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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sexie
girl
lady
woman
up night
at
lovuh
tap
* this write werks be'n read
in one quick breathe <]')
We met in the Philippine’s tropical glow
Those days feeling like dreams drifting soft and free
Your laughter in the air made the whole world slow
The time shaping a path meant for you and me
You crossed to the states with a hope we could grow
A beautiful life built by distant decree
Fifteen years have shown love will never depart
Beautiful island girl is home for my heart
.
i flex mine
torso'z push
limbz
mine rusted
uhhp
umph lock
got'chuh
now did that hurt
"((mmph))"
.
that pink
silk
such sweet
soft
sleep'n
with thew'z
yourn
sheath
twist'n yourn
hug'n
camberz true
eyne
.
yet
not church
in
'tiz sunday'z expletive ( i testimony)
mean
.
fromg
frost
twist mine in
yourn hot
my
comforter
love'er
maid
((for mine every))
*ooops, i meant made
yeah i did
,)>
.
belt this out i
did
with mitt
hern
tight 'round mine digits
hern
l'il tall
short
proud uv mine brawn
.
i came for thuh
roan
certainly too
it's
saddle (shhh
i meant saddled)
i'd'uh never agree'd tuh
take on that thar horse
if'n that purty skirt
'tweren't 'tatch'd
to it
Uptown girl living the dream
She gets dolled up on saturday night
anticipating date all week long
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
well hello there ~ wowza girl
and a very good morning to you
is that a new dress !
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
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.
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.
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
amazing beauty enthralls and excites
a curly haired dancing girl
shaking up libidos
.
"i walk'd in to this
furniture store
'shh'
and all by hern lonesome
straddling thuh thick arm rest
uv a sofa
there her'z were
and no one in sight
and yes
bold edvard sat
write
'right next hern spandex'd
pretty"
oh yesss
i had her for
i meant
over
for dinner