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.

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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

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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

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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

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Male Rage Poem

© Pier Giorgio Di Cicco

Feminism, baby, feminism

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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.

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Skirt, My Pretty Name

© Crosbie Lynn

and the space between my name and myself grows larger until... .- Rosalie Sings Alone

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Carrie Leigh's Hugh Hefner Haikus

© Crosbie Lynn

Hef brings me flowerstiger lilies, ochre veineddowncast, sleek black cups

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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

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I See Her

© Colombo John Robert

I see her stalking the fashion section of the mall,Her attire and apparel revealing, suggestive

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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

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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.

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Shopping

© Christakos Margaret

She goes from store to storewanting to spend money on herselfto forget him, his belligerent asshole idiot self.

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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)

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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

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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

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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.

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The Pied Piper of Hamelin: A Child's Story

© Robert Browning

(Written for, and inscribed to, W. M. the Younger)