Woman Iambic Pentameter Poems

The night before the longest day a man
Went walking on the chalk path on the hill
Collecting stars. He had a little pan
To sift them as...

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WHY MEN ARE CALLED GROOM AND WOMEN BRIDE

Hullabaloo and cacophony etched in your Union,
Soliloquies to break up with your said-protagonist of a spouse,
You forgot your...

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He came to her in the still of the night
she wondered and thought if she looked a fright

One look in his eyes no word was...

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Is it ok for Miss Lizzy to talk
about the taboo

truth What sexuality really means
to a woman like

me and love sex as much as men that...

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I smiled at you as you sang Christmas song
you stood enthronged by others, bringing cheer
my heart was sad; it thought of all that's wrong
and why...

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It's hard to be a woman, I confess
Must care about your looks, your walk, your dress
you're told time and again, you're meant to please
and so...

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I will not dim my light so you can shine
I will not still my voice so you can scream
I will not quench my blaze so...

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When God created you, the heavens rang
A symphony of praise and jubilee
Celestial ones with rapture danced and sang
And rainbow hues burst forth with joyous glee

We...

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Her face etched firmly to her new found heart
Her heart now healed  just waiting its restart
a True love hope brings her to standing tall,
no...

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Your light at night will draw many men out 
In black your light-candles a love call out
They will emerge at night at break of black
Your...

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A hiding place, a warm and darkened room,
A lit doorway, bright against the dark,
Cold against the warmth, a frame for odd
Assorted stranger-forms whose faces loom

As...

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"The Mews of Mademoiselle  L'Vampyre" 
Your lady of the night, if you'd so choose,
counts on the dark within her Left Bank mews
to hide her...

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 Warning, this poem is dark. It is inspired by the  Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer.

Gather around and hear of the strange day,
When three...

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I wish to write another song
to show my soul some dignity
which trodden was for ages long
by demons of antipathy
that all its joy 'pends not on...

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A parasite, attached and fed on blood,
Within the woman he began his growth
As did his hunger and defining form. 

And, writhing, flailing in a cushioned...

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