Woman P Poems | Examples
These Woman P poems are examples of P poems about Woman. These are the best examples of P Woman poems written by international poets.
Panther-like strength and resolve
Orgasmic vibes slither underfoot
Woman who knows her talents and strengths
Engaging in social scenarios, taking prisoners
Rivals run from her court, trying to save themselves.
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E. P. J.
E. P. J. – a cousin – forth removed, of mine,
who lived in long-ago days – a different time –
who created a world for herself, beginning with rhyme
that took her from the obscure and into places sublime.
E. P. J., was a woman – before her time – with many a hue.
E. P. J., was once, a woman many, many thousands knew.
E. P. J., today, is known by very, very few.
E. P. Js., spirit – in March of 1913 – took wing and flew
to a world / plane beyond the lonely hours, the excruciating pain.
To a world beyond – to the Happy Hunting Ground – to gain
greater insight and freedom from a life filled with the strain
of adventures lost, enlightenment for many, a heart filled with rain
as she cries – within – for all the losses, only memories remain
to tell us of a woman who was far ahead of her time.
Now told to us in prose, in biographies, in rhyme.
B. J. “A ” 2
February 13th 2006
"I am a woman phenomenally.Phenomenal woman,that's me." Maya Angelou.
The first time i read your poetry,back in my early teens,i knew the kind of a woman and the kind of a poet i wanted to be.
The light of your life will forever shine on me,the fire of your writes will forever burn and Your name will forever be encrypted on my heart.
May your legend transverse the unlimited span of time.
You were my idol,and the greatest poetess on my list.
I am honored to have lived in your era!
May you rest in eternal peace.
When I met you, I asked you
Why me? Why me? Why me?
Is there any reason for you
to love someone like me.
You said "Never mind reasons"
And I felt maybe that's the reason
A reason for no reasons I want to hear
A reason I wouldn't fear.
And I asked myself those too
What is there about me?
That something that he liked
and hopefully he might pursue.
I'm not pretty, nothing to love
I'm not sexy, nothing to love
I'm not young, nothing to love
I'm not even his own kind, nothing to love.
So what is there about me?
Something which made him to like me?
Just a regular ordinary lady
Maybe I'm a girl that's extraordinary.
I'm funny, something to love
I'm naughty, something to love
Im a crying baby, something to love
I'm a sweety, something to love
I'm caring, something to love
I'm thoughtful,something to love
I'm smart, something to love
I'm a one fine lady, someone to love
I'm extraordinary, someone to love
I'm a Once in Lifetime Woman, you must love.
But you're not around anymore
And can't hear this paramore, no more
I still ask myself if there could be more
So you can love me, am I such a bore?..:(
There is a poet so foxy and sly
She needs no introduction and that’s why
Her pen is very quick
Almost as fast as her click
See her creativity and words fly
Watch out for the beauty in auburn hair
Things in her path she hasn’t a care
Stay out of her way
On any given day
Or you’ll be the next one caught in her snare
Hurt you she won’t for she wants you alive
Into your mind she’ll sneak and connive
She will drive you mad
Which will make her glad
Getting under your skin where she’ll thrive
This foxy lady is swift and shrewd
Always on the prowl and never subdued
She’ll catch you unawares
Without putting on airs
Your fate determined one might conclude
Wrapped around her little finger you’ll be
No other woman your eyes shall see
Artful and wily
She caught you so slyly
An unbroken heart there’s no guarantee
Let her think since she’s caught you by surprise
That she’s the only one who got the prize
Yet she did you the favor
You’ll be the one to save her
Since you are the real fox in disguise
For the Contest: P.D.'s Inner Animal
Poet Destroyer, P D
has confided to me
that P D
is indeed
a She,
but then again, P D
may be screwing with me.
We shall see.
So I hope this anwers the question you all keep asking me.
"Is P D a He or is P D a She?"
It truly doesn't really matter to me.
Here on the internet we're all gender free
basically.
A woman I could very well be.
Perhaps I'm the widow of theKidster in reality
or his mother who still loves him very dearly,
still in mourning, unable to let go, keeping alive his memory.
Perhaps his already written poems he left behind I post for all to read
and the comments his work receives brings comfort to me.
Something to think about. Wouldn't you agree?