Adventure Woman Poems | Examples
These Adventure Woman poems are examples of Woman poems about Adventure. These are the best examples of Woman Adventure poems written by international poets.
I saw you sitting in the park. I was pulled in by your blue green eyes & they tore me apart. When I spoke to you. your voice was like an angel playing a harp. it melted my heart and I had to try to win your heart.
Once adored by beholder,
Soiled doves, fall in no longer.
From garden to minefield,
Avoidance is justified;
Inamoured, favourably yield,
Innocence gone vilified.
Once lured by sweetness,
Penetrated, unable to flee;
Trapped inside glowness,
Choked, unable to glee.
Memories gone masterless,
History, halted unspree;
Living dead and throneless,
To be, or not to be.
Your smile is where sunrise sings,
Secrets of soft gold.
Break the night with silent grace,
And sculpt the light on her face.
A heat breeze, such a soft silence,
The world feels young when she smiled.
No poet pen, without the painter's tone,
I could hold the brightness that her lips let go.
And when she smiles, the stars lean closely -
Because even they should stop and hear.
Bea was quick-witted, clever and sanguine.
Loving adventure, her escapades fine….
With energy enough for at least twenty.
Did she have admirers? Oh, yes! Plenty!
His tears faded away
with the most concerning
image of tommorrow ever
seen
modern usage of a Jollux
man. Spearing to victory
or so he seemed
as he speared up
meat and cabbages
for the supper he
had planned.
It would exclude his wife
who wished him
to look to something more
healthy
as he would only smile
at the sight of fat and richly
savoring treats.
He used the term
Beef-witted to decribe her
as she only liked to
shame him
might she find support against him
with snoutflairs
aannd consorted people
"those who wished us apart:
mind you they seek tresure
and lack the concern for your
well being"
he told his wife as she
looked lustinhly at the folk
on the hot busy beach.
" might a need to be apart
from me find you with the studs
here watching you
My Darling?"
She frowned and spoke of his
wonderings as trival and him
as crazy: knowing that he
only wished her to
trusted and true to him
Fall time is now here,
I must fall clean with some cheer.
Clothes to a woman's shelter they must go,
helping those in need before the snow.
The dresses, skirts and tops,
are from many different shops.
I even found a couple of hand bags,
pretty as could be still wearing the tags.
My son said,
will these boxes be marked in red?
Yes,
I guess.
I want this one,
take it and be done.
I am keeping all the money inside,
when I saw what he found I almost died.
Boy was he the big winner,
hope he will take me out for dinner.
A woman in a shop
She sat in a shop that sells jumpers and scarves
doing some embroidery for a wealthy client who
wanted his name in big red letters to make it clear
his exalted sanding, but also as a person who
bought wares made by hand
When the man who runs a famous site had
gone in a fanfare surrounded by sycophants
she tied on a silk dress of untold value and
we embraced at the foot of hell
the dress was not for the intended bride
The girl, artis with needles and threads, had
green eyes as a bottomless sea impossible to
read in bedroom light or in a shelter waiting
for the bus to take us heavenward in the sin
of greedy sex and thorn lips
Oh, this heavenly day, a haze of dreams
most of them unfulfilled, lacking in the truth
as something partly remembered, a line
a famous poet wrote, but whatever it was
she stung me with her needles
.
i were there
yep
whence reality emerged 'bout hern torso
but patiently
as mine recallz
well
not patiently
yet until mine almost
old
mine eyne
duke's digits
likewise
mine quivering moist
lips
tarry'd
'til yup my
locked eagerly
hern excited
swollen
I Won't Say It
buuht
sum wear
'round hern long'n
t!ts
*whence used correctly vide supra
*mamma; merriam-webster.com
Latin, "breast" ') whoooo luvz yuh
Poetry in motion
Pretty lady surfing high
A sight for sore eyes.
You were new and unguarded,
Thoughtlessly discarded -
You gave yourself for what?
Broken and badly shaken,
Used once and forsaken,
You could only cut.
A lifetime later, found, -
Your sharp edges were round,
Gorgeous as a pearl,
A woman so diff'rent than
One mistreated by a man -
That shattered, sharp-edged girl.
It must be a gripping tale.
I wish to know each detail -
How you became a queen.
What happened, I'd like to know,
But your beauty does not show
Those long years in-between.
If I danced in the middle of the road
would you grab me or say ‘Go faster’?
Take a chance on a hitchhike across town
or go back afraid of what you may find?
Bohemian hearts wrapped in map pages
hold each destination’s stamp so tight;
I’m chasing the tide I welcome that ride,
life’s a joy as a Maverick woman;
When there is a risk I can’t hit the brakes
I gravitate to and chase adventure;
Bated with a look at a mile high wave,
man let’s go who cares about tomorrow?
Free spirited flights of fancy for life,
riding rogues as a Maverick woman.
In the Movie
" lausia Seek Who Ah"
a Damesel in distress and her lover
are in a cave tied to the wall
with gold chaiins.
The woman loosenes herself
from the chains and stands
before her lover. Before they
could speak a Dark Bearded top hat
wearing man in a black cape
and tight pants appeared.
The woman began saying
"leave him be: you fouled person"
the Cape wearing guy began
laughing: "ha:ha:ha< you
refuse to tell him.
the golden chained hero guy
say's tell me what.
"Ha:Ha:ha!" She is my lover
you stocky freak
who's Disk Funk Cional and
seeks love in vain.
Pasion, he spoke bring yourself to me.
She stood and looked around and
staring the guy in the
face she walked to the cape wear villan
to stand beside him.
Kiss me might he crumble
in dispair.
She kissed him, and said
to thehero type pperson,
might you crumble that I
have not what you need
to be your lover.
"Ha,ha,ha" the villan spoke
and now she is my
vecson, might we be
vile together!"
Youth is a period without commitment,
most prefer the thrill of adventure over ties;
the family word is a very distant thought...
that's when carelessness meets all dangers!
I'm searching for that true woman
who's ready to give herself entirely to me,
who can listen to an unbeliever's plea;
I prefer the sweet taste of honey, not sour lemon...
I had enough of painful lies and despised bitterness,
what would really make me happy is togetherness!
I can't deceived naive hearts and male them bleed,
I've bled enough myself to use this trick on others;
God, forgive me I was selfish, defending my creed...
my conscience has waken me up to right my wrongs!
I'm searching for that true woman,
why do I hesitate to charm her
and put a gold ring on her finger?
It's awesome to have someone to own!
I'm searching for that true woman;
could she possibly be you or someone else?
I'm searching for that true woman...
dedicating myself to her and end pretense!
Look at those meadows
dressed in green.
Such an amazing pink rose
is growing among them.
Disguised with colours,
as a woman out from her shade
to discover a rose
with petals and not only pins.
We
dashed through
the
rainy
afternoon
taking
a
moment
to escape
the deluge in
a corner
café.
Our
stormy
adventure
fueled
an
intense
love.