Life Girl Poems | Examples
These Life Girl poems are examples of Girl poems about Life. These are the best examples of Girl Life poems written by international poets.
life’s a rush,
and i’m in the middle of it.
sixteen—
they call it the flower of youth,
but honestly, i just feel like
my roots pushing through stone,
small, stubborn,
aching for light
in a world too heavy.
the clock runs faster than me.
classes, books, exams,
every note i take feels like
a brick i’m laying
for some future house
i don’t even know the shape of.
my mind is hungry,
i feed it every day.
words, poems, philosophers,
all the questions nobody dares to ask out loud.
i’m trying to make myself
into something solid,
while still soft enough
to feel everything.
sometimes it’s beautiful
the thought that i’m blooming,
that every word i write
is a petal unfolding in silence.
sometimes it’s terrifying,
what if i bloom too late,
or bloom wrong,
or the world never even notices i grew?
and still, i run.
sometimes without knowing
where the finish line is.
but maybe that’s the point,
that life isn’t about the answers,
it’s about the rush,
the blooming,
the daring to grow
while time refuses to slow down.
and maybe, just maybe,
one day i’ll look back
and see that all along
i wasn’t just running—
i was becoming.
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.
© Poem XIV/IX/MMXXV
LRET
Within her frame, a world is formed,
A heartbeat echoes, soft and warm.
Yet hope is stitched with threads of pain,
A sacred journey, not in vain.
She walks with feet too weary, sore,
Each step a trial, yet she bears more.
Restless nights with fleeting dreams,
Her body stretched at fragile seams.
A sudden craving grips her soul,
For sour fruits, or bitter bowl.
Strange hungers rise without a call,
She longs, she yearns, she wants it all.
Her back bends low, her breath runs thin,
The tide of labor swells within.
She grips the night, she bites the day,
As life prepares to carve its way.
And when the pain breaks like the sea,
Hope crowns her womb with victory.
Her cries give birth to sweetest song,
A mother’s strength, eternal, strong.
Just a little girl with brown hair and brown eyes.
She used to spin around, dressed up in her tutu and crown, back when life seemed easy.
Little brown-eyed girl, still waiting to be set free from all the weight she carried.
That little girl, growing with each passing moment, letting the magical experiences become memories.
Letting herself become free of the past that once drained her.
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!
So much can change so quickly in a life.
Love is the path, not a destination…
When feelings become thoughts of “man and wife,”
It takes blood and tears, and perspiration.
We think this might be where we’ll always be,
As peaks and valleys make us whine and groan.
The road ahead is truly hard to see
But hardships lighten when you’re not alone.
We long for love to last eternally
With someone who will set our hearts a-whirl.
We fear a life alone is destiny
And pray that girl meets boy and boy meets girl.
It’s true, love alters your entire world
When girl meets boy and boy, at last, meets girl.
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.
“It's a girl!”
The female form, the rounded edges
that soothe and nurture
Shaped and created by gentle hands
to fit a shoulder under a heavy arm
Beast of burden
I was formed this way and
now I am bruised and soft
from the many blows life has landed upon me
As ages pass,we continue to strive
to be seen for who we truly are,
not just the labels fixed to our mandatory name badges: “GIRL”, “WEAK”, “EMOTIONAL”, "WIFE", " MOTHER"
We are all of these and so much more.
We are none of these and that's ok.
they forget about yesterday
when the world held our bond and sewed our lips
When our bodies were public domain... were or are?
Will they repeat injustices because they've forgotten?
The world watches us for signs of inadequacies
Do they ever dread the color red?
Or, worse, do they ever pray for it?
Hopelessness
When your body and mind are disconnected
When your falling in a sea of darkness and accept it
When the silence is loud you can hear your heartbeat
It's the feeling of a deep pit
In your stomach
All the contents of your stomach being Consumed by it
Replaced by the feeling of sickness
Leaving a taste of lingering bitterness
Creating an atmosphere in which you question what is the point of living When life feels so meaningless
Clouding your thoughts and taking your happiness
Leaving you with nothing but emptiness
A lingering ache in your chest
Rendering your heart stressed
Pumping the tainted blood around your body, travelling to the mind leaving you depressed
Having to deal with the lifelong effects
She died in a body she hated
Her last memory was watching herself get assassinated
How she died isolated
Surrounded by a see of white faces
Who stood there being witnesses
To something that would be talked about across the ages
Her blood had painted the pavement
The cop stood there admiring his painting
She died in a body she hated
She didn't even get to experience the freedom
Of what it's like to experience self love
All her life she had spent her time being critical
To her blackness
Not only was her time stolen
But she didn't get to experience the joy that comes from
A black girl taking control
And realising she was never the problem
It was the system
Who destroyed her self image
And finally realising her blackness was a superpower
She died in a body she hated
The cause of death: racism
She died in a body she hated
Not realising the only reason they hated was because of their envy
And jealous behaviour
She died in a body she hated
Without finally understand her full potential
She died in a body she hated
Before her life had even started
Just another day
Clocking in and clocking out
I’m so tired of this
I want to see what being rich is all about
I’m day dreaming about a life of no stress
I’m working my ass off while trying to pursue my dreams
I’m appreciating what I have but not getting too comfortable
I want to have a life of purpose
I’m a working girl
I clock in and I clock out
I envision the life I prayed for
The life I will work for
I’m a girl with dreams
A girl who works for what she wants in life
Nothing has ever came easy for me in life
It’s just another day
Clocking in and clocking out
A working girl following her dreams
That’s what I’m all about
Her soul was starved of acceptance
An aching hunger wanting to be fed
Her body weak
Not from the lack of food
But for the lack of love for her skin
Being black meant a life where no matter what she did
She would never win
She couldn't control her race
But she could control her body
She wanted to be invisible
And the only way she could make that happen was to disappear
Her body, her skin, her mind
A place of imprisonment
But she could control how she decorated it
To her that felt like a rebellion
Even if it meant she lost herself
Deep down she knew this wasn't right
But she just didn't want the fight
She was willing to make that sacrifice
With every meal skipped
She got weaker and weaker
Not realising how she was getting closer to death
Mistaking it for freedom
She had got everything she wanted
Just not how she expected
She realised a little too late
How true this statement was
The world wanted her gone
And she had finally given them what they want
She always hated the sight of blood
But now it had become her greatest comfort
She felt her blood was the only one who understood
What it was like to be judged
Both hated on for their colour
Both wanting to be hidden
Both wanting to be invisible
Each cut sent waves of euphoria throughout her body
She wasn't a masochist
She just loved being in control
It was a distraction
From all the racists
Who consistently punished her
For her skin colour
She didn't know if she could deal with it anymore
She didn't want to be here no more
She had always wondered about life after death
What would happen?
Would she finally find peace?
Or would she forever carry the weight of her race for eternity?
All she wanted was to exist
Without being discriminated against
Without someone bullying her for her skin colour
She was tired
Whilst she was stuck in her mind
She hadn't realised
How deep she had cut
She saw how much blood she had lost
She wasn't sad
She was just numb
The last thing she thought of before she succumbed
Was freedom
You’ve been holding on too long,
To shadows where you don’t belong.
But girl, it’s time to break the chain,
Release the hurt, shed all the pain.
No more tears for what won’t grow,
It’s your time, just so you know.
Pack your strength, your heart, your dreams,
Step into light, hear your own screams.
Level up, rise from the ground,
Find your voice, your solid sound.
Leave behind what drags you down,
Wear your crown, reclaim your town.
You’re not defined by what you’ve lost,
Self-love is worth any cost.
So stand up tall, and then believe
It’s your life to level up and leave.
She just wanted help drowning
Everytime she tried speaking
It felt like a cold hand gripping her throat
It felt like racism breathing silence in her mouth
To other It looked like she had been saved
But she knew she had been condemned
To a life without freedom
She couldn't pretend
She didn't want her life to end
She wanted an out
And maybe the cold hand could help