Best Plain Jane Poems
"Wishing Well"
Plain Jane blew her wishes
down a wishing well
Lit long white bless'ed candles
dipped in holy water
Brackish
Crocodile tears from Hell
Witches hold hands together
Stand united
show and tell
Plain Jane
knows her subjects inside out
Sisters plain and simple
holding hands
united
standing by the
Wishing Well
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
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- ALL WOMEN -
Plainly seen, undecorated but never Simple
Competition: "She Inspires Series KH Poetry Contest"
Muse: ""Plain women know more about men than beautiful ones do."
Katherine Hepburn
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The weary ploughman shuffles
along the deserted bridle path,
his day-long work completed,
furrows wound around his piece of land,
just arable enough to provide his daily bread.
His dreary shack is cold and bare,
just a few essentials. Oh, once it thrived,
but that, alas, was quite a long past.
Slow movements help him light his fire,
and hang inside the hearth a pot full
of vegetables harvested from small plots
that once was a sort of garden of his wife.
Waiting for his meagre repast, he sits.
upon a decrepit sofa, thinking of the furrows
and what he could sow there provided
he manages to find the seeds and tubers
for the next Thanksgiving Day.
Furrows, furrows everywhere, so very like
the furrows of his weary days gone by.
The day when he was barely ten years old,
came home to find his drunkard of a father
dead at last from cirrhosis of the liver.
Left school and began to till the land
under the caring eyes of his once-battered mother.
The day he met plain Jane, shy and speechless,
they walked along the banks of a lonely stream,
never uttering a word, never holding hands
until the day they finally got married.
Then, the worst furrow of all, the day his child
Was born prematurely stillborn. That day
he could not mourn. Only his wife cried.
Until some years later she too followed her child.
And still, he would not mourn, bottled-up grief.
Yet he had one firm conviction.
The paths of life lead slowly to the last furrow,
there to find, at last, eternal peace.
Seven days and lonely at night
Was a Princess called Snow White
On her doorstep there was
Little guy dwarves
All different to view from sight
So on Monday night she did walk
To Dopey's bedroom for a talk
The conversation was slow
Up sticks did she go
At her topless body he did gawk
When Tuesday evening came around
She tiptoed without a sound
Beside Bashful she sat
Blimey, not again, no chat
His eyes on me will never abound
Oh my! it's Wednesday again
Am I beautiful or just plain Jane
I better go to the Doc
Do I look good in this frock
Am I letting my shapely shapes wane
It's Thursday and I better nurse Sneezy
Whose chest has become rather wheezy
To him I won't kiss
No matter his wish
I have no desire to become queasy
Thankfully Friday has been reached
It's the weekend long lies are now preached
For Sleepy I'll never wake
No booty will he shake
My cheeks he'll never see peached
Saturday has finally come along
Even Grumpy now sings the same song
With a song and a cheer
Shared over a few beers
No chance you'll get into my thong
Have I saved Sunday to be the best
Is Happy better than the rest
His smile tells me so
For more than his cheeks glow
At last a loving grin at my breasts
Oh I need to be loved ever since
Like the weeks I had with my Prince
For many many nights
He knew to love me right
When I walked, you could see my legs wince
.
.
Even my mother once described me as being a plain Jane.
Not even afforded the indignity of being treated with disdain.
Invisible, that's what I am among my peers.
No one to share my hopes, my dream, or even my fears.
I Gave up long ago it seems, of trying to be known.
Invisible on the stage of life, forever all alone.
Some believe it would be magical being invisible to all.
Fair well I know the truth, even my tears have ceased to fall.
Times past I tried to appear, let people know I'm there.
Tried time and time again, but none would ever care.
I stand on the edge of the world, a spectator to it all.
Just longing to be seen, someone please! my name to call.
I lie here on my bed, in the sanctuary of my room.
Realising I never see the light, just gazing through the gloom.
I stand and stare into the mirror, now there's nothing I can see.
The realisation hits me hard. Now I'm invisible to me.
l am reminded me on a Girl I knew at school. I imagine what she would have gone through being invisible to her peers.
Benumbed Jane!
"he'd never give a plain Jane like you a second's thought"
(but hellishly reign his godly wife)
O Jane!
Be little prettier
Be more wiser
Crucify your benumbed senses
Resurrect your eloquent vehement
Why she choose to be the godly wife?
Why he choose to be the beastful husband?
Let's not brawl and yawp
Let's not cuddlerape and strangled with a scarf
In unwieldy guilts and sins of the battlefields of the Great Marriage
Give up now
Or
Surrender to salvation
You are not owing to “Beauty and the Beast” - A French Fairy Tale
Time has no time
Be little prettier
Be more wiser
O Jane!
Long, weather-vane tail—
Brown Towhee, a Plain Jane bird,
Homebody—home here
Anthony and his plain Jane wife Brooke
Met through the Internet, one for the books
All these years later
Their love's even greater
Which proves personality can supercede looks
© Jack Ellison 2015
Damn I Love Plain Jane! She's basic and always the same. She may be a lame but she's never lost in the game.
I love the kinda women that you don't need to run game! The chicks star searching for fame, please stay out of my lane. Am I to blame because I love a woman who is tame, with a gigantic brain? I love a lady who's into logistics, who's conversation is far beyond that same old "Let's Get Fit" script.
I love women with a unique identity. She doesn't fit well in our everyday society. She dots her i's and crosses her T's but she normally dressed in a white T and fitted jeans. See, in 2015, alot of women are more worried about "appearance" rather than perseverance. Can't count to 10 but can find time to fit her mascara in.
I don't want her to blend; bending over backwards for poor excuses of men. Taking in so much foolishness that it becomes a trait I call cluelessness! Her only solution is a pint of gin to release her sins. Come here baby, show me that grin, I promise this is not the end.
Time after Time; again and again, your so-called simple days blow with turbulent wind.
Remember this affirmation: You are not Plain, You are not the Same, and Your Glory Will Always and Forever Burn like a Flame!
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a singer performing country score
dropped false teeth bouncing on stage floor
though pelted with loud boos
he continued his blues...
as big boss kicked his rear out the door
same singer was given one more chance
rehearsed a perfect song and dance
by middle of refrain
his shoe knocked a plain Jane...
who gave him naughty, come-on glance
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for: Tracie's Make Me Giggle, Make me Laugh...
by: nette onclaud
I did better than all the rest
but that was normal for me
to lose a bit of sleep
just so I could do good
but you just don’t understand
why I do this all the time
I have to and although it seems odd
it’s true for just me and not you
the only way I get seen
is to overdo everything
I’m smart but not that smart
pretty but not gorgeous
I fit in but only just that
maybe if I had many talents
my family would see
but here I am plain Jane
with nothing special to my name
all my talents are not unique
just as good as other people’s
and always someone can do it better
so here I am overachiever
just so they may see me
even if it is just this once
maybe so I can gain a moment
from that name plain Jane
with no other talents to her name
No wearing a uniform, no selling beauty products, nor knocking on anymore doors.
Wanting to wash dishes for a temporary or fulltime job is not insane. I'm just a plain
Jane.
Burgers and fries. Tater tots. What is new? What is not? My ultimate desires are
little.
Curiosity sometimes runs amuck.
Don't continue to make the situation worse by causing yourself to get stranded or
stuck.
You're an ice king and selfish in the sack.
With a heart like an onyx of the deepest black. What are your thoughts, honey?
People say that seeing people's struggles in life to you is a joy.
That small part of you must harbor a miserable little boy.
A little birdie told me a secret about you not so far in the distant past.
Part of it is being bereft of cash.
The crow-like one said that once you're done with all the damage, what's left of the
existence from everything else will be nothing but ash.
9 out of 10 women
At my company
Accused me of sexual harassment
And are suing me
And I’m being sued for discrimination
By plain Jane my 10th employee
Seven days and lonely at night
Was a Princess called Snow White
On her doorstep there was
Little guy dwarves
All different to view from sight
So on Monday night she did walk
To Dopey's bedroom for a talk
The conversation was slow
Up sticks did she go
At her topless body he did gawk
When Tuesday evening came around
She tiptoed without a sound
Beside bashful she sat
Blimey, not again, no chat
His eyes on me will never abound
Oh my! it's Wednesday again
Am I beautiful or just plain Jane
I better go to the Doc
Do I look good in this frock
Am I letting my shapely shapes wane
It's Thursday and I better nurse Sneezy
Whose chest has become rather wheezy
To him I won't kiss
No matter his wish
I have no desire to become queasy
Thankfully Friday has been reached
It's the weekend long lies are now preached
For Sleepy I'll never wake
No booty will he shake
My cheeks he'll never see peached
Saturday has finally come along
Even Grumpy now sings the same song
With a song and a cheer
Shared over a few beers
No chance you'll get into my thong
Have I saved Sunday to be the best
Is Happy better than the rest
His smile tells me so
For more than his cheeks glow
At last a loving grin at my breasts
Oh I need to be loved ever since
Like the weeks I had with my Prince
For many many nights
He knew to love me right
When I walked, you could see my legs wince
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I am a plain Jane,
a non-descriptive woman
who lives on Dreary Lane,
my world revolves around
my kitty called Pretty who
was adopted from the lost and found,
I dream of being a beauty queen,
flashing a smile for everyone,
perfect teeth for all to be seen
by the crowd who admires my beauty
as I snuggle my darling kitty,
purring so soft and being a cutey,
who is the one and only Pretty,
outside I hear the garbage truck,
waking me up suddenly from my dream,
realizing that my bubble burst what bad luck,
I am still a plain Jane as I roll the can away,
For "A World Without You" Contest.
Life is happier,
When you smiles.
Life is heavy-hearted,
When you cry.
Life is marvelous,
When we are together.
Life became plain-Jane,
When we are disturbed.
The best thing in the world,
Is when people love there nation.
The best thing in the land,
Is when human use there imagination.