Girl Poems | Examples of Girl Poetry

A song series on the Freedom Struggle of India based on my father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor’ (1998 to 1994) Epic “Patradoot” written in 1930 published on Poetry Soup in 2010. Inspired by the famous Harry Belafonte’s song "Jamaica Farewell". The song series would be mainly in English with a Hindi version of the song...

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That girl splatters her faiths in colors of adoration, Adoration of spineless whispers carried by heavens beyond, Beyond the biosphere where her sentiments goad to creek, Creek tender desires into every reverie. Reverie curtains her realm in silk and gold, Gold resembling the narratives my girl’s yet to articulate, Articulate by an expression that is so tender and genuine, Genuine as the...

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~ Along a quiet river by a lonely looking tree, a meadowlark way up above began to sing to me It's song was so enchanting that it sent my mind a whirl, I grabbed a stone and skipped it thinking bout that sunshine girl Her kiss was sent from heaven and her eyes were to adore, her beauty took my breath away I couldn't ask for more My...

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There's this fine girl In my street She said I'm very sweet She licks me like ice cream When the play starts She gives me high screams. Her body shape Just like the coca cola bottle She said she likes my muscles She likes the way I grab her She got the best styles and wine When we...

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There's this fine girl In my street She said I'm very sweet She licks me like ice cream When the play starts She gives me high screams. Her body shape Just like the coca cola bottle She said she likes my muscles She likes the way I grab her She got the best styles and wine When we...

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only the porcelain white face of the geisha  girl snap open and close her Nakamichi red fan to entertain the emperora of japan through the choreography of the gisha girl dance...

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I once met a girl whose name was Heather, whatever she wore ‘twas always leather. It rained, it poured, we got all wet, She said, “this leather smells like sweat”, Before each date, she now checks the weather. ...

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I love to watch you be a women: How you wake in the morning still sluggish in your sighs The perfection of your hair array is a painted picture in my eyes Your lips a gentle caress velvety tingle mine Your kiss all the whispers of a passion still confined Your skin just receptive as all inhibitions cast to sea This close to the flame,...

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She didn't shatter the glass ceilings, she shattered the sky and stars fell in her lap. They barred her from science clubs but she built her own constellations. She arrived in Paris hungry for knowledge fed herself with formulas and ambition was satiated. They gave her frostbitten ceilings but she warmed them with equations. She wasn't stuck by a Cupid's arrow she steadied the bow and hit...

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He doesn't cry in public- he's learned to bleed where no one looks. Where bathroom tiles keep secrets and mirrors lie just enough to keep him standing. he skips lunch again. just not hungry, he says but the hunger is real- not for food for someone to notice. for silence. his sleeves stay long, even in summer. skin whispering stories that no one ever asks to hear. because boys? boys don't break boys don't...

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She was like a bull in the sunshine— angry one moment, then happy the next. That’s what Olivia was: the way she was with everyone. A short series of well- regulated emotional stability, followed by a long series of emotional outbursts. She was loved, and she was hated. She was kind, then she was cruel. But most of all, she was confused— confused about why people left her, confused about why she couldn’t stay happy,...

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She was too young to hear what she did. She was too young to see the way you looked at yourself. She was too young to feel how she did. Too skinny. I just need to gain weight to be beautiful. I just need curves to be beautiful. Too fat. I just need to lose...

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I checked all the boxes, all neat and clean. I smiled wide, I stayed soft, unseen. I raised my hand, I made the grades. But I lost myself somewhere along the way. The pressure built as my perfect mask slipped. I wanted to be their star, but I came unequipped. I tried to uphold all...

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By Poet "Great memories are the best kind to have but some memories bring a waterfall of tears." all little girls like to play dress up mom had great hats, bags and pearls her pretty white pearl necklace was long around my neck hitting my knees her floppy hats were very colorful the...

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Paper. The howl of the last person to put their pencils in their pencil box. In this truth, I experience. Paper within paper. You could boil it. And boil everything gone. And eat the leftover mashed paper. I have several sparkly pens. They are just so nice. If I could write for a few hours at...

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