Beautiful Girl Poems | Examples
These Beautiful Girl poems are examples of Girl poems about Beautiful. These are the best examples of Girl Beautiful poems written by international poets.
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Every little girl has one wish
They try it to see how it feels
It could be plastic or cardboard
It could be bright, shiny metal
No matter what, she sees a beautiful crown
She could become a princess
Honored when her daddy bows to her
For a few minutes, she is royalty
In her mind, no matter what she does in life
She will always be the only princess
Just because her daddy says she was.
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she sits across the room and smiles so sweet;
no one is aware that underneath
she hides her pain from all around;
little girl lost, never to be found.
they say she's crazy, watch out for her,
she's not known to play well with others.
but if that's true , then all i can say
is maybe they should walk in her shoes for a day.
i think she's beautiful and strong for sure,
because in spite of all she's had to endure,
she can sit across the room and still smile at me.
you see, it's what's in her heart that sets her free.
we all have our crosses; some are harder to bear,
and when i feel like giving up, i'll see her sitting there,
smiling so sweet and hiding from the world
that brave and beautiful, that strong little girl.
Every snip feels off.
I stare at my own hair.
The sides are sharp today.
The top does not feel right.
I run my fingers through.
It is different, maybe odd.
I pause, not sure I like it.
I hope it grows on me.
Maybe they will like it.
It could be a better look.
Could even catch some smiles.
The girls might notice too.
The mirror feels more kind.
The cut starts to take shape.
Maybe it just needs time.
It might be working out.
I take a breath, step back.
Maybe it is bold, maybe fun.
A quiet pat on my back.
Light catches every line.
I let myself smile a little.
It may be different, but I like it.
I own this change, I own the cut.
It feels good, it feels like me.
I walk away with a small grin.
Feeling good about what I see.
Different, yes, but bold.
I like this new cut on me.
Problems when park in,
To some they show a stop sign,
To some a guideline
From a well-wisher genuine--
To follow and feel so fine.
A beautiful girl,
To boy, a beauty to meet,
To wolf, meat to eat,
To sage, one with the same soul,
All three their fond flags unfurl.
World is a garden
Where whiling time’s no evil,
And God, no warden,
Has bestowed man a free will
To wield, exert or just chill.
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Tanka | 17.08.2025 | problem, garden, girl
Her,
Let's talk about her,
She's always so bright, or it's all about the sight
They way she loves, despite the other's bluffs
When someone says her name
She keeps them without any shame
One day I asked her, what does she want
Said, I have some wishes, can someone grant
To be the one, whose taken care of
As I am soft, like a freshly baked loaf
To just be free, be free as a bee
To walk out the door and be real me
How can I be not objectified, besides they say
I like the way you smiled,
May I not be the one everyone wishes for
To be someone's everything they wish for
She said,
I'm strong, I'm built like this
To be the bait or just live to be his
The list is huge and my clock is clicking
I laugh with a boy and they start shipping
Stress a distress, You have to look flawless
When you're feeling like a mess
Body shaming, no we care for you
Where were you when my hands turned blue
i asked, how do you handle all this,
Said, you should know, don't you know miss!
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 start to ride
Then I ride her recklessly, she says faster.
This fine girl in my street
Don't play with anyone else
She always runs to me
Whenever she's bored
She said she likes my play and the vibes I give.
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 start to ride
Then I ride her recklessly, she says faster.
This fine girl in my street
Don't play with anyone else
She always runs to me
Whenever she's bored
She said she likes my play and the vibes I give.
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 this belly and thighs to be beautiful.
I just need to lose this extra weight to be beautiful.
Not skinny enough.
Bones peeking through skin, but not beautiful enough.
Face sunken in, but still not thin enough.
Fingers fit around my wrists but not small enough.
It’s too small.
It’s not small enough.
It’s too big.
It’s not big enough.
Will there ever be a perfect number?
Will you ever love yourself?
Just you, not the number, or tag.
She loves to twirl and jump
expressing without a care
This is a girl that has big curly hair
her eyes filled with life, makes me want to hug her with all my might.
She can’t sit still, always has something to do
Using her imagination, how I wish I could look inside too.
She’s grown so much, i’m so proud
so happy she exists, she’s changed my life around.
Alcohol to numb the pains.
Cigarettes to taste something other than hate.
Sex to escape the constant loud voices in my head.
Makeup to hide the broken girl inside.
So put together, so stylish, so grown up and mature. Little did they know that girl was always manic, depressed, and anxious.
Giving her body with no meaning just to escape herself. She felt beautiful on the outside, but like a raging storm on the inside.
Her brave front for everyone to see on the outside comes naturally after so long. Just sometimes, she could not push back the overflow of brokenness from her non-healing wounds.
One more cigarette, one more night for temporary relief, only to be followed with guilt.
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Dear girl I’ve never met,
Whether it’ll be planned or not, you’ll always be
in my thoughts.
Crazy romantic, chilled and laid-back — I hope it
will go well.
I’ll try my best to make you happy — I’ll call the
shots.
We’re gonna be singing, laughing, crying — I can
tell.
Dear girl I’ve never met,
Every time I close my eyes, I start to think of you,
and everything we could do.
We could kiss and dance in the rain, just live in
the moment.
Dear girl I’ve never met,
We could go on a car trip and just sing our
hearts out — or I’ll serenade you
just to make you smile, ‘cause you own it.
We could just go crazy and do something
stupid — whatever it may be, that’s the main
proponent.
Dear girl I’ve never met,
I’ll do anything to make sure you’re happy and
healthy.
If something’s wrong, just express it all to me.
I’ll always do my best, even though I might not
be wealthy.
I just hope when we meet you’ll see what I see —
a beautiful girl who’s worth anything,
and captured my heart so stealthily.
Crown of gold curls in rainbow wrappers.
Girly-girl, at two, favored to be beautiful.
Eyelids delight to be painted baby-girl green.
Dolly’s lascivious lashes soaked in black ink.
Innocent strawberries dot baby-blue sleeveless top.
Soon, she’ll be strapless, primping at the vanity.
For now, she holds a mirror with her eyes closed;
her reflection not quite perfected; a natural blush
of lips, cherub-cheeks and baby-fat skin. Shedding
the green, pink, yellow rollers with angel hair bouncing
off her shoulders, and rolling out the hourglass figure
with a perfect pout and hips that shout ‘look at me.’
Indeed, at two years old, she looks in the mirror,
smiles, as her mother approves, and daddy sits
in his easy chair, not knowing to be bothered by
the impending storm of unsuitable guys at the door.
Pretty
Is a concept
You'll never
Understand
If you think
I see you
Through endeavours
Of the hand
I love
You make the effort
Appreciate
Your style
I love you
Past the surface
Just deeper
All the while
You paint
Just like a rainbow
With hues and shades
And stuff
Yet beautiful
Has found you
Already
You're enough