Best Femme Poems

There's a lady I know as pretty as primrose,

With innocence of soul,

   how I know ----

None whom has walked this wide world 'ere

   more lovely than her dimmest delicacy;

The sweet of lavender envious in her passing....

   the King-Rose longs...

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You clipped my wings
You cured my flirt
You blinded my sight
From bevy of beauties.

I'm a toy in your palm
Administered unto your wish
And, like powerful Samson
I'm doomed!

Love,
Sweet bait
Covering a naked hook
The cemetary of my life....

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They may call me some kind of psycho,
The thing is they are so right though....

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My beautiful girl...
  How sweet her soft symphonies,
  My love... how she makes me swoon;
  when the moon was full...
  and love was in her eyes

Too tender her delicate embraces,
  as I if to meld her soul in mine;
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The tempest kiss of seaweed miss.
Her temper heard ~ his heart stirred.
     His ship astern and fast.
    The siren’s scorn lambaste;
Blind youth’s reality is blurred.

The satin hair of Whitney bright
A pearlescent veil, the tide ~
   ...

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“Beloved Femme Fatale”


Musk and Neroli satin skin spoons
Naked feet ‘neath The Pillars of Petra
She towers majestic above you, colours your grey skies
You are worshipping her on your knees
What does it matter, anymore? Before your eyes, the story unfolds . . .

Such supplication suits the silence...

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Femme Fatale By A Wishing Well 
  (In The Wastelands Of War)

Warm as breath on placid skin,
Soft as gentle summer rains,
Loud as natures angry clouds
That gather in ambushed lanes,
To confer with the wounded boys
Whose blood on artillery stains,
Etched with the faded epitaphs
Tattooed on her...

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When Mother Earth, Anu was young
the gods gifted her sisters;
Fair Brigid with the fiery hair,
blonde Boann of the waters.

Their bodies lay upon the globe
intertwined in rainbows
Brown skinned mountains, fiery skies,
and blonde washed dawns to rouse.

Adore the feminine in all her forms,
or mountains rise and snowslides...

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Geometry shows us God’s great fondness for lines
In the gazelles, birds and butterflies as well.
Everywhere we search in the midst of His designs,
Even in the sea we find many an animal in his shell.

Not stopping His ingenious design with mere creatures,
Or objects He fondly blesses...

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To a woman

(In this traslation of Paul Verlaine’s sonnet : « A une femme »,
I have retained the rhyme scheme to the letter, I hope. T. Wignesan) 

To you these lines in faith must console I address : 
 A sweet dream laughs and cries...

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I left, and crept to my room
And slept
I Wept
And Kept you in the haven of my soul like a pet.
Femme fatale
I will tell your tale
Till you sell me your soul.
You are so beautiful
So wicked
So charming.

Fickle you!
I adore your momentarily sweetness
And each and every slap on...

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Intricate folds open, exposing life nurturing moisture
Delicate, defying it’s true gift
Strong, nurturing and life giving as a woman
Thorns deter those who would thieve her nectar

A variety of rose’s, blooming with life
The multiplicity of woman
Beautiful and elegant
An ear empathizes with others pain 
Disarming vanity enable ideas...

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I love her limpid, clear blue-eyes
      and her long, yellow tresses;
wise, and with grace that never dies
      or wavers, she blesses.

Behind those intelligent eyes,
      she ponders, thinks, and listens;
as I...

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La plus belle femme dans la monde,
je la vois toujours.

Parfois, elle me voit. Parfois, elle ne fait pas.

Que doit-on faire? Que doit-on dire?
La réponse me échappe.

Est le langue de l'amour le même partout?
Dit-moi la vérité.

La plus belle femme dans la monde,
je suis manquer de temps...

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I leave the auction sick, my mettle frayed
A ghost, I fear, in oil clutched near my side
No doubt, a ghost for which I've dearly paid!
How best to next proceed, I must decide

The painting I have bought portrays a man
laid out upon a bed as if...

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