Young Woman Poems - Poems about Young Woman

The young woman with a whispering voice, prisoner in words as soft as silk, Weaves her silences around her like a veil that cannot be torn, Her demeanor is a dance on a thin wire of bittersweetness, And she knows if a wrong word escapes, the world will become a torrent of judgment. She is not allowed to express...

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When dawn's first light caresses your face, And dreams linger, refusing to erase. The world stirs softly, a whispered song, And you, young woman, find where you belong. In the mirror’s gaze, a future unfolds, A tapestry of tales yet to be told. Each breath you take is a promise kept, In the silent hours where secrets are slept. Hope is the thread...

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You're an angry woman or so the text reads The statues and paintings don't match the text I've seen your image in blue and white hues Very Zen But you thanked God that he brought down the powerful lifted up the lowly and sent the rich away empty You were told not to be afraid, but you don't seem scared At the...

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For her replies a much disagreeable voice Over this daring to rejoice; Any young man’s triggered depression a delight His heart failure by half, her show of might; Not to me different from Arrows of The North Whose poisoned tip summons my wrath. Choosing to in styles sway her hip To ensure that men’s sure steps slip, Admirers’ stops for pleasantries resenting For a...

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Butterfly, from the corner of my eye, you drew my gaze, Wings cloaked in seafoam, hair ablaze with amber and flame, I: transfixed by your figure as you danced into my personal space. I apologize for staring at you for so long it made the world shudder, For inside my chest, heart and lungs stood still in forlorn wonder. Long...

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She dreamt in smoky salmon clouds of dawn, forsaking violets of bitter truth, that he had stayed and not to heaven gone still in the cherry blossom of his youth, that umber hair and eyes he still possessed and held her gently in his solemn gaze whilst with his mustached lips he did profess that he would love her til the end...

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A young woman’s back-bones are never bent for no reason lips are not shapely for no purpose she carries no bag for no intention swims through air as queen hunter for no calculated bright reason if the hair is absent, eye lashes short when those in streets look back not then which God created her wrong?...

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Young woman, listen to me! Attentively and keenly listen; To the crucial message of this word, you surely, must hearken. Young woman, bad company always corrupts good character; Put away slander and gossip; it is ok, to conceal a matter. Stop! Stop it! Stop doing it, young woman; stop cussing! Young woman, it is what comes out of you, that...

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A girl around 13, sitting at a kitchen table of the home where she baby sits, is waiting for the woman of the house to finish getting ready to leave. She is startled by two brazen hands coming surreptitiously from behind her, fingers and thumbs beginning to gently squeeze her prepubescent breasts. Frightened and aghast, the young girl stays...

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the young woman ponders life’s hardships her hair thins quickly...

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In the manner of lovers I embrace the dream. In the nature of solitude I cherish your desire. It is an act without intention, The cause remote; And I am in the web of it With all the others. A little mad With all this exotic experience... Such a fine young woman, Bemused and unresisting... And a little mad, Like the rest of us....

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THIS IS THE ONLY WAY I KNOW TO GIVE THANKS i am joyous- i am overjoyed for the tragedy a young girl came to avoid her mother is now infinitely relieved because i always knew the wondrous woman believed when she got the sad news there was a shadow cast but now the sun eradicated the shade at last there were so...

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She was a woman who fought for her rights Struck down by a mindless murderer An offbeat note in a symphony of hate Her legs will no longer traverse the green campus All of her love Her desires for the future ended A newspaper tells this tale An empty seat in the class Just as spring returns So life will continue The earth still...

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