Girl Free Verse Poems

(Playful Tibetan girl in 2009)

Humanity’s Shine

There are lots of things that distinguish humanity;
Speech, intelligence, civilization, symbolism
Etc. etc., blah, blah, blah…

But the real thing that makes...

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Woman is a hole,
Soft with spongey walls,
Press the button, make her howl,
Crash through her virgin halls. 

A newborn baby, little girl 
Fresh kitchen rag to...

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Alice Among the Astral Wonders

From a rabbit hole of wondrous delight,
Alice now ventures to the stars of the night.
Her mission's a clock, a celestial race,
To...

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The ground is red, the air is thin, no grass or dusty weeds,
Just craters deep and diamond dust, and strange and lonely seeds.
A banjo strumming...

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When I’m not tapped into a music stream.

I like quiet
no - let’s be exact,
I like silence
ear plugs in - deafening quiet
or better yet, noise cancelled...

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A black girls stance on self love 
Is one not often understood 
One that take years of healing 
One that understands the process of feeling...

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we …
sat here once …
so long ago it’s a dream -
a mirage of another life,
like a desert’s distant, fiery fog …
we were brine,
I, salt to...

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There’s a calm that settles
Not all at once, but slowly
Like sunlight through water,
Soft, deliberate, sure.

I used to reach so far ahead
I forgot the miracle beneath...

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Can I find the words to say, just what you mean to me today
And what you’ve meant to me, throughout these forty years gone by
We...

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They called her Alice,
but perhaps her true name was Smoke,
rising slow and silent
from letters never sent,
from altars crumbled beneath
the cold gaze of forgotten saints,
from lips...

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We never asked to be different.
We only wanted to walk
without folding our souls into apology.

To laugh
without someone measuring the pitch of our voices
and deciding if...

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Plain bronze frame,
warped oval glass,
a flea market find,
a lead-laced history of light.

Gazing into it,
he sees a mind picturing -

a boy and girl on a park...

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Glass-foot by Gabrielle Munslow  


She kneels on glass.
Two jagged rocks, hidden—clenched behind her back.
Secrets.
Her mouth open,
not in benediction
but for unholy things.

He looks down—unkind.
She rises,
smashes...

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was it really that big of a deal
if we were both just kids
our minds snapped shut like lids
brainwashed by whats bad and good
too scared to...

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i get shown time and time again by broken men
red flags and warning signs
i think they will change
but in reality the only person changing is...

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