Beautiful Woman Poems | Examples
These Beautiful Woman poems are examples of Woman poems about Beautiful. These are the best examples of Woman Beautiful poems written by international poets.
Uptown girl living the dream
She gets dolled up on saturday night
anticipating date all week long
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Perfect Woman
Conductress. Hatvan-Somoskoujfalu trainline in Hungary
I often travel on this line. Beautiful view from the window
Amazing, this land. This is my heart. Magnificent, lovely villages
Loving to come here. Heavenly destination. It’s my land
Hmm. Home. Good to feel this air. Feeling. Only one. Exists here
Frozen time. Always the same. Past, present. One. Here. I am.
A lady. On the train. I saw her many times. Beautiful. Conductress
Hmm. Smiling always. Hmm. I love her. She is perfect. A perfect. Woman.
Mature. Nice apple. Fruit. Hmm. I can’t taste. She has family
I love her
I respect her
Hmm
I get off
At my station
Two ways to live, love:
Dwelling on banks of Ganges
Heavenward to move,
Betwixt breasts where heaven is,
Forgetting moral judges.
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Translation (Tanka, Senryu + couplet) | 32.08.2025 | woman, beautiful
Note: Here is a verse (in Anushtubh meter) from Bhartrihari’s Shringaara Shatakam (hundred verses on love and romance). Where and how should one live? The poet offers two alternatives: Either on the bank of Ganges for spiritual pursuits or between two breasts of a beautiful woman in pursuit of passion. The verse creates here fine assonance with two pairs of rhyming words-- paapa-vaarini vaarini and mano-haarini haarini. Here is the transliteration:
Avaasah kriyataam gaange,
paapa-vaarini vaarini |
Stana madhye tarunyaa vaa,
mano-haarini haarini || 67 ||
.
stood hern stark
did
for mine
click click click
long term
see
whilst
crouch'd i were
for thuh
"lift that
spread them
lay back"
lenz'
teaze
Voluptuous Betty Boop
threw men for a loop
always sassy and flirtatious
delightfully curvaceous
Creative, intelligent, some would say wise.
Beautiful with a personality twice her size.
She’d never give me a second look,
I’d just as soon sit here and read my book.
Maybe she loves sports, that would be a surprise.
I don't know who is she
Where she come from
Or what she does for a living
But how beautiful she is
When i look at her and
I know nothing else
But the mere evidence
the person she was at eight a.m. did not recognize her three p.m. self
She had thrown away two or three “I will never's" that day
transmogrifying herself into a willing flexible chameleon
no one else noticed, which amused her slightly but lightly
Part of herself wanted to scream her new truth, but she was shy
Her muse took the helm and wrote about it, but who read it? No one.
Notice me! She was screaming silently from the inside
Self-absorbed, no one offered her time or attention.
Wait! Hope walked into the room, in the form of her old boyfriend, Roy.
He caught her eye, and then her hand. She felt like a fly trapped.
You are more beautiful than ever! He told her. His smile was crooked.
He looked delighted with her; she knew it was the alcohol speaking.
She had completely transmogrified herself since he left her.
Did not bother to share her changes though, he was clearly not interested.
She searched his face, wondering who he was seeing.
the person she was a few minutes ago, barely recognized herself.
He was paving over the cracks
She wore black underwear
The night was grey
Her nipples came alive under the soft, silky material
And for a time, he was lost in lust
She liked married men
They had wives to go home to
He was fighting guilt and pleasure
Mostly, he was fighting himself
She watched him go
Men and their women, she thought
Money was her man
Plain and simple
The drive home was guilt in miles
Quietly opening the door
Slipping into bed with his beautiful wife
His beautiful untouchable wife.
One Amazing Woman
She walks with grace through storm and flame,
A heart of strength, too wild to tame.
With eyes that see through walls and lies,
And kindness deep as midnight skies.
She lifts the weight no one can bear,
And hides her pain with utmost care.
Yet in her laugh, the sun breaks through—
A warmth the coldest days pursue.
Her voice can soothe, her hands can heal,
She loves with fire, bold and real.
No crown she wears, no throne she needs,
She rules through quiet, fearless deeds.
She dreams, she dares, she stands her ground,
Where others fall, she’s glory-bound.
A soul that dances, fierce and free—
She is the woman I strive to be.
One life, one light, one blazing flame—
Forever proud to speak her name.
she changed
No, she grew
she learned
she earned
she healed
she understood
she chose herself
she set boundaries
she prioritized herself
she stopped explaining
she stopped chasing
she embraced solitude
she honored her truth
she reclaimed her voice
she softened and stayed strong
she loved herself loudly
she became her own home.
"Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim."
— Nora Ephron
A beautiful picture which God has drawn
Here name..........Fawn
You are a spring of living water
That quench the thirst of man's suffering
You are the source of inexhaustible energy
Source of joy, optimism, beauty and light
For your man and for the entire family
Know that you are beautiful, soft and gentle
You create a sense of fulfillment to a man
You are like fireplace that needs fire
An expensive commodity among the world of energy
No amount of money that can buy you
Ergo, you are the most valuable fire of a man.
She had her
daddy's eyes
She had her
Mom's smile.
She had her
grandpa's strength
She had her
Grandma's style.
What a beautiful lady
she would have
turned out to be.
Oh wait a minute,
she did,
that beautiful lady
was me.
I see here that shy woman
Prefer to wear bright colors
But why I see her wearing red
I see her gorgeous catwalk
The woman in red is dangerous
Don't touch the woman in red
The lady in red is beautiful
The woman in red is fire
Is shy woman nowadays a trend
Or form of fashion to passionate.