Best Pillowy Poems
What makes a girl?
Is it not “sugar and spice and all things nice”?
What makes a woman? Oh…all that and so much more
A woman is made of sugar…sweet to the taste
Spice…Oh…she can burn your tongue and soul
All things nice? Hmmmm…
Things….let me define them for you...
The warmth of her body
The warmth of her soul
Her nurturing heart
How she makes a man whole
Her soft curvy form
Her luscious sweet lips
Her pillowy bosom
Her curvaceous hips
Her eyes that can speak
In many a way
Her hands that massage
All the worries away
Strength that bears
The pain of giving birth
How she puts herself down
To give you more worth
She is wispy and dreamy
Ethereal, unreal
Sent from above
To make a man feel
She is a seductress
Who can be a friend
She is the strong one
On whom to depend
Who can define her?
She is beyond all this…
The mystery of life
Is contained in her kiss!!!
Now…..For the glimpse of her other side!! I’m posting an old poem of mine,
Warrior Princess. Yes, women can HUNT as well! Read them and Weep.
The Warrior Princess
Don’t think me fragile, quick to break
No, don’t ever make that mistake
My warrior spirit’s deep and strong
I can avenge when faced with wrong
I am the Warrior Princess
I gallop on my mighty steed
Brandish my sword, fulfill my need
What my eyes crave, I swoop to take
No human dares this heart to break
I’m the Warrior Princess
With mad abandon, I make love
With eagle talons, I’m no dove
I subjugate, and I command
Full surrender to each demand
I’m the Warrior Princess
When you think me supple and weak
The fire in my eyes will speak
I play a role, capture your soul
I dominate not part but whole
I am the Warrior Princess
In my veins the power to rule
No man can play me for a fool
Yes, he may think my heart is won
But can you hold the blazing sun?
I’m the Warrior Princess
My fierce passion, you cannot match
Your body from her bed I’ll snatch
Ravish you till I’ve had my fill
Might let you live or I might kill
FOR I’M THE WARRIOR PRINCESS
Eileen Manassian Ghali
You can never DEFINE a woman!
Categories:
pillowy, woman,
Form:
Epic
Who ever saw a skinny teddy bear?
What an absurdity!
Aren’t teddy bears good for cuddles because they are tubby?
They are nice and round and with a nice little tummy!
I’m cuddly like a teddy bear
Cuddly, cuddly, cuddly
I’m not thin like a stick
I’m pillowy and dreamy to hold
You get a great big handful of love
When you squeeze my arms
Got to give a reach when
You take me in your arms
But when you need to snuggle at night
Put your head on something warm and pillowy
Your arms around something soft and round and snuggly
I’m your snuggly teddy bear
Snuggly, snuggly, snuggly
When has this stupid world
Fallen out of love with what children still adore
People who have more than just skin and bones
People who are round and a little tubby
Cute and a little chubby
Sweet and a little snuggly
Just like my adorable little teddy
cuddly, cuddly, cuddly
Just like………ME!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
pillowy, beauty, metaphor, nice, nice,
Form:
Free verse
I want to drive an impractical car
a convertible
with seats for two
and I'd treasure some impractical clothes
Chanel suits that say
“Dry Clean Only”
I long to live in an impractical house
downtown, three stories high
with white carpets
I covet a phone that rings only for me
a password the kids don't know
and shoes only I can wear
but I'll drive my practical van
with seats for seven
and wear denim and sweats
I'll buy that split level in suburbia
with carpeting the color of body fluids
and chocolate milk
Because the pillowy cheeks of a newborn,
the smile of a gleeful toddler, and
the straight arrow logic of a preschooler
are worth their weight far more to me.
True, it's a cliché, but only
truth breeds cliché. And my love
is true.
Categories:
pillowy, appreciation, children, love, self,
Form:
Verse
Untouchable
We have our own caste system.
Our own way of separating
The elite from…everyone else
We have our own caste system.
We have our own Untouchables
Our own “acceptable” ways of showing disgust…
Towards those who aren’t pretty enough
Or thin enough
Or rich enough
Or successful enough
Or spiritual enough
Or smart enough
Or stylish enough
Or accomplished enough
To meet OUR standards…
We have our own Untouchables!
How do I know?
Because today I felt like an outcast
A failure
A good for nothing
A hideous creature
The lowest in society
In the religious congregation
In the work place
So I tried to hide
My ugly face
My outdated clothes
My pillowy arms
My tear-streaked face
My needy heart
From the perfect people
With the perfect smiles
And the perfect lives
Today, I was an untouchable…
You didn’t bother to touch my face
Or warm me with love
Or smile at me
Or give me a crumb of encouragement
Or look into my eyes
Or let me join your world
Or let me savor your success.
We have our own caste system.
I know…
For I am an UNTOUCHABLE!
Categories:
pillowy, introspection, life, social, me,
Form:
Free verse
When Miss Doubtfire moved in
to their heart,
she entered dragon tail swinging
Plastered smiling walls of bachelor resistance
got knocked down
at every single candlelight date demolition
And as the henpeck frowns
rose from the rubble,
an arthropodic shell of a man
was kinda ready
to take a somewhat hard jellyfish stand
But those invertebrate indecisions
would most assuredly get a soft-belly planarian,
a silver hook-thru-the-nose golden band
As the calendar monthly moved closer
to the barracuda tied-knot day,
there was no getting away
from the starfish flip-flop stardust ...
betrothed mollusk ...
pillowy, bent-knee promise made
And that melted-butter, ducky vow
to firmly shut close
the proposed wedding plans gate ...
it went fence straddling again
With the solo living
nearing an end ...
finish line fast approaching —
That ball-and-chain, bold bunny hop jailbreak
was docile, turtle slug running late
Now every waffling, pansy beefcake
who dare procrastinate,
gon get the ring finger ‘cuff-link embrace
Any indecisive invertebrate
who care-free, foolishly hare hesitate
to skip the altar aisle gait —
They will receive
a Groundhog Day mirror fate:
Their spineless soul shall wake each morning,
with Little Boy Blue hard eyes ...
gazing steely
at their shrewish schoolmarm mate
Sadly looking with granite eyes,
at a face
they’ve come to learn to love to hate
Categories:
pillowy, humorous, metaphor, relationship, satire,
Form:
Burlesque
Twinkle twinkle brilliant star
Heaven’s best to me you are
You’re the brightest star of night
And you are my guiding light
Twinkle twinkle brilliant star
Shine on me from where you are...
Sleep my love, my star
Stop your hard work
Of lighting the way for me
Let all the burdens go
Let me lull you to sleep
Hear the lullaby of my heart
As you put your head
On my pillowy breast
Hush now, hush
Leave your cares behind
Let the whole world go
Let me cushion your body
And sooth your mind
Don’t make a sound
As my hands ease away
The rough handling of your day
Let it all go
There…there. Yes, give in to my care
Listen to my song
Let me cover you with
My warm blanket of love
Hush now my man, my child
Let me carry you to dream land
Let the gentle motion of my rocking
Become the rythm of your dreams
There…close your eyes
Hush….now hush
I'm here....I'm here...
Twinkle Twinkle brilliant star
What an awesome man you are
You're my shinning light so high
You're my diamond in the sky
Winkle twinkle brilliant star
You’re my man, oh yes you are
You're my man.....
oh yes......
you.......
are.......
(zzzzzzzzzzzz.....sh....he's finally asleep! ;)
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
pillowy, love, song, me, me,
Form:
Light Verse
Into the snow white castle only tepid feet bound
Head mirror of quilted bed reflects a glimmering compound
Satin blanket spreads over each frozen mound
A blinding glare from the silted bed doth rebound
With each heavy step mist arises from fluffed goose down
Arching o'er head a crystalline canopy doth crown
The hooded frames as glowing sentinels ballast ground
The woody rails in their icy coat of arms surround
As tempest blows, crackling arms in groaning chorus resound
From portholes beaming, frozen pellets wayfarers confound
Alighting from pillowy perches, Red-shouldered hawks with wings unwound
Strafe the bystanders; with their prickly dander doth hound
A fibrous parapet of occluded, twining roots shields ground
Each truant sole straying from the beaten path will impound
Buried stumps as pulpy landmines on periphery abound
The errant, plodding heel with shocking pain to redound
Pace must quicken in the late afternoon stound
Dusk's chilling tides o'er snowy copse leaves laggards spellbound
As the last rays of light funnel into
the background
Enchanting visions of woodland nymphs mind's eye doth astound
Categories:
pillowy, adventure, courage,
Form:
Rhyme
Haven’t been with a fuller woman?
Don’t know what you’ve been missin’!
Pillowy softness all around
Will make your pleasure just abound
Tell me, you love to eat jelly?
Well think of that as her belly!
Cotton candy is puffy and sweet?
Well, this woman is a tasty treat!
You won’t get poked here or there
By her bones like a prickly pear
Be cushioned by marshmallow light
Rest on her comfort through the night
Your hands have more place to roam
At this sight your mouth will foam!
If she has a naughty mind
No greater pleasure can you find
So just remember Marilyn Monroe
Not that anyone can have her glow
But she was a good size 14
That siren of the silver screen
If 14 turns men to putty…
A little more ’ll make they nutty
They will drool and they will pant
“Give me more” will be their chant
Oh, well… tubby ladies out there
Who are shy their bodies to bare
Honey, if he wants you to lose
You’ve got others from whom to choose
Sexy’s defined by inside
So don’t go and try to hide
Be proud of who you are
Honey, you’re a shining star
And if he goes for anorexic fare
Let him leave, just let him dare!
You’ll have another in a flash
Let him jump in, make a splash!
Life is too short to wish for thin
So shake your booty, flash a grin
Full and pretty and oh so wild
Make others look plain and mild!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
pillowy, body, humorous, woman,
Form:
Quatrain
Pillowy white goose feathers
have fallen softly
upon the creaky grass
rotting away
after the autumn feast.
Lacy icicles of flakes
freezing the final
leftovers of the trees.
Exhausted life protected
below the snowstriken embrace
of this mysterious quilt.
What will emerge
out of the covers
once the long sleep is done?
Trees, bushes or, may hap, a rose?
a butterfly?
or, woe, the slithering body of a snake
sliding its way in hissing sighs
melting the ice while winding by?
Categories:
pillowy, snow, winter,
Form:
Free verse
As I stand on the edge
Slowly looking down,
I cannot help but wonder
How far to the ground.
Inside I am shaking
I’m trying to act real brave.
Should I close my eyes and just do it
Or should I smile and wave.
As I stop and look around me
All my friends have gone,
I’m the only one still hanging here,
Time that I moved on.
It’s just that I had such a good life,
I loved it so much being here.
I know that my life has expired
But I hold every moment so dear.
Finally I know I must do it
So close my eyes and let go,
I actually feel like I’m floating,
Or flying really slow.
Now as I land I’m astonished
How soft the ground seems to be,
And the pillowy pile where I landed,
Are all the leaves that left before me.
Brenda Meier-Hans
10. 12. 2013
Categories:
pillowy, autumn, death, innocence, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Silent evaporative collection up high
White touches the blue, the spectrums delight
Your presence dictates the mood down below
With oceans and trees respirations you grow
Your gloom makes us weary and your absence brings praise
Working nonstop, both nighttime and day
Pillowy softness at first the pretense
Hollow and void lightning a defense
Surrounding our spaces wherever we go
Sounding off loudly ions explode
Beautiful violence, tranquil and serene
Cumulonimbus electrostatic machines
Categories:
pillowy, beautiful, science, sky,
Form:
Free verse
A mom is someone special, a mom is someone kind
When you’ve had a bad day, she knows what’s on your mind.
When you’re not feeling well and you feel like crap
She always comes with open arms and a space for you in her lap.
She doesn’t ask what’s going on until you’ve cried it all out
Then she tells of her experiences and what it’s about.
She wipes your tears away then kisses your cheek
Never have I met someone so kind and meek.
God knew that I needed you
And I think that you needed me too.
Your heart is strong, your hands are soft
They are so warm and comfy like a pillowy loft.
Your hands work hard and serve the Lord
And for that He will reward.
A mom is someone special, a mom is someone kind
My whole life I’ve searched for you were my goal to find.
Categories:
pillowy, mothermom, mom,
Form:
Rhyme
At birds' eye view, from an icy frosty windowsill,
8 stories high: I see a city forest full of snowy powdery
pillowy packs that is spread out making a white-out
of black streets lanes and piles of pearly ivory
fluffy flakes causing tall white iceberg mounds
to abound greatly in an isolated snowy town
Trees huddled and cover themselves in
white parkas; this of snowflake designed fleeces creating
a blanket of a white new canvas for me the delighted Artist
People are frozen in their village,
neighborhoods being effectuated with the
season's frigid chilly chilled cooled air;
nipping at many red young and old numb ears
Ice vapors of a foggy mist
does tint white car's windowsills
The City sidewalks and streets has
transparently merged into white snow sheets
Snow summits also rise high with
white zenith peak tops
People are enjoying forming
snow tunnels and igloos and
snow men and snow angels
And some people sculpt ice statues
These come into being at just below
zero temperatures of freezing
Icicles are nature's cold calling cards;
this having a very slick and cold feel touch
At this time youngsters are receiving their
reddish noses and pink red rose colored cheeks
Black boot snow shoes sink in a
foot deep in the snow and are slushing to race home
A flurry of snow scene experiences
are how most winters are known back home
The tossing of powder with frost-bite
fingers and a few colorful blue hue toes that are ice cold
This season has its celebration of the Christmas day: this
the time of “Christ Birth,” the reason why I and others do pray
The theme of all things each and every day; in a heart that is merry,
light hearted and amazed for the many wonders given to us today
Categories:
pillowy, christmas, fun, joy, seasons,
Form:
Imagism
Rain storms, ice crystals and freezing snow
Thick breath vapor as they say hello
Wool sweaters, furry coats and there they go
Footprints melting in the pillowy snow
Cigar's smoke stuck on chilled windowpanes
Grey, white and all shades of frames
Cherry-red cheecks and warm palms
Blankets, wood stove and sweet psalms
Categories:
pillowy, valentines day,
Form:
wash my soul with love,
and i will clean you emotions with sweet fragrance,
let me feed on the abundance of your jolly smile,
for the beauty of your face has swept my mind
your pillowy boobs looking at me,
and my teary eyes shying away,
tickling love dripping off me,
if only she could swing sweetness of it all my way.
Categories:
pillowy, fantasy,
Form: