Girly Poems - Poems about Girly

Milly and Jilly played afternoon tea With delicious cakes and fine pottery Both looked pretty with flowers in their hair And faces aglow, such a happy pair. They drank all the tea and ate all the cakes Not a crumb was left, they had cleared their plates Happily they sang their favourite songs Their mommas joined in with the sing-along. Soon they were...

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Scrunchies and spongies and panties. Oh all the many things a girl needs....

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Girly Pumpkin Head is sitting on the front stoop Around the side of the glorious scarecrow chicken coop The teenage ghosts and ghouls are giving her the eye Watch out! Says Grim Reaper, you do not want to die. You see, he has his scythe out and is ready to rumble. With a rock and a roll the October clouds...

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swirly girly colorful wonderful faerie your tangerine pink hair makes my heart leap joy, enthusiasm and creativity surround me when you creep next to my ear whispering a new poem...

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Lilian invited us to her recital she was a quintessential tomboy We could not imagine her in a skirt Or as a dancer We attended anyway, for she was our friend. We had always seen her in bulky sweats. We had no idea she was light on her feet or that she could look girly. The prima donna was a whirlwind of activity she...

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There once was a little girly Who thought she was the best She was confident so early She knew she is different from the rest But one day she saw someone Who was like no one He was always ahead And that girly was afraid She lost all of herself She thought she is worthless She screamed "I hate Myself!" She saw herself in darkness But...

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Girly hedgehog is so feminine and fine She should have suiters falling down in a line My hair is perfect, my smile is a delight What is wrong with these boys? They simply aren’t right! Maybe you are too perfect, a butterfly suggests. I agree! Throws in a wise robin from her perch on her nest. You mean I am too...

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I need a VCR to expain some things like Why they called me an bundle of sticks or told me to shut the front door in my face. My first Ladies' fest of course taught me to follow mom's rose petals to the soup kitchen age 11 and we can find my mother together there Before that it was "He-She" or...

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Cute little Charlotte had a curly curl everyone thought her a girly girl a sweet, secret smile men she would beguile then bade them all to give her a whirl...

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Girly Stories There may be unexploded shells or rats that squirm among the sordid waste. But only girly stories each one tells as they walk home together in their fearful haste. Keep the children from the things that prey on their being children day by day. #4 9/29/19 Make IT Six Poetry Contest Sponsored by Joseph May...

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Girly Time Women do wear watches why can’t they tell the time Them watches should be bigger with a megatronic chime Ladies think appointments are a little like a date They keep their doctor keen by being twenty minutes late My wife booked up the dentist an appointment made for ten She grabbed her coat and left the house a minute before then The trouble is it’s...

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I was never a girly-girl. I am not a sorting, throwing away, cleaning girl. I am definitely not a wash-the-dishes or wash-the-clothes girl. I am more of a fill-up-your-spaces with junk girl. Buckets of junk, baskets of junk, junk to Put junk in, junk to sit on top of other junk. I love thrift stores, garage sales, and flea markets. Antique...

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These pink glassy stones Don't have any uses If I run out of reasons I'll make up excuses They wallow in bowls for pure decoration and hated by every man in the nation. 12th June 2011...

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I have wondered at what completeness truly is.... What would “walking on hot coals” actually feel like? Would completeness really involve that? And if it did, could I actually do it? I have wondered at wholeness.... Would I recognise it? Doubted it could be mine. Surely I would know? I have wondered at happiness.... Pondered over its everlasting-ness. Experienced so much, lost so much. Had to...

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