Girl Prose Poetry Poems

Well, here I am again… at my crossroads
I can tell they are mine
The marker I.D. reads “Between a rock and a hard place”

“What a shameful...

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When consulted, the mailman said,
"Sure, put a little daisy on the mailbox if you want."
So we all put on daisies.
Martha put one daisy.
I put up...

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I am off to join the carnival
Can I go, Mom?
Can I go?

No, honey, you have to stay here.
Learn to cook.
Sweep the floor. It is so...

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Guess who I saw today, 
A little girl!
When I saw her, I smiled because I remembered you,
I remembered you, my younger me.

I was told that...

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In a world spun from the threads of reality and dreams, there exists a girl. Not just any girl, mind you, but a girl who...

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Foster child had not seen a kind smile like this for a long time
People usually had awful things to say about her
She was not accustomed...

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Celtic through and through
Irish from her tip to her toe
Ginger haired with verdent eyes
Her face is the map of Ireland

She must be from Dublin one...

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When I was a young girl, the dandelions that appeared in our neighborhood captivated me. I spent countless hours walking down the street plucking the...

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Gaslight me, baby.

I don't want to hear the truth. Tell me you love me. Say you need me. Promise you'll never leave me. Convince me...

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In Canada, the First Indigenous Communities sadly watched as the ground 
penetrating high-tech equipment searched and found the unmarked graves
of residential school children. These children...

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I remember the girl with the emerald eyes
many thought she was a witch, and said it
under their breath, giving her a wide path

I befriended her,...

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in 1923 girl babies were named Nancy, Susan and Ann
boy babies were christened John, Michael, and Joe
then the flappers came along and changed everything
Now girls...

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I heard a little girl laugh
it was tittering and tingly
it made my heart explode all over
where was it coming from?

I walked around the Alzheimer’s unit
looking...

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The Old Child That Is Living In Me
When the Time was beautiful and Life clean and meaningful, we were those toddlers to waddle in shallow...

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*** Sketching the Ballerina ***

It is well, quite well after midnight. 
My pup lies fagged on the blanket
    as close to me...

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