Lady Poems - Poems about Lady

these are only musings, musing on her and the grace she moved with and I wonder did it come with age, a self-assured wisdom after the growing ache of a man looking through her crumbled to ashes? did she bloom beneath that disposition undisturbed, unflattened by Invisible Woman Syndrome? ...

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Lady with that undeniable charm, falling for somebody too soon can be a mistake that'll bring pain; lovers look for joy, not harm! I admire honesty before I greet beauty, sadly, I sense a glace of uncertainty from a lady with that undeniable charm; come down from the throne of pride Lady with that undeniable charm, your virtue encompasses all the others; it's a fine...

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might be time to shave ...

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Good Morning! Good Morning! I said. Now I have a good one. Answered a lady, a shop assistant. Sunday morning, I understand you. I said. Yes, it is. But now I feel better. She answered – Morning sunlight shone...

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Beautiful lady She had her daddy's eyes She had her Mom's smile. She had her grandpa's strength She had her Grandma's style. What a beautiful lady she would have turned out to be. Oh wait a minute, she did, that beautiful lady was me. ...

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She had her daddy's eyes She had her Mom's smile. She had her grandpa's strength She had her Grandma's style. What a beautiful lady she would have turned out to be. Oh wait a minute, she did, that beautiful lady was me. ...

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{based on a classic joke} A lady briskly walked one day, To work, not far, just blocks away. She passed a shop with parrots near, When suddenly, she paused to hear-- "Hey lady!" squawked the feathered spy, She turned, confused, and met his eye. "You’re really ugly," said the bird. She gasped! "Did I hear what I just heard?" Fuming, off to work she...

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REGGIE WHITE SIGNING AUTOGRAPHS AT UNIVERSITY MALL THE DAY YJAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY PLOTTED TO HAVE ME MURDERED OVER MY POETRY THE KILLERS LAY AWAITING FOR ANDREWS TAHOE TO PULL IN THEY PARKED IN FRONT OF MY DOOR IMAGINE KILLERS HIDING IN A WASHER A DRYER AND A REFRIGERATOR TONI JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY MOTHER...

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I was in a hurry and could not find my favorite sweater. My friends had gathered, and I could not find my rubber ball. It was time to play, and I could not fine my favorite slingshot. Marbles was my favorite game, and I could not find them. There were always numerous items that I could not find. It never...

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The tattoos all over the body of that young lady ~ what will they look like when she's seventy or eighty? I'm afraid the ass of that sweet young lass smelling flowers above her reclining lover in the grass will slowly start squatting down on his bearded face, alas....

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As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on...

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A Crying Lady Not too long ago, on the train, I saw a lady. Young, slim, intelligent eyes Nice face. Oh, very likable. Light brown back-tied hair. Lovely. She cried She sat shyly. She was alone. She waved her beautiful legs in front of me I sat on the side seat. She was sitting in the back of...

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Eight beautiful lines . Sponsored by Constance La France Posted 28 th March 2025 ~~~ Of all the portraits on the wall I gaze in awe , I stand and stare Her gentle smile has me in thrall A maiden, pretty, young and fair Her features tinged with rosy blush Compelling eyes and curling hair A masterpiece from sable...

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The lady had her day Of bright lips and mystery In summer she was Muskeg Each winter a monsoon It was as monet Her refusal to weep And had my courtship Proven less lissome If I had not cast lots With vagabonds and dreadnaughts Then perhaps, say I, perhaps Time would not be vain And the lady Still ever vivid in circumstance And moon fall...

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Chocolate pools for elegant eyes Language a tool devoid of lies Satin skin no flaws like a dream Warming voice speaks as if to sing A ballerina could move like that Much reflected in your laugh Humble and kind so delightful Past your prime but who would know Hair like a halo defying gravity air Flair I say so in the clothes...

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