Dark Dark Girl Poem by kyle potter
Dark girl so filled with strife
Dark Dark girl she’ll take your life
Dark girl stay for a while
Dark Dark girl she makes me smile
Dark girl she shows no fear
Dark Dark girl is always near
Dark girl wont see her cry
Dark Dark girl just wants to die
But Dark girl lives in the dark
so you dont see her painfull mark
Dark Dark girl may never know
just how much the light can show
Girl In Waiting Poem by Susan Williams
the girl waited beneath the golden tree
the golden tree shaped like a vase
a vase of golden leaves
a vase of shimmering golden leaves
a vase of trembling shimmering golden leaves
the girl waited there beneath the golden tree
beneath the end of the season tree
shedding leaves fall after fall year after year
upon the cars in the high school parking lot
shedding leaves now on the girl waiting
on the girl waiting and waiting shivering
shivering and quivering in the chill autumn wind kicking up
kicking up flurries and scurries of all things fallen
fallen and discarded
test papers and pop quiz papers tumbling and wind-chased
and fast food wrappers and soft drink cups rambling and roving
while she waited there among all her fallen memories
waited while memories mixed with all the golden leaves
waited while the chill autumn wind came swirling
came swirling and whirling with the leaves
came swirling and whirling and whispering and weaving
weaving in and out of the long fall of her golden hair
whispering in and out of the shimmer
the sheen and shimmer of the long golden shower of hair
of the teenage girl
of the broken teenage girl
of the tiny fragile broken teenage girl
waiting beneath the golden tree shaped like a vase
waiting for her boyfriend to come back
The Girl I Used To Be Poem by Pia Andersson
My tree will know it all
the tree of my childhood
with the endless branches
and the many whispers
My tree remembers
the girl with the wind in her hair
the girl with the crazy laughter
the girl with the fear of living
the girl I used to be
before
In my tree
everything I want to be
will be
In my tree
I can see the world
but no one can see me
My tree remembers me
the girl I used to be
before
There Is A Girl Inside Poem by Lucille Clifton
There is a girl inside.
She is randy as a wolf.
She will not walk away and leave these bones
to an old woman.
She is a green tree in a forest of kindling.
She is a greeen girl in a used poet.
She has waited patient as a nun
for the second coming,
when she can break through gray hairs
into blossom
and her lovers will harvest
honey and thyme
and the woods will be wild
with the damn wonder of it.
I Am A Very Simple Girl, Very Simple Poem by Dr. Debasish Mridha
I am a very simple girl, very simple.
I only know how to love, how to care.
I only have kindness and joy to share.
I am a simple star without a twinkle.
I am a very simple girl, very simple.
I am not a famous dancer or singer.
I can feel your dancing heart with my finger.
My heart is longing for love, very simple.
I am a very simple girl, very simple.
My purpose of life is to get joy and happiness
By touching your heart with loving tenderness
I am a simple girl, I am the life, very simple.
Why Was Cupid A Boy Poem by William Blake
Why was Cupid a boy,
And why a boy was he?
He should have been a girl,
For aught that I can see.
For he shoots with his bow,
And the girl shoots with her eye,
And they both are merry and glad,
And laugh when we do cry.
And to make Cupid a boy
Was the Cupid girl’s mocking plan;
For a boy can’t interpret the thing
Till he is become a man.
And then he’s so pierc’d with cares,
And wounded with arrowy smarts,
That the whole business of his life
Is to pick out the heads of the darts.
‘Twas the Greeks’ love of war
Turn’d Love into a boy,
And woman into a statue of stone-
And away fled every joy.
A Life-Lesson Poem by James Whitcomb Riley
There! little girl; don’t cry!
They have broken your doll, I know;
And your tea-set blue,
And your play-house, too,
Are things of the long ago;
But childish troubles will soon pass by. –
There! little girl; don’t cry!
There! little girl; don’t cry!
They have broken your slate, I know;
And the glad, wild ways
Of your schoolgirl days
Are things of the long ago;
But life and love will soon come by. –
There! little girl; don’t cry!
There! little girl; don’t cry!
They have broken your heart I know;
And the rainbow gleams
Of your youthful dreams
Are things of the long ago;
But Heaven holds all for which you sigh. –
There! little girl; don’t cry!
Autumn River Song Poem by Li Po
The moon shimmers in green water.
White herons fly through the moonlight.
The young man hears a girl gathering water-chestnuts:
into the night, singing, they paddle home together.
Li T’ai-po
tr. Hamil
A Crazed Girl Poem by William Butler Yeats
THAT crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling She knew not where,
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.
No matter what disaster occurred
She stood in desperate music wound,
Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph
Where the bales and the baskets lay
No common intelligible sound
But sang, ‘O sea-starved, hungry sea.’
This Girl Poem by Julie Bond
This Girl In The Dark
Has a beautiful face without a name
And a beautiful smile to hide the pain
This Girl In the Dark
Has cuts up her arm
Loves nothing more then self harm
This Girl in the dark
Doesn’t know how much longer she can keep trying
Everyday she’s slowly dying
This Girl in the Dark
Sits all alone
Wants a place to truly call home
This Girl in the dark
Wants nothing more then to be free
I know this because this Girl is me