Short Ladylike Poems
Short Ladylike Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Ladylike by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Ladylike by length and keyword.
Sweet ladybugs are not so ladylike
When frightened by oldster or a young tike
Squirting yellow liquid that tastes horrible and stinks
Putrid smelling, worse than corpses of six rotting minks.
magnolia is ruffled, delicate, pretty like lace
her fuchsia petals and fragrance showing off
accenting her Georgia ladylike charm
she has difficulty feigning humility
knowing what a beauty she is
My sister Susie loved picking her nose
To her chagrin her little finger froze
It was stuck so far
Doc used a crowbar
Finger up nose - not a ladylike pose!
14TH January 2016
Hi there angel of gold
Part of my plan is raising you bold
Solving the statistics that bridges your crazy and your ladylike code
Till I can harvest your deepest emotions with a minimum devotion
I try not to use expletives,
When I get in a stew.
Swearing is not ladylike,
It's not the thing to do.
Perhaps I am no lady,
Because all too quickly I find
When I see unfairness
These words spring into mind.
Limpid lake blue eyes of lapis lazuli
Light like luminous lifeless lucent moons
Those lovely lively lustrous luscious lips
Taste like leathery little lingonberries
Yet, those loathsome lethal lavender pink lips
Lacked my long-lasting ladylike interest
While that ludicrous lawless lackluster brain
Literalized a lexicon of lazy lowlives
Too much is enough when one is full up
Had plenty to eat and plenty to sup
When feeling bloated
Tummy’s explosive
Cough loud and say sorry for the hiccup.
If by chance you should have become legless
Aim for the best, to not feeling reckless
It's not ladylike
A sure fated vice
You may find that you have become feckless.
Each woman will become a Muse,
proudly cheering her sisters on.
When the enemy’s sword is drawn
there is no way you can refuse.
Soft gestures, those ladylike cues
graceful in blue jeans or chiffon.
Each woman will become a Muse
proudly cheering her sisters on.
Whether whole or wearing a bruise
her inner strength is never gone.
She can be vibrant or withdrawn.
It doesn’t matter which you choose,
each woman will become a Muse.
Often at midnight, she jumps on my bed;
she comes to me then on her four small feet.
How softly on my blankets she does tread.
So beautiful is she - genteel and sweet;
she reaches out her paw - her way to greet.
It soothes my spirit to be petting her,
for dulcet is her lullabye - her purr!
This green-eyed feline beauty is all mine.
Like black and silken midnight is her fur.
So ladylike is my cat valentine.
Oct. 10, 2020
For the Dizain Poetry Contest of Emile Pinet
As loud as drums drumming
Screaming amidst the air
That voice you heard from the wind
You know it belongs to her
She had bunch of videos
Telling world that she’s crazy
But at least she’s not faking it
Like a same told story
Not as prim as manner ladylike
Always make fun of herself
But what is something about her?
She knows how to speak for herself
Down from her head to toe
She makes her own identity
That hyper damsel at school
Soon be prim when she'll reach at 20.