She Poems - Poems about She

one lone bird tries to interest others in conversation twee wee wee wee twee wee wee wee no one takes her up on it I cannot see her but I feel her frustration I wonder if she is a bluejay they seem to be ostracized and friendless...

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False promises can occur when you never hear them, but they are confirmed through action. As we walk through the rhythm of the blues we succumb to the feeling of depression. Let the clock strike after the words have been sent! Hark to the bells when they start to ring. What care do we have when the...

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After she left, they said she was a complicated and mysterious soul, She had secrets hidden in the corners of her mind, shadows she never revealed; Her gaze never matched the smile that seemed painted on her face, She wrote words no one read, lost in time and space, Cried silently in bathrooms, with the faucet running, hiding her...

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There's this fine girl In my street She said I'm very sweet She licks me like ice cream When the play starts She gives me high screams. Her body shape Just like the coca cola bottle She said she likes my muscles She likes the way I grab her She got the best styles and wine When we...

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There's this fine girl In my street She said I'm very sweet She licks me like ice cream When the play starts She gives me high screams. Her body shape Just like the coca cola bottle She said she likes my muscles She likes the way I grab her She got the best styles and wine When we...

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She did not fall— She flowed. From the breathless stars to the edge of form, She shimmered between sound and silence, Becoming light before becoming skin. She walked the void barefoot, Carving paths in places the sky forgot, Speaking in colors the earth hadn’t learned to see. She was music before voice, Fire before flame, Knowing before name. In lives long buried in salt and smoke, She...

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She is Well Versed, Abundant and Blessed by Sara Teasdale She speaks in tones the stars would keep, Soft syllables of hidden seas, Her laughter wakes the buds from sleep, And scatters warmth through autumn trees. The world is richer for her gaze, Where light bends close to kiss her face. Each step she takes is spun with praise, And lilies bloom to scent...

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in person she is an introvert her writing exposes her hidden hurt real people do not know or see her but her writing is honest and pure Heartfelt feelings on a page to see more open than any thought she’d be an introvert in walking talking life but her writing holds truth like a knife...

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when I was too small for words, my mother would dream me. I’d say “A” and she understood I wanted eternity. The next day, she’d place it in my spoon....

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She's steadily Keeping me busy Even when I'm idle She's always on my mind Because I miss her like breath She's an idol She's always racing in my mind. My mind is flooded With thoughts of her I think I'm addicted to her A moment without her It's the moment of hell She's my heaven, the one I lean on. I've been lost In her way Without...

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she cries in the heat of this longest summer day no rain to hide tears summer rain is slow clouds drift in like a whisper ~ a promise broken and grief like a coming storm with thunder the rain is here ...

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She Does Not Chase Light She does not chase light. She is the myth the men forgot to write. The goddess of the long, slow burn — hips like prophecy, voice like a key dropped in honey. She doesn’t beg for warmth. She remembers the fire. She is not the muse. She is...

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She kept walking—until emotions burst. Weeping, she cried out in a public space, Where no one cared enough to stop or see The woman breaking at the corner of the road. In her sobs, a memory returned: A voice, a message— New beginnings, And a man who stood like a torch of light In the dim glow of night. But greed mocked her, And laughter...

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she felt like his prey personality deceased no longer herself trying to please him angry sullen little man enjoying her pain she felt constricted attempting to make him glad her soul was dying did she realize she aided in her abuse sadly I think not...

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