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Iron Lady Poems - Poems about Iron Lady


The Iron Lady
Well, I remember my Mom as the Iron lady forever I fear no more her strictest rules I am now back on stage with this clerihew I was a victim of the Iron lady's strictest rules Probably herself has forgotten but me I can remember I remember those days when there was no human rights: She will call me peacefully as...

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Categories: iron lady, appreciation, celebration, character, inspiration,
Form: Clerihew
Iron Lady
She is an Iron Lady Stealing all the stock of steel She is an Iron Lady To steal steels...

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Categories: iron lady, irony, woman,
Form: Free verse



Mom
A four lettered word love it is But do we know it's true essence It's a pious feeling which breaks all the fence The love a Mom has is immense The way she nurtures us in her womb The smile she gives us in our gloom She makes our life cheerful and steady She is our personal iron lady The best creation of...

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Categories: iron lady, love, mother, strength,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Margaret Thatcher - the 'Iron Lady'
Politician Margaret Thatcher No man could match her First lady Prime Minister at number ten It had always been a man till then! Clerihew Contest Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich She was nicknamed 'the Iron lady' during her term in office 1/23/19...

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Categories: iron lady, humorous, political, power, woman,
Form: Clerihew
Iron Lady
She’s dead But will always stay alive A beacon for everyone with a gripe Thatcher snatcher was their war cry When with apparent vigour She tore asunder all society held dear A divisive strong willed fighter With femininity covering a steely frame She moved gracefully among men A force of reckoning In a world sphere where enemies are held dear She finally met her maker But...

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Categories: iron lady, political,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member The Iron Lady
With complete confidence, I the writer, knowing my wit and charm had always gotten me what I wanted in the past, entered the room. There she sat on the top of my desk, this cool black beauty, ignoring me completely. My mission, to get the scoop. They called her, ‘The Iron lady’; not my type, but...

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Categories: iron lady, imagination,
Form: Personification

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