Amazing Women Poems | Examples
These Amazing Women poems are examples of Women poems about Amazing. These are the best examples of Women Amazing poems written by international poets.
She was a force to be admired and feared at the bowling alley
We stood back and watched, shocked by the ways of Mallie.
She stood up straight and tall as she walked to the line
Her strikes were amazing, her repeated spares were fine
Who taught her to bowl? We asked each other
Was it her grandpa, her father? Her cousin? Her brother?
It was another woman, said her grandma. It was her mother.
Another fine bowler, who arrived in a few.
Now we could watch not one amazing woman, but two.
Aunt Marge’s Christmas letter sat unopened again.
Most of us walked by it, and said “not by the hair
of our chinny chin chin”
We knew what it would hold
Accomplishments of her six awful kids
We had nothing to do with them
Thanks to their behaviors
our family reunions had been on the skids.
This one is perfect.
That one is fine.
Billy is the president of railroad nine.
Tommy is an outstanding citizen now.
Her children were all amazing, wonderful,
her family a wow.
Aunt Marge has been bragging about them
in Christmas letters for fifty three years.
In truth they are spoiled brats
have caused lots of us tears
Her braggadocio bragging is annoying to me.
That unopened letter finally finds its way to the trash bin
without being opened, as our family all did agree.
she showed off her well-toned lovely derriere
the gorgeous artwork was amazing to see
fantastic and realistic; brilliantly created
a skull that looked ready to walk out of her hip
not something I could do, but on her it looked marvelous
when she left her house she was running
not as fast as a cougar, but swift for a two-legged
she wanted to get away and think
in order to do that, she had to leave the electronics behind
her husband’s television sets were on twenty-four, seven.
There were eight of them.
prairie had an amazing wind today; you knew you were in Kansas.
she knew she needed to change her life
where would she go? when would she leave?
no time like today, right now, her heart said.
she felt refreshed, cleansed, appreciated by the wind.
she sat; her hair whipping around her like a weak spider’s legs.
she began to plot
to plan
to scheme
to imagine
to visualize
but then she heard her baby’s cry
so she wandered back, into the land of the non-thinking.
Be your favorite cheerleader daily
And who are you cheering?
Why you, you, you
And why do you do it?
Who would benefit better?
Say really good things about your hair and your sweater
Here is a mirror exercise to get you started
Remember, only positivity, so you can be kind-hearted
Hello gorgeous, you say to your reflection
She will smile and giggle, an amazing confection
You are brilliant! You say, with a hip hip hooray
Toss some streamers in the air, dance in some way
Celebrate you
You are your own best ME ever!
To do this daily is wise, smart and clever
She had spells other witches only dreamed of doing.
Her pot was full of exotic homemade recipes she had stewing.
Her spells were legendary, her ingenuity was amazing.
Goats, cows and chickens were in her kitchen, grazing.
She calls the animals, and they come, bending to her will.
A cardinal and rooster just flew into her open windowsill.
What concoctions will she invent today? The other witches wonder.
She brings on a storm complete with lightning and thunder.
My queens and heroines,
Truly beautiful even when off-screen
For it is truly their love with most gleen,
Which captivates me, just like sequin.
My queens and heroines,
So amazing, yet so beyond reach of my means.
If only I could see them leave their limousine,
But alas I'm less than who deem them as so mean.
Aunt Martha had a knack for doing a lot with a little.
I spent a day watching her purchase a plethora of baskets.
She bought an assortment of sizes, colors, and shapes.
What in the world was she thinking? She already had enough stuff.
A week later I visited her, and saw she had turned them into wall art.
It was amazing and wonderful; something I could not have visualized.
What do you think? She asked me.
I thought she missed her calling.
She should have been an interior design decorator.
Hippy woman, born twenty-five years later, and yet, here you are.
A throwback from the seventies, a free spirited, sassy shining star.
In the winter, you bring the sun, and you light the world too.
On your deck this morning, you have rid the world of all her blue.
Hippy woman, with your beautiful hair and your amazing smile.
I love it that I can watch you wandering around, you have such style!
On your balcony, sunning yourself, unaware that we are watching you.
Neighbors love seeing you in the morning; you take away our blue.
Neon purple reflects the delicacy of the almond tree forest
Majesty personified standing between delicacy and the wilds
Decency prevails with claws of yearning, exuding gorgeousness
The woods reflecting a psychic bond that ignites the sky’s imagination
I walk through wearing hope and imagination on my shoulders,
A fairy’s touch could not paint this amazing hush and silence.
I feel feline, feral, feminine and cat-like. The moon gives me permission.
I devour the deliciousness of the moment, knowing for a fact
I will never be able to replicate these woods or the fragrance
Of these amazing almond trees. So I curl up, soaking up the moon.
Enjoying as much as I can, hoping to never forget this feeling of power.
Sky exudes optimism which uplifts me, a gift of enthusiasm and joy.
I have drawn simply gobs and gobs of fantastic tree women.
Some make me laugh hard, being upside down, with feet in the air.
Some have women faces, others have crazy female trunks.
They are drawn with my artist’s heart, painted with precision care.
It is amazing how creative I can be with my paints.
And glitter, and brushes of particular animal hair.
No one is safe from my imaginative fun and games.
Visit me, and your fantastic face may end up on a chair.