Happy Woman Poems | Examples
These Happy Woman poems are examples of Woman poems about Happy. These are the best examples of Woman Happy poems written by international poets.
what's not to love!
I'm fun and I'm quirky
unusually charming
I like to be happy
and it doesn't take much
a kind word a warm smile
from a guy who's got love in his heart
so, i was checking with one of those A-I music making sites to see if they could give me some music notes to replace so many discords in my attempt to make music in your life.
i realize some of my opinions have nothing to do with making music and not forgetting that women are very complicated species,even yours! no discords.
so, i say A-I, whut do you suggest i do to make my love happy. A-I replied, the next time you have an idea..have her sit down at the piano with you ,reminding you..she's yours!, less discords.
Is it still life? Her Quest for Identity.
Tis' stilled life
This still life
Distilled wife
Still - That's life
Mime wife.
"Playing dumb while acting the role."
The unspoken influence of mothers on their daughters.
My mother in her work environment, and my mother at home were two completely "different" personalities. At work, I saw her happy and bubbly, extrovert, chatty, friends with many.
At home she was subdued, walked on eggshells, kept us quiet while my father was at home. I understood: better to keep quiet, than be beaten. I'm breaking my silence, not hers. :))
Aqua Marine: 4th April 2025.
Standing under the hot sun
The sand of the beach singing melodies of tingling to my toes
I watched your summer body as the sun kissed it
Running away from the waves of the ocean
Your curves and edges bounced
Speaking volumes of your succulence
You were happy and full of life
Turned a few heads in your direction
You became the reason for many erections
I didn't mind
None of theirs will feel your warmth
The sun can kiss your body
I'm the one going to kiss where the eyes of the sun cannot reach
Young Woman
You were not made
You were carved
You were not created
You were built
God had nothing to do with your creation
He is too conservative to create such a gorgeous weapon of mass ********
Damn!!!!
ABSOL
Women’s Day
Women, the other side of life
Of Life. The Life can’t live
Without this side. Loved lives
In my life missing this side
But in my mind exists this life
I love ladies, all of them on the side
My side too, happy to know it
I am not alone, I feel all of them
I love You, I love you, Women,
Without you not exists the life
Please, open the gate to your
To your life, give me your side
Change and make for light
My heart
The Women’s Day
The best day of the year
We can say thank you
We can ask the ladies
For forgiveness
Our sins are so heavy
We have been hurting
Women for thousands of years
We are saying and waiting
the forgiveness
Happy Women's Day!
Woman, the source of nourishment and happiness,
With a sweet soul, like that of a guiding angel.
Woman, the bedrock of a peaceful nation,
Nurtures and brings everyone to the table
To learn respect, compassion, and unity.
Woman, a being to adore, cherish, protect, and support,
Is an elegant queen, deserving of our love.
Woman, the one who lightens burdens,
Comforts with smiles and a warm hug of hope.
Woman, the symbol of care and kindness,
Brings balance, harmony, and joy to life.
Happy International Women’s Day (IWD)
Today is your birthday my love
You are in the mood to celebrate
The moon shone brightly last night
Heralding beautiful sunshine this morning
In appreciation of a paragon of beauty
Born some years ago
Wonderfully and beautifully made
Enigmatic and tenacious
Determined and loving
Audacious and outspoken
Visionary and persistent
I wish you the best life can offer
You are one in a trillion!
Happy birthday my love
I’m too this, I’m too me, I'm too that,
Too happy, too sad, too thin, too fat
Why do you want to be with me, you louse?
I am as irrational and deranged as the Winchester House.
Your criticisms have been a long time coming.
I can sing them in my sleep, they are always humming
I am too weird, I am too mild.
You think you are the adult and I’m your child?
I have a word or two for you.
But pouting is awful to watch, so I’ll be blue.
Keeping my thoughts to myself, to keep safe.
You are no prize or prince, old Rafe.
You will be lucky yourself to find a normal gal.
You are not a friend, a good lover, a confidant or a pal.
I will keep these thoughts to myself, of course.
But your brain is mean, and your skin is coarse.
You have a smell I cannot put my mind upon.
I think I’ll go off with your friend Big John.
We will not think of you at all, old Rafe.
Being with you has been a big disgrace.
My garage houses sixteen hundred paintings you see.
Large cartoons on canvases, painted by me.
There are floor to wall shelves, crammed full.
My garage is alive, a living, breathing happy soul.
There are garden tools –spades, trowels, a yellow rake.
Two axes to chop trees, for nature’s overgrown sake.
In the corner is a pink frig full of crème soda too.
If they are cold and fizzy, I am never blue.
My garage houses masks, statues, and teacher’s things.
Somewhere in here are purses, one with two diamond rings.
I have not found it yet, for there is a lot of stuff to sort.
There are balls of all shapes and sizes, for every kind of sport.
There are two cars – my husband’s is sixteen-years-old.
There are garage sale signs, written in magic marker bold.
A bike, riding lawnmower, shoes, boots, and mittens too.
Material, yarn, tools, office paper, books, and hot guns full of glue
O lady, banish my monochrome days
and weave your coppery threads into
a dim red florescence of coyote words;
There you stand draped in beige chiffon
against the Tomistic piety of a striptease sea
continuously playing with creamy pastels,
O lady, gallantly unleash your plump cherubs
and licentious cats with that Guerlain
je-ne-sais-quoi witchery of your vanilla
perfume darts; throw a rain-soaked
dusty rose like Madame Pompadour,
I am flying into the sugary abyss of setting suns,
My whole world is tinted in Bouchet’s
Prussian blue and silks of flickering coral
as the dragons keep fighting in the heavens
to bring us April showers and champagne pearls.
Young or old; beautiful or ugly
Rich or poor; right or wrong
Soft or hard; kind or cruel
Strong or weak; busy or lazy
Friend or enemy; sweet or sour
Wise or foolish; bold or timid
Love or hate; laugh or cry
Happy or sad; yielding or unyielding
Silent or loud; obedient or deviant
Resilient or grumbling; independent or dependent
White or black; oriental or occidental
A woman is a woman is a woman;
Different from a man.
A woman in a long skirt
Elisabeth Line, sitting on the train, in the station the door is opening
A young lady steps into the carriage and sits down next to me; hmm
And sits down on the seat next to me. Hmm, my hair is grey, I am old
She is the woman in a long skirt, yeah, oh a real beauty; a great life
She can not be a part of my life. Or the part of my life. So young kind
A slender flower, a perfect noble thin kind, honest, and a virgin of Life
The beautiful phenomenon of the best creatures of life’s of God. The Life!
The Life! God is the Winner of His best of Him creature of life. Oh, God!
Skirt flutters in the world, she is walking in the forest in my mind. Love?
No. Love does not exist in my life. Existing love in life? Let’s be kind.
Be kind. I wish this lady a good and so happy life, a kind life like of life
Hmm. The question is the time. Time takes us far. See you next life.
Love
You
from
Heart
Great
Meeting
with
You
Us
Marta’s kitchen was exactly the same as I remembered.
I had not been here in at least thirty two years.
It was clean, tidy, and smartly organized as always.
a workable kitchen, with a happy sink, she said.
I had missed her, and her fresh vegetables.
But now you are here, she said with a wink.
The Woman Who Could Change Colour
Morning, noon, and night
she could change colour though with remorse.
Did that mean she was special or just have really bad luck? Well, the latter of course!
She changed to red,
She changed to orange yuk.
She changed to green, and for a small fee
she mimicked many coloured objects (not a truck) too well
some were left dumbstruck.
But she wished to make an honest living.
Unexpectedly one morning her wish came true
after her changing colour impressed at the Job Fair
a very important employer Mr Blue.
She was honoured and happy to be new
traffic lights outside Elmwood Zoo.
I hope you find yourself calm; next to me, in uncommon, repose
Like a peony, your beauty willingly unfolds so naturally plain
I found myself undeniably happy in the feelings to you; I expose
You heal my wounds; the ones that no one else knows
Written for you with hearts; bright red as blood in a vein
I hope you find yourself calm; next to me, in uncommon, repose
As chain lightning brings devastating storms to a close
You are the scent of loves white clouds; that freshly made rain
I found myself undeniably happy in the feelings to you; I expose
Such a magnificent being you are; scarring off all my crow's
Sadness of time: It's escaping like blue water down a drain
I hope you find yourself calm; next to me, in uncommon, repose
My heartbeats, brake with you, and everything simply slows
Somber eyes defined with every speck of their hourglass grain
I found myself undeniably happy in the feelings to you; I expose
With simplicity, you have watched as my feelings arose
Continue being you; stay that course; it's so easy to maintain
I hope you find yourself calm; next to me, in uncommon, repose
I found myself undeniably happy in the feelings to you; I expose