never tastes it right?
what do you call it
when they call you spicy —
like it’s a compliment or a curse —
when you’re just tryna argue your piece
on the tenement stoop
where your mami’s voice still echoes
out the third-floor window?
what do you call it
when the block party DJ drops salsa
into hip-hop and the boys battle
for bragging rights and your heart,
but you know better —
you know your name is more
than chica, more than spice,
more than a rumor shouted
through the summer fire hydrant spray?
what do you call it —
this Nuyorican pulse
that hums in the cracks
of Harlem sidewalks,
beats its drum in your ribs,
and dares every deferred dream
to dance, anyway?

Cart Blanche Aldi Time - Part Iii

glancing at thee beautiful doll female human, 
   an aggregate of positivity arose. That four 
tut hood toward slender youthful looking chica 
   figuratively took my breath away. She galore
re: us lee ranked topnotch on my register 
   of aesthetic delight. Thus, while this jackfrosted hoar
frosted flake ambled up and down aisles, 

   an aim sought to relay pleasant physiology while Igor
Stravinsky – Flight of the Bumblebee buzz 
   within every square inch of my anatomy bon jour
quivered with cockiness, covetousness, 
   and craveness without resorting to Dumble Da lore 
for guidance, hence indecorous, impetuous, 
   or idolatrousness loosed rampant as more
consideration asper jimmying bold, daring do 
   hounded (Lo and Behold) luck did not ig nor.
A nod in answer to prayer ready set terrific 
   wonderful chance arose pondering how to mine ore

and coax a major outcome addressing this ambition, 
   which unceasingly pecked, piqued, dirt poor
piss lee  pricked thy noggin about sudden revelation 
   presence pretty lady Upon quor 
tar number of minutes passed, 
   whereat her increasing proximity, an unflagging score
begging akin to patriotic duty and appeasement 
   sans uttering a compliment recognized roar 
ring optimal (once in a solar eclipse) chance 
   to corral, field, and invoke latent obligation that tore
per regaling unknown xwoman a dollop gratutity. 
   Whether embarassment ensued possibly war
temporarily shunted aside, cuz if no propensity 
   to risk testing cab age comfort zones of yore

if awesome stroke ignored, a disappointment 
   toward self would manifest irking conscience. 
For the rest of eternity. So without missing 
a beat (and reckoning with nary a spare off fence
guess not to turnip ma nose), a apple lick able amicus 
   brief pickle this complimentary gents
dare devilishly egged, finessed, gambit regarding 
   how gorgeous (a veritable stranger) kents
humed and appealed to me, whence squashing 
   regret at a costly emotional ex pence.

Inspiration

Bonita chica that had so much to say

Kept it locked inside everyday

So sweet and quiet no one would've guessed

My apologies

if my actions don't speak as loud as my words

sometimes that's how it is with me

you wont see it cause your expectation of me 

is to be like everybody else

that expressed how they felt in actions

well mine are in words

i could write you poems everyday

then sing em to you like a lullaby

i could give you  the world

need you only ask
© Riah Clark  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Breakfast Tacos

Oh, I love my breakfast tacos;
Appropriated are the best.
Not those nasty squirt cheese nachos;
They're just too hard to digest.
Man, I love the unique flavors:
on the go with latinx.
Jillio is seeking favor,
Show that chica some respect!
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.

I Do Not Drink From An Others Bottle

Ya no lo niego I love you
With all my soul, en me corazon
Love songs sang your tone
But, it’s been some time
I erased you from my phone
Wiped the computer clean of you
Yet, en las noches mis suenos son de ti
I hear memories of sweet melodies

I won’t deny my soul tie
in acceptance I’m released
From pretending there was no pain
Maybe its better this way
Why should you stay

Been years now what you’ve been up too
I smile  solo en el Mundo
Te tenia que eliminar
El dolar muy profundo
Esa botella no lo puedo tomar

I can’t tear you from my veins
All those wasted years
Imagine that you were for life
So I took all memories 
Cut you loose
I wish you well from the noose

I won’t deny my soul tie
in acceptance I’m released
From pretending there was no pain
Maybe its better this way
Why should you stay

Fighting my war my sin
Dreams and thoughts none comprehend
If you find me again 
I’ll be kicking rocks
Living life’s hard knocks
Your departure made me strong
And your presence a fading song

Si encuentro alguna chica solo dios sabe
Si no encuentro alguna chica solo dios

No estoy solo 
I’m not alone

And I will never drink from the bottle of another man’s beer
Much better to walk away without tears

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