Best Ladies Poems

He walked with her a good mile
and talked with increasing smile,
with wonder he sat,
for the gladness in her heart;
...spent her days with wild hope ---
that he was in her eldest dreams,
from the beginning smote her monsters
and eased her deepest fears...

Now he rode with her again...

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When asked to write Limericks about ladies
I said, "Oh, no. There's no way in Hades!"
Too many are my friends
I'd have to make amends
Not even for a brand new Mercedes

Then, I gave the matter a bit more thought
And chose women closest to my heart
The ones in...

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My bladder behaves through the night
Each morning my flow is just right.... 
But throughout the day 
There is hell to pay
It's bursting; I cross my legs tight

WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON

Ladies and gentlemen please feel free to join in, send me your limericks by soup mail...

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Poet Destroyer is such a good friend...
On and off with chatting and e mails we send...
Each day I check for all the new entries..
Thanking all for comments that are always friendly..
Raising stakes each day by such talent shown..
Your site has helped, for this poet has...

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News flash
Huge bash

Big fight
Last night

Clyde's Bar
Bizarre

War zone
Chairs thrown

Snouts poked
Gals choked

Eyes blacked
Ribs cracked

Hair snatched
Backs scratched

Throats slashed
Heads bashed

Tossed stools
Blood pools

Ears chewed
Tossed food

Knees kicked
Knives pricked

Low blows
Stomped toes

Dames sprawled
Cops called

Clyde's closed
Foreclosed





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Its halloween  my favorite time of year.
Grown women running around half naked.
Makes me wanna awake the spirt and grab a beer.

Boy i wish my last nurse dressed like that.
My recovery would have been so much fun.
Oh please miss witch cast a spell on me...

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Know a nice fellow his name is Tim Smith
The rumour that he's female is truly a myth
He's hearty and strong
In Hollywood he belongs
To young ladies of the Soup he's surely a gift

© Jack Ellison 2015...

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Invisible ladies! You see them ev’rywhere,
In sensible raincoats and Margaret Thatcher hair.
Standing at bus-stops, watching the bus go by:
Waiting at crossings,
Letting the traffic splatter mud in their eyes …

Invisible ladies, all in their “middle years”.
Invisible ladies:
No hopes, but so many fears …

   SO...

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Today I write for the women, of the Poetry Soup.
Tuesday’s poem of the day was more like bigotry goop.
More hate was spit out by an imbecile’s rant.
I would love to shut your mouth, you’re just lucky I can’t.

Your words aren’t appreciated nor will they ever...

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Women of a certain age
Pour hearts out on the written page.
Tarnished by a tangled past
Now silence gained a voice at last.

Between raising kids and husbands too,
And survival, jobs, free moments few,
Recording life behind their eyes,
The chores got done and families thrived.

Beauty wanes, youth’s spark subsides,
But...

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So polite. Wearing gloves. And hats. Hair in Easter colors.
Church ladies; prissy, smiling, crackling in their perfumes.
Flowered dresses, sitting primly on the hard wooden pews,
Singing in loud overtones songs they have known for decades.

Smiling at the Easter bonnets, and the tiny white lace gloves
Worn only...

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I read their words and stand in awe
Poetic words that have no flaw
For an old sailor who has seen his day
These ladies still take my breath away

They write with passion and hearts of gold
And as they write, new worlds unfold
Their legacy will be carved in...

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will play
 
 you pay......

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Men are not that complicated!
The perfect mate is often over-rated
Ladies relax calm down
Don't let your selves get so jaded

Men are simple creatures 
a few basic things that they need
Gonna share a few tips my dear
Mother once shared with ME..

What you ACCEPT is what you'll get
Meaning...

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Footsteps fade where sidewalks end,
stories told in weathered skin.
Cardboard kingdoms, borrowed ground,
a life unseen, without a sound.

The city hums, its lights embrace,
yet shadows slip between its grace.
Hands once held, now pockets bare,
eyes that search, but find no stare.

The wind knows names the world forgets,
whispers woven...

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