Best Girlhood Poems

"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"

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EIGHT


A deliberate surprise 
A shove from the back
while creating artwork 
in my second-grade class
Perhaps an ocean scene
A distant angry memory
of my eight-year-old 
consciousness


The broken waxy...

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My wild Irish heart - what could it do
that March when into my sweet girlhood blew
euphoria to make my heart careen?
Oh, heart as fresh as...

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To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I eye'd,
Such seems your beauty still. 
~ William Shakespeare


I...

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The cool north wind is blowing
Winter is here to stay
Sweaters are out and airing
Lets go out and play
Rivers have frozen and stopped flowing
Its snowing, its...

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Here I am again hiking near a mountaintop
as the aroma of hibiscus reminds me
of my charmed youth, of a serenity the winds
cannot contain. As I...

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(Jodhpur is a beautiful, cultural, historical city in Rajasthan, India. This poem is all
about Jodhpur from her mouth as she told).


Left behind her beamish days...

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Framed moments blink... a night of review
as snapshots glide on this mindscape
like tissue leaves bathed in reveries
before slumber’s pause.
Every motion, every image bursts
into tints of...

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I nestled her… dear January child
My arms her manger on a night beguiled.
Those pink fingers twitching to feel new dawn
As long hours of labor seemed...

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Somehow a scene from girlhood days
Will flit across my hazy mind;
To lead me down enchanting ways
I thought I had once left behind
Of Grandma's touch… so...

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Home Is Where The Heart Is


Oh my goodness
"Lets Party, Family Reunion"
Family of 10

Its all good, we stay close knit
Look forward to cookouts
Mardi Gras here is...

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Sister of My Heart

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Vishwamitra was enraged 
how he been duped 
by Deity King Indra
felt ashamed of 
lost all the virtue
gained through years
after penance and asceticism
distanced from mother so...

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The honky-tonk music of ferris wheel rides
Still enchant, as I used to stretch my hands
To gather a chain of moondust above 
A glittered skytop, while...

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Feeling the saltiness of his sweat
Mingling with her broken flesh to torment her,
Tears of humiliation, tears of anger,
Of bitterness,Self reproach and tears of revenge ran...

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