Tomboy Poems - Poems about Tomboy

Years before 13th birthday Sun beckons me run play In the street under golden ray With neighborhood kids on hills of clay Learning to ride bike and skate Playing kickball run chase Playing football basketball too Dodge ball softball all in June In Clanton Park we all are one Hiking green woods under red sun What to do on rainy days Play with dolls do hair...

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Her hands don't feel like satin, she's been working since she was a child. Never was a pure white angel, she was always a little wild. She can fight like a man, but loves like a woman. Some people say she's a blessing, others say she was a bad omen. Never was suited, for the debutante ball, She liked the honky tonks...

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Skirt and blouse - rejecting tomboy Is never the cringing coy: Very early dumps every toy And her milky but effeminate soy, Cheerily ever for the boyish, Forswearing everything girlish… A sex-change operation hopeful And male-fun partaker in full: Never the allergic to drinking contests And exclusive-to-males protests: Not when she has got her throaty bellow And could say A Pure Rebel’s Hello! Cleary not...

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Sworn to secrecy, she told me it had been a long time.. as we sat swinging in a hammock in the late day sun. 'What., are you sayin' you never did it?' I thought what my mom would do if she caught me, and replied 'brought up different I guess'. She leaned back into the netting, perhaps chewing on what...

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my momma chased me around the house to comb my tattered hair and that pink frilly dress she could never get me to wear , cut I'd rather be out with the boyz in the mud and muck crawling on my hands and knees to push my Tonka truck...

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she was born with wings hiking boots and inklings urges to run out and explore she just couldn’t ignore Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~DARK CLOUDS~ 2020 AP: 3rd place 2020 Submitted on April 20, 2019 for contest RITHIMUS DIVISA sponsored by GREGORY BARDEN (extract from my poem WANDERLUST WITH A MISSION originally posted on August 18, 2018) -...

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Our tomboy caterpillar’s metamorphic tendencies Preceded her in reputation and in wherewithal Her human indoctrination was a metabolic oversight Uncharacteristically uncalled for, and clearly filled us with wonder. We stood by eagerly, awaiting instructions, As a magnificent metamorphosis changed our Muddy, earthy, plain, now tiara-featured princess Into a teenage butterfly, ready for the prom. All we have to do now is clean those...

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Little darling You’d be so sweet With your hair done up in pigtails Dressed up in a pink frilly dress Your tomboy ways have charm They’ll get you far in life Running in the park and Challenging yourself A doll hardly seeming like an option You have the eyes of a leader The drive of a champion But please enjoy your youth And most of all...

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the tomboy self conscious in her bathing suit posted on August 4, 2018...

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Tomboy colors true Seeks the hearts of the handsome Pink clouds refine dark Russell Sivey...

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I never met a better fella until I met Ella Ella was finer than Esther but stronger than Joshua. She's gat crude swags both in the way she sags. Her mother who often nags would burn masculine stuff from her bags. Her handshakes are so loud like a clap in the midst of silent crowd. Her hair, always bound, like ponytail and it makes her...

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Become Tomboy Become Tomboy Some people might annoy And often showy. Don't care what you say Enjoy her anyway Even come what may. One more poem should write About how you liked to fight Sure was such a sight. James Thesarious Hilarious Horn Retired Veteran and Poet Designed to be an encouraging poem....

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You achieved fame and fortune during the Sixties. You achieved it by starring in The Beverly Hillbillies. For nearly ten years you entertained us as Elly May Clampett. Now you're gone forever and it's something your fans regret. When you became famous, it was what you deserved. Men loved your beauty and they also loved your curves. You died on New...

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I was fascinated by frogs, dinosaurs, and outer space. Comic books, video games, and fast cars to race. I got my clean clothes dirty and skinned my knees. I spent my afternoons climbing high up in the trees. Came home from the playground with shoes full of sand. Went fishing, and held up my catch with my bare hand. I would...

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As a youngster, I looked like a boy…there was nothing girly to be seen I could run topless without comment until the age of about fifteen. I could climb the highest tree, jump the highest fence I even dislocated the shoulder of the man teaching me self defense… I could run forever eating the wind - but was never...

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