Short Girlish Poems
Short Girlish Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Girlish by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Girlish by length and keyword.
Lovely girlish figure be damned.
I’m having that cheesecake no matter what.
Just try to stop me.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
gigantean gibber-gabble gives girlish gander goose genuine goluptious
gobbledygook glorifying glimmering glimpses of greasy glossy glittering
goose gossip.
A veil of white lace
obscures my bride's face
as she
walks with girlish grace
in her practiced pace,
look-see;
soon, she’ll take her place
standing pure and chase
by me.
With one this self aware
So attired, twirling round
As shows off, whilst in sync with
True femininity
Woman, on full display.
Its sex as dignifies.
Girlishly youthful, albeit!
Girlish like; loose and free!
gigantic girlish ghouls gathered at Gate’s gazebo
glabrous ghouls glistening grotesque globs of gloom
gothic goldbricking good-for-nothing gossips on the go
green-eyed grandstanding grifters, guests of green groom.
Lacey ghost liked her name, and lived up to it too
She was frilly and frothy from her legs up to her boo
Flittered and fluttered like the butterflies and faeries do
Lacey ghost was girly-girlish with white bats that coo
Some are my best friends are pigs from the farm
Don't ever say that to a member of the local gendarme
The quickest way to handcuffs
Meals of mouse turds and stuff
Best bow and declare they have girlish charm?
Mood-enhancers
For their music.
Mind-entrancers
Time slows; then stops.
That voiced sweetly
In rock-skipped brook.
As wee, feebly
Recall. Sad plops!
One, as girlish
Whom once, greeting
Street-leapt, a-swish
Hint of love drops.
Charming child, your apple cheeks
give an appearance which bespeaks
of girlish innocence.
I have ten dollars and ten cents -
Now that you have gained my trust,
do with me what you must.
Sell me cookies, 'lil booger,
and kill me with loads of sugar.
The Love of My Life
Flowing tresses of.blond hair and deep blue eyes
We flirted, promising our undying love for each other
I was captivated by her girlish charm and wit
After nine steamy months it came to an end
I moved to a new school district to start third grade
Now I lay me down to sleep
in the arms of a woman who lets me keep
the legend of me, in my mind.
My old woman is terribly kind.
Now I lay me down to sleep
in the arms of a man who lets me keep
my girlish reflection — his eyes a mirror.
My old man could not be dearer.
Biting through strings on girlish giggles
harrowing the echo of church bells;
Overpowering with sweetness
rolling in good times that tune foretells,
Magick you always want to join in,
tragic to know it’s a small circle;
Fabric that has been stitched together,
dramatic their chorus of chortle.
Sun seeking sunflowers' stalks stand stylishly sleek
Bite birds, butterflies on beat before blazing blooms
Farm fields fire-up framing fascinating flourish
Gushing green grass giggle with girlish gaiety
Still soil sings soulful song to silent seeping saps
Reaper respectfully rallies with rapt rapture.
Burly bright boys
And curly maned misses
Naughty night noise
And candy cane kisses
Sweetly sampled shapes
And soft hungered hips
Nicely nibbled napes
And lollipop lips
Gleeful girlish giggles
And playing footsie all day
Wishful wanton wiggles
And tootsie rolls in the hay
S-So very loving most of the time,
I- intuitive and informative rhyme.
G-Girlish with laughter and bright,
N-naturally polite.
A-Apple of my watchful eye,
T-together anything we will try.
U-Understanding is your love,
R-rather fits you like a glove.
E-Eternal is my devotion,upon the
sea of maternal emotion.
With each of a feminine
Girlish swishing head
As one droll inhibited *
When not rainily diffused
Select gazing has confused
Worsen's waiting's grief
Up-swirls the one dear figure.
Sylph apparitions's!
So colours the emotions
As brighten a day's face-trait
Recognized alone of it
Gives this heart relief.
* umbrella
Your exit teased before turning around,
Quickly gaze to expose who you've found,
My boyish blush spotted by girlish glow,
Our eyes lock in tandem as we both know.
Naturally break in two genuine smiles,
Heart dropping moment without denial,
Vunerable selves were almost too real,
Frankly our chemistry made time stand still.
Raspberry rubies drip from her lips
My mush-mouth tongue drops to the ground
Girlish giggles as she sashays hips
Gearhead's freight train drowns out all sound
Damn the torpedoes, full steam ahead
This wreck scheduled to arrive and shine
She flips the switch on the tracks instead
Breakheart Pass skips a worn-out line
On long summer days lets sit and talk awhile,
Making time for each other, endless conversation
( I think we could talk forever...)
Sitting in the garden,soothing cups of tea,
The sweet smell of boarders; brimming with colour.
Glasses full of lemonade, sun hats, happy smiles,
Endless girlish chatter, that's what friendship brings to mind.
When your boobs begin descending
When your bottoms getting bigger
When you put on extra weight
And you’ve lost your girlish figure
When you find a friend in chocolate
When you’d rather read a book
When you take of all your clothes
And nobody wants to look
When you get a water bottle
When your feet are always cold
When the night sweats come to haunt you
It’s a sign you’re getting old
i miss the way she looked at me
i miss the way she held my hand
i miss the softness of her cheek
i miss the games and girlish laughter
i miss the passion in her day
i miss the time she'd spend with me
i miss the years cruelly stripped away
i miss most the things she had to teach me
but since she's been gone i recognize
she's been the angel watching over me
AP: 3rd place 2025
Behind the elaborate mask I wear
You are a tempting sample of wine
Beauty to behold, your face serious
With a dazzling smile, girlish delight,
With the most enchanting looks
that would melt the coldest of hearts
You are exquisite, warm, beguilingly innocent
The list is endless...
When I see you now,my heart flitters
and now more than ever,
I crave for your glowing angelic presence
Happy Birthday!!
Latin Class
it is written all over him
in words of gesture
phrases of swagger and strut.
the swirl of his cassock, proud
as he flashes into the room
Latin books at the ready.
there is a smile
smouldering inwardly
for only he to see.
I am wanted, he thinks,
they do not know why.
his dark handsome eyes
survey a breathless room
the thorn in their girlish side.
it is safe to display illusive wares
for I am untouchable.
Midnight came and went as perilous as a wolf howling at the moon.
—by poet
Tease of time, palpitating pearls,
she’s flirting with the bluest eyes,
framed in heaven’s clouds. Girlish curls
capture a sigh and peer clockwise.
With princess charm, she winked, half-turned
to run, ascend the starry night.
One glass slipper in moonshine; spurned
like a pauper in class-ignite.
Will the foolish prince sip from the glass?
In the kitchen my mother stands
Blue bowl in her work rough hands
The cracks and chips my fingers trace
Remembering the lines on her tired face
The bowl is full of memories sweet
Of her stirring up some special treat
If I could have just one little wish
We would stand together with her dish
Stirring up some breakfast batter
The room filled with our girlish chatter
The old blue bowl is with me still
In a place of honor on my window sill