Pretty Woman Poems | Examples
These Pretty Woman poems are examples of Woman poems about Pretty. These are the best examples of Woman Pretty poems written by international poets.
Her chocolate: exquisite olfactory;
She is my flavor, imbibed;
A gorgeous woman, exactly;
Pretty much described –
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Pretty is her countenance:
God has named her sexy;
She’s a flower tethered Heather -
This Angel Reese,
Carved my heart strings:
Geppetto –
Sheep Shandra does not have to go to the store
She knits up her own wool, and she always has more
Today she is knitting an afghan for the king and the queen
they said any color will do, so she is making it green
She dyes it too? The listener was amazed by this news.
She is truly remarkable, said her cousin, McGlews.
If I need a bit of wool, I sit with her and do a spin.
Pretty soon I am covered in her wool up to my chin.
I’m longing for a congress:
To an audience of God, I’ll speak;
Like it’s my mission,
And giving the ghost,
I’ll pray to His Majesty!
If this clock should chime,
May our time entwine our hands;
Her garb is a glory sweet;
Heather’s pretty, I think:
So, let it be –
This woman, I’m willing to love;
Please, Mahogany, last forever!
Her pretty ebony, evergreen frame:
A tenor body dame,
Like a love letter –
Pour into a structure,
Like a yard glass:
Being head over hills,
For the pretty lass;
Her cathedral, to me,
So, immaculate:
A woven golden tone,
Attracting black in it;
Such curves,
Are immersed in beauty;
The human version:
Stradivarius –
dainty handkerchiefs
pretty embroidered flowers
too tiny to use
lavender sachet
permeating bureau drawers
old woman items
Green polka dotted lady was elegant and provocatively pretty
Many gave her a glance, as if she was charming and witty
She sat in a booth waiting for her thirty-second blind date.
The weasel, the coward, was half a minute late
He came breezing in, all dressed out in orange and pink.
What do you think? He wondered. What do you think?
The conversation was all about him – every single word.
The fact that she had three legs seemed a little absurd.
Are you only friendship to me,
Not an enemy, a chosen being?
You have an everlasting pretty;
A smoothie plus twenty,
Who I deem, lovely –
Sincerely, I’m whipped,
By her pretty skin:
Deep;
Her coffee is filled with splendor!
The Amazon effecting me:
Her Melanie;
As a rock is to ripple it:
A river –
I am pretty as I am, fam.
I never needed any glam.
I am so pretty and camp.
I have been a sexy tramp.
She is as fleeting as the koi
twice as skittish
delicate and pretty
life has burned her
a naturalist, who loves Thoreau
a poet, who enjoys Coleridge
She dreams in color
a woman who has been hurt
To approach her, you must be subtle
honesty is the quality she must see at all costs
if you try to approach any other way
she will shut you out like the others
Next time around I will be six foot eight
I will play basketball, and I will be great
Next time around I will be born in a city
I will have confidence, not care if I’m pretty
Next time around I will not care what people think
My own opinions will keep my joy in the pink
Next time around I will be a star with an entourage.
People will lavish me with bouquets and a corsage.
She knows her own heart, wears it well, shows it off.
People want to be with her, she has groupies.
They cannot wait to see her, every year, at the festival.
She is the pretty one with a flowered headband.
She creates while others merely chat.
Her tools are busy, as she develops new products.
A Gemini, she is always busy, never still.
Her smile is a delight, her laugh infectious as the sun.
We do not know her name, it is not important.
She is fun to watch, many come to do just that.
She makes the festival seem worthwhile.
Many buy one item from her each year.
She is always delighted when people buy her things.
Pieces of her soul she has put together in wreaths,
Dream catchers, vases, wind chimes and such
She is a beautiful, modern, lovely, kind hippie