Girl Poems | Beautiful and Inspiring Poems about Girls

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    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

     

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