Women poems
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The Fever
© John Donne
Oh do not die, for I shall hate All women so, when thou art gone,That thee I shall not celebrate, When I remember thou was one.
The Anagram
© John Donne
Marry, and love thy Flavia, for sheHath all things, whereby others beauteous be;For, though her eyes be small, her mouth is great;Though they be ivory, yet her teeth be jet;Though they be dim, yet she is light enough;And though her harsh hair fall, her skin is tough;What though her cheeks be yellow, her hair's red,Give her thine, and she hath a maidenhead
That First Year
© Pier Giorgio Di Cicco
i wrote poems mainly that first year,picking garbage, doing dishes, humblingmyself among men who doubted me for having gottenthe world's publicity; what did i want with them, anyway?but after a year they saw my touch and needed an armaround them; men without women can use an italiannow and again to laugh christ off the cross and make him dance;make the devil look a bit foolish
The Most Extraordinary Women in the World
© Pier Giorgio Di Cicco
These are the most extraordinary women in the world,they do not go to bed at 11 p
The Elephant Lady's Drawings
© Currin Jen
We came out of the gardenand there were brides in the trees.You faked a birdsong.I had something to say to your motherbut the ancestors are as inconsiderateas they are deaf.
Skirt, My Pretty Name
© Crosbie Lynn
and the space between my name and myself grows larger until... .- Rosalie Sings Alone
Carrie Leigh's Hugh Hefner Haikus
© Crosbie Lynn
Hef brings me flowerstiger lilies, ochre veineddowncast, sleek black cups
Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
Part IA silver ring that he had beaten outFrom that same sacred coin--first well-priz'd wageFor boyish labour, kept thro' many years
midnight grocery shopping after watching days and days of viking week on the history channel
© Couture Dani
grocery cartswould not make good long boats:too many holes
I See Her
© Colombo John Robert
I see her stalking the fashion section of the mall,Her attire and apparel revealing, suggestive
Marching Men
© Coleman Helena Jane
Flaring bugle, throbbing drum,Onward, onward hear them come,Like a tide along the streetSwells the sound of martial feet;On the breeze their colors streaming,In the sun their rifles gleaming,Pride of country, pride of race
King Bee Blues
© Clarke George Elliott
I'm an ol' king bee, honey,Buzzin' from flower to flower.I'm an ol' king bee, sweets,Hummin' from flower to flower.Women got good pollen;I get some every hour.
Shopping
© Christakos Margaret
She goes from store to storewanting to spend money on herselfto forget him, his belligerent asshole idiot self.
Queen (9-10 p.m., Eastern Standard Time)
© Christakos Margaret
I was just trimming the beard about my sex(Sorry if you did not know royal women do this)
Lines to Mr. Hodgson Written on Board the Lisbon Packet
© George Gordon Byron
Huzza! Hodgson, we are going, Our embargo's off at last;Favourable breezes blowing Bend the canvass o'er the mast
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: Canto the Third
© George Gordon Byron
I Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smil'd, And then we parted--not as now we part, But with a hope
The Rubaiyat of Omar Cayenne
© Gelett Burgess
WAKE! For the Hack can scatter into flightShakespere and Dante in a single Night! The Penny-a-liner is Abroad, and strikesOur Modern Literature with blithering Blight.
The Pied Piper of Hamelin: A Child's Story
© Robert Browning
(Written for, and inscribed to, W. M. the Younger)
