Short Girlhood Poems
Short Girlhood Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Girlhood by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Girlhood by length and keyword.
Old
lattice
of brown vines
loosening their grasp
from a cracked dwelling-
Nearby, I trace
sweet girl's years
bouncing 'round
trees
She saw see-saw sport, her girlhood days glare in mind, she longed for those days.
O, to be a famous actress
A star of the silver screen
To revel in the tawdry tinsel
The glitter of girlhood dreams
O, starstruck fame-seeker
Is Life a clever ruse
to be acted on a stage
Where's your zest to love and live it
~ Hope you reengage
I thought I should pen-about hot dogs.
That steaming fragrance...ahhhh..
Add some relish and onions.
Or ketchup, maybe mustard ?
All beef hot dogs send me.
Chicago had the tastiest!
Memories of Midwest girlhood days.
I bet you have hot dog memories, too.
10/10/2021
A rose resting by the riverbank,
Tickling my toes in the evening sun,
As I muse in the breezes and wander,
Wander and dwell on my twilight run.
I must take care not to crush your nighttime petals,
Nor spoil the yellow rose of Texas,
That I may remember my girlhood skips,
In the sunshine of nostalgia.
In a world that says I must be pretty,
I struggle with doubts, it isn't easy.
They want me to change, inside and out,
But why can't they see what I'm about?
I study hard, I do my best,
But still, I feel I'm not like the rest.
Insecurities fill my mind,
Wondering if I'll ever find
A way to be just who I am,
Without changing for a silly plan.
No longer may I fight the image
haunting me--hovering over you,
then plunging down, deep inside you,
helpless at an ecstacy that overtakes
my body as you scream assent,
every pore of us releasing love
symbolic of a prayer of thanks;
that man-part of me,
the luscious girlhood in you
confirms, and we are free,
orgasmically complete.
~
This 30th of November,
I can be dragged down by
men
that I loved. And they feel no guilty
I’m caged in maturity.
A little girl tugs my fuchsia leg-split
“Tear it or tear down”.
Fear
of getting lost
Neverland
with a waggish Peter Pan
makes promises and never brings
or the world’s much like flame
in sin where men are hell king.
I fear I'm not enough,
A young girl's quiet doubt,
In this world so big and tough,
I wonder what it's all about.
I worry I can't measure up,
To expectations high and strong,
But I'll keep trying, never give up,
Even when things seem so wrong.
I'll take small steps, one by one,
Learning as I go, you'll see,
In the end, I'll find the sun,
And be the best that I can be.
E xhilarated by a marquee of bright horses,
C arousel of my girlhood…I dance with your light!
S oaring, navigating a riot of a glossy parade;
T o revel in flights beyond star’s gateway
A s my heart thrills from arcade’s music…Oh,
S cenes from past summers replay this joy. I become
Y oung again… while dazzling evening washes over me!
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Ecstacy Contest for John Hamilton
7/1/2016
In your embrace, I wish to be,
Bound by love, yet feeling free.
No chains of doubt, just hearts entwined,
In your love's garden, I long to find.
Your smile, a sunbeam in my day,
In your laughter, I want to sway.
With every breath, with every beat,
In your love, my soul finds its seat.
In simple words, I want to say,
With you, I want to find my way.
No need for grand or fancy lines,
Just your hand in mine, forever entwined.
In a little town, where stories flew,
Lies and whispers, oh so untrue,
People gossip, secrets they betray,
Drama's stage, where troubles play.
Fingers point, friendships break,
Trust gets lost, for goodness' sake,
But let's choose kindness, let's be wise,
In truth and trust, our spirits rise.
In this world of tales and games,
We'll shine bright, not play those shames,
With honesty and love, we'll see,
Gossip's grip will set us free.
Home Is Where The Heart Is
Oh my goodness
"Lets Party, Family Reunion"
Family of 10
Its all good, we stay close knit
Look forward to cookouts
Mardi Gras here is a big hit
Our seafood is the best, fresh from the bayou
My moms the best cook
Shrimp boulettes, jambalaya, just to name a few
Born on the bayou, its in my blood
Could never leave here
Louisiana is where I spent my girlhood
Written by: Debra Falgout
Contest by "SKAT"
Somehow a scene from girlhood days
Will flit across my hazy mind;
To lead me down enchanting ways
I thought I had once left behind
Of Grandma's touch… so sweet and kind.
Her garden floats on dappled stream
Where trees callow burst into leaf,
Our hands gather the blooms, agleam
Which paint a view though spring turns brief--
Yet in my heart… I find relief.
English Quintain Contest
Sponsor: Janice Canerdy
Re-submitted 7/19/2017