Best Tomboy Poems
She's just beautiful,her outfit is of the latest style,
hair is perfect not a one out of place.
Long maniured nails ,done in a salon,
down to the makeup ,perfect on her face.
I groan inside,another meal out,
i'll have to take out a second mortage to afford.
Another night on the town ,a mall shopping spree,
donating blood untill I'm 100 ,please help me Lord.
Hey lets do something fun tonight.............
Then......then theres this girl,cute
she's a tomboy ay heart.
What do you want to do tonight,anything,
anything at all,a movie,fishing,something kinda fun.
We could go to the ballgame in our teams colors,
grab some fries and a hotdog on a bun
Wearing a beat up old ballcap,hair in a pony,
faded bluejeans,and her favorite good luck shirt.
She has a lithe spirit,that come easy smile,
someone to tease with no feelings hurt.
No long fancy dresses.or high dollar gowns,
sleeping apperal simple, just my old beat up tee.
Waking in the morn ,her hair all a mess,
green eyes still sleepy ,true beauty I do see.
Give me forever ,a girl
who is a tomboy at heart.
Sworn to secrecy, she told me it had been a long time..
as we sat swinging in a hammock in the late day sun.
'What., are you sayin' you never did it?'
I thought what my mom would do if she caught me, and replied
'brought up different I guess'.
She leaned back into the netting, perhaps chewing on what I said..
half her face streaked in sunlight.
Suddenly aware of her leg touching mine. So warm...
My cotton red racing striped trunks from Sears, with a secret webbed key pocket..her faded OshKosh B'Gosh bibs she wore all summer except on Sundays.
(Sundays were saved for wearing that white & pink pleated Victorian get up she so detested; a gift from her Grandma bought from Macy's mail order catalog)
She ribbed me with her right elbow, as she jumped clear of our swing..
when her mom yelled 'time for supper Kat!' from the front porch.
But she turned back with that dangerous look I'd learned, leaned in close, and licked across all her teeth.
'Milk's colder and better ya know..
drunk straight from the carton.'
She ran inside letting the screen door go with a full slam..!
I thought about all the times we watched Jonny Quest at her house,
eatin' our Quisp or Kaboom with that milk..., and smiled.
I kept Kat's secret safe..,'til just now anyway.
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I was fascinated by frogs, dinosaurs, and outer space.
Comic books, video games, and fast cars to race.
I got my clean clothes dirty and skinned my knees.
I spent my afternoons climbing high up in the trees.
Came home from the playground with shoes full of sand.
Went fishing, and held up my catch with my bare hand.
I would get on my rusty, blue bike and ride to the park.
Where we played games of tag or catch almost until dark.
After school, I would go play baseball with the boys.
Then, stay up late, listening to music and make noise.
My homework sat in my backpack and never got done.
I was too preoccupied with finding adventure and having fun.
I was the tomboy that liked building Lego block walls.
I was also a girl who played with pretty Barbie dolls.
Richard Lamoureux's Gender Bender Contest
The bark worn smooth,
a scamper up.
Looking down takes my breath away.
Leveling off, I’m safe in the cockpit.
Flying the Iowa skies, way above the tassels,
Control panel at my fingertips.
Spreading my wings and charging the clouds.
Birds skimming by.
The branch cradling my adventure
is broad,
back firmly against the trunk,
sun over my shoulder.
Apple blossom shadows on my arm.
Between petals and freckles,
bright spot lights of sun
sparkle on my skin.
The petals are so pretty.
I pick a bouquet,
shinny down the tree, and
bring apple blossoms home to my mother.
Tomboy colors true
Seeks the hearts of the handsome
Pink clouds refine dark
Russell Sivey
TomBoy, your reading about one. Most people are confused, so in a way, I'm here to explain
because i truly fit the definition.
Tomboy's are girls, that some call it, "Rough around the edges." We're not your typical,
average girl or woman. Yes, we date guys, can be one of the guys and can hang around the
guys. Most of us play video games, we wear more pants than anything! We defiantly play
sports, football, baseball, soccer, volleyball, ext. When its late at night we
occasionally watch ESPN. However, we do have an feminine touch. Hair is always done, nails
painted, pretty outfits, intelligent like all human beings and 5-star hygiene.
We are unique and different. Not weird and defiantly not unladylike.
Years before 13th birthday
Sun beckons me run play
In the street under golden ray
With neighborhood kids on hills of clay
Learning to ride bike and skate
Playing kickball run chase
Playing football basketball too
Dodge ball softball all in June
In Clanton Park we all are one
Hiking green woods under red sun
What to do on rainy days
Play with dolls do hair makeup face
Drawing dresses or playing cards spa
Not so much t.v. but it had a part
We had just begun our training bras
Tomboys galore we are stars
7/3/2022
As a youngster, I looked like a boy…there was nothing girly to be seen
I could run topless without comment until the age of about fifteen.
I could climb the highest tree, jump the highest fence
I even dislocated the shoulder of the man teaching me self defense…
I could run forever eating the wind - but was never really fast
That didn’t matter in any event, I was the one that none could out last.
I could dive and swim from the heights to the depths
I could do so much and never lose my breath.
Then I turned eleven and things started on a decline
I fell out of a tree head first… and it was definitely not by design.
I hit the ground, but remember it not, apart from all the screaming
From thirty foot I took my dive because of too much leaning
They all knew I was the only one able to climb that tree
A mother asked me to save a kite that had cost about 50p
I remember thinking that branch was thin and would break
I was right but for the mother, this risk I did take…
It caught me out and that was when I learnt there was one thing I could not do,
And that was fly like a bird, or float like a butterfly, believe me, I really tried too.
My neck was broken when I landed there and hit the ground,
I remember my toe was the only thing hurting when I came round…
But then a terrible thing happened… and I turned into a girl
My tomboy escapades were gone - it happened in a whirl
I hung on as long as I could but things began to change
One thing was sure at this time… I was never mistaken for a boy again.
© 19/05/2012
I'm a tomboy at heart.
My mom said I was from the start.
Blue jeans made me what I am.
Boys would say are you a ma me.
Playing with dolls wasn't my game.
Trucks,cars is where I had no shame.
When I got married underneath my dress I wore.
A pair of blue jeans I bought at the store.
Teresa Skyles
Entered in nette onclaud"It's in the jeans"contest
You achieved fame and fortune during the Sixties.
You achieved it by starring in The Beverly Hillbillies.
For nearly ten years you entertained us as Elly May Clampett.
Now you're gone forever and it's something your fans regret.
When you became famous, it was what you deserved.
Men loved your beauty and they also loved your curves.
You died on New Year's Day.
It's sad that you passed away.
You also starred in a Twilight Zone episode and in a movie with Elvis.
You were America's most famous Tomboy and you will be missed.
(Dedicated to Donna Douglas who died at the age of 82 on January 1, 2015.)
Little darling
You’d be so sweet
With your hair done up in pigtails
Dressed up in a pink frilly dress
Your tomboy ways have charm
They’ll get you far in life
Running in the park and
Challenging yourself
A doll hardly seeming like an option
You have the eyes of a leader
The drive of a champion
But please enjoy your youth
And most of all don’t grow up too fast
I’ll take you today shopping for a doll
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
She danced wildly amidst the crowd taunting man and woman alike
Though she was playing at all of our wants tonight
She possessed everything men like in a girl
And the charisma of man to make the girls whirl
I say well done at such a feat
Her smile enchanting her voice sweet
Her hair a flame of yellow and black
Cut short to not hold her back
Her body lean and not lacking
Her eyes a blue like a wave attacking
Bejeweled ears and a posture that was so
Captivating hearts began to slow
My gaze shifted head to toe in awe
Of this maiden that seemed to me all…
Then I awoke from my reverie to realize
That I will have to go with out this prize
To sea I go to conquer my fears
As I leave lifes gems behind with no tears
I never met a better fella
until I met Ella
Ella was finer than Esther
but stronger than Joshua.
She's gat crude swags
both in the way she sags.
Her mother who often nags
would burn masculine stuff from her bags.
Her handshakes are so loud
like a clap in the midst of silent crowd.
Her hair, always bound,
like ponytail and it makes her sound.
My Momma called me late yesterday
Told me our Jenny had passed away
Her life was taken by a Louisiana bear
My body went weak, but I grinned from ear to ear
She could shoot a quail at 100 yards
Get her hands dirty, take care of the farm
Her Daddy called her his best ranch hand
But I was really her biggest fan
She drove a flat bed pick up truck
Changed her own oil, tuned it up
She had the bluest eyes I'd ever seen
She had a .38 tucked in her jeans
She could skin a deer by the pale moonlight
Put it in a pan and cook it up right
Hope heavens ready for Tomboy Jenny
She'll show up in boots and a crown
She could reel in catfish from dusk to dawn
Do cartwheels across that big country lawn
She had freckles that danced down her nose
We played in the bayou where the dogwood grows
I can't believe that she is really gone
She made us feel like we all belonged
I loved her then, I'll miss her now
Tomboy Jenny never left this town
She's the reason us boys hung around .........
Her hands don't feel like satin,
she's been working since she was a child.
Never was a pure white angel,
she was always a little wild.
She can fight like a man,
but loves like a woman.
Some people say she's a blessing,
others say she was a bad omen.
Never was suited,
for the debutante ball,
She liked the honky tonks
or a smokey pool hall.
She had to learn too early,
how to throw a punch,
the only girl child,
And the meanest one of the bunch.
She has been hurt and mistreated
from the very start.
But somehow she managed,
to keep a good heart.
Still holds faith
that there's some good in this world.
And there's a place, in a heart,
for a tomboy girl.