Lady Poems - Poems about Lady

Culture and Taste** Her walk, her smile, and the way she carries herself embody something far greater than mere Black pride; they reflect the essence of a future First Lady. She knows the reality of being down on her luck and understands the struggle of facing financial hardships. Michelle Obama, a woman of substance,...

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Once adored by beholder, Soiled doves, fall in no longer. From garden to minefield, Avoidance is justified; Inamoured, favourably yield, Innocence gone vilified. Once lured by sweetness, Penetrated, unable to flee; Trapped inside glowness, Choked, unable to glee. Memories gone masterless, History, halted unspree; Living dead and throneless, ...

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beautiful red gushes through the exit beautiful red drips down your forehead beautiful red does not love you no more but beautiful red hugs you for a little while longer oh lady in red, oh lady in red why wont you join us in the place we all desire? dissociate your thoughts till it's no longer there disintegrate your skin till it...

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Inspired by The Lady of Shalott by John William Waterhouse Dear Lady of Shalott, I gaze at thee, and beauties before me, I count three in your time and place, remote. First, the beauty of nature’s scheme and lush expanse of a wild stream. You’re lost in some sad river dream, on your little boat. And, yes, this gorgeous tapestry, and candles...

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She's so wise and courageous She's so contagious She's not everyone's type She's good and bad Depends on how you ride Stay on the tide She takes no bribe, even if you're her tribe. She's a God sent With nice cents Like she burns insects She wears unisex Never urge for sex She's offset Don't upset her. She conscious She never reap Where she...

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A young lady from Shanghai was arrested not knowing why. “Your singing,” officials explained, “too high; neighbors complained.” At once she told the government she had a spheech impediment, and was only practiching to shing but denied she shang high. ...

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'twas 'pon a Venice 24-hour layover, when two male members of our airline crew had quite the separate, yet different, adventure. Flight attendant Number One, who speaks Italian, thought it would be fun to fly his drone in St. Mark's Square... it was fun at first, until he was arrested for doing so. The drone was confiscated...

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She was a gentle lady, sweet and kind She was also a fine friend of mine She was forward looking, hopeful and free She not only loved, but believed deeply in me She cheered me on as my biggest fan There was nothing about me she didn't understand When l was fanatical or quick to criticize, She sat me down caringly, and...

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What a beautiful lady standing in front of me, I imagine what life would be. Her beautiful smile, so big and so bright, Makes me know that what I feel is right. With every laugh and every tear, Communication and understanding are clear. All our fears seem to be put to rest, Whenever she cuddles into my chest. An everlasting friendship and love, Makes...

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Her beauty turned to malison and woe, As ladies, envious, scorn her radiant face, Their hearts, inclined to rivalry, bestow, A bitter enmity, her charm’s disgrace. The world casts down her fortune with its spite, Her colleagues seethe when she but speaks to one, The officers and ministers, not right, Exploit her grace, their honor left...

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Doggone it, I used to make a killin' at casinos, R o l l i n g sevens; killing em' all softly The way The Rolling Stones kill it on the stage. Brimming with confidence, I made my way back, ...

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There was a young lady from Barbados, Who felt that the summer sea was a loss, She spoke against beaches, She called them time leeches, Until one day her home was filled with dross. July 6, 2025. ...

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No, I ain’t wrote. I’ve been caught up In the greatest things they say Life has to offer. But, in the midst Of all my success, I find myself feeling Oddly like a pauper. And in my darkest Days and hours, I get to thinking of the time We spent together. Your whispers Never failed To set my brushes Hissing all across The canvases of summer. It’s strange of me To come back...

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Did you hear about the lady who dressed to appeal to men’s libidinous interests? Most men, she said, prefer the unknown for things lose their adventure when known, and men with gropping hands rarely complain when discovering new, unexplored terrain. The majority I’ve ever met prefer it that way, apparently, seeing it as an adventurous “feel” day. ...

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Oh lovely lady of ivory hair How your pale skin shimmers in the day How your hazel eyes compliment your smile With teeth as white as pearls And lips of a blushing rose Your walk as even as a calm stream And your voice as sweet as honey Such a shame for a soulless shell She holds such...

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