Women Beautiful Poems

the women of my lifetime
are women of a lifeline
they teach me kindness from bright minds
the ones who
despite it all
are still planting seeds
in this ugly world
turning...

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[Note : For FINISH MY POEM CONTEST
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Tuesday 15/4/25
1st two verses by Mystic Rose Rose ]

(3rd Placing in Contest)

As she drinks nectar from...

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Beautiful are folk with hearts of gold
Unsightly are those with hearts stone cold
Take some time to learn of someone's worth
You may get major surprise of...

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               they're there
        ...

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Perpetual
Intellectual
Mother
Just another
Smother, then cover
“Too weak to recover”
“Be our good maid”
“Just to be betrayed”
“Don’t give her a voice!”
It’s not love if there’s no choice.
To deal with...

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How one twenty first century married mortal male (me - Matthew Scott Harris)...
found himself bewitched about Circe,
particularly after reading book title by the same name.

An...

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How do these women cut with their bare hands- their surrounding net?
Well, I refer to- Jane, Margaret, Aphra, Virginia and Charlotte,
Who are well known even...

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If you asked me what beautiful means,
It’s being loved by a strong woman
Empowered, chasing her own dreams,
Engraved with grace on soft moon, beams

A thoroughbred she...

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Everyone is incredible 
Yes, this is true 
But let me tell you 
About what we as women do
We have done so much 
That people said...

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She rises with the morning sun,
A warrior’s heart, a battle won.
Through storm and silence, light and shade,
She builds the world, yet stays unswayed.

Her hands have...

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Keep not her voice—
Let. It. Echo. Free.
Watch her unfold—
Oh, how GREAT she will be.
She will rise to the top—
Shining, smiling, and full of glee....

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“The patience of Job” applied as an idiom that means to have great patience or endurance in the face of suffering. It's used to describe...

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Her tears fall like rain on a borrowed shore,
A quiet deluge, seeping through seams,
Staining the fabric of a life not hers—
His shirt, his collar, his...

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I venture forth, an explorer true,
Seeking knowledge, with heart anew.
Idanre's hills, a treasure to behold,
Ancient secrets, yet to be unfold.

The people, industrious, with hearts of...

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In realms where sound surrenders to the gaze,
And silence speaks in iridescent haze,
I've learned a tongue no mortal throat can claim,
A lexicon of light, a...

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