Young Lady Poems - Poems about Young Lady

Eight beautiful lines . Sponsored by Constance La France Posted 28 th March 2025 ~~~ Of all the portraits on the wall I gaze in awe , I stand and stare Her gentle smile has me in thrall A maiden, pretty, young and fair Her features tinged with rosy blush Compelling eyes and curling hair A masterpiece from sable...

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There's a young lady named paige. Who kept her bird in a cage. That bird was missing. The cat sat grinning. She said "Dad, I need your gauge."...

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Many are her faces Wry, sly, a twinkle in her eye Gregarious, oft-times hilarious Not easily intimidated, yet shy... Serious, without dreariness ...

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She answered without hesitation... Her pride is beneath her feet.... She humble herself and conquered her fears... Her scar makes her strong.. The wicked soul of a man is her ringtone... A long night forgotten.. The unfulfilled promises with unbearable pains.. Betrayal makes her hate the other gender.. Her heart is shattered she is now tattered without a...

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A Daughter of Iran. Her talent is a God's gift She paints with her toes Her paintings are peaceful Fateme Hamami has no foes Some of the world rulers Peace cannot paint They prefer war portraits Which make people faint. If politicians could paint Using only their brain The world wouldn't have Death, hunger and pain. Raul Máximo da Silva Portugal...

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I want to talk to him Who comes in my dream and looks so handsome, Yet I don't know his name and where is his clime But I have a crush on him! May I talk to him? Mom, may I talk to him! He comes in my dream I need him to talk, 'Cause I have a crush on him! My eyesight is getting dim everything...

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Long ago and far away — when and where I dare not say — a young lady left a place at a brisk and steady pace. She had seen and been through much. And although she'd stayed in touch with the normal and the sane, she could not forget the pain. She had tasted deep despair smelled the fair and the unfair, cried & laughed...

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There was a young lady, That could not even to afford shoes; She had eight children' And thought "what should I do?" The young lady had problems-to just speak of 3' Addiction, Mental Health, anti-social personality. To do what was right, did not come easy to her; But her heart screamed out, there is only one way to be sure! With out any...

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A selfish young lady from Leeds Made fun of all who did good deeds and then she got sick pain two miles thick where a do-gooder met all her needs...

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My lil lady is sorrowful thinking of what she's done She calls me whimpering wanting to come home The psychiatric hospital full of its treatments Still can never understand the deep darkness I too been there and sometimes find my way back To a hate of oneself and why feeling good I lack I wanna hold her and comfort her to...

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Shana Aubrey Harris born two days after ole Punxsutawney i.e. the Doctor Phil - of woodchucks Latin Name = Marmota Monax nest resembled a Rastafarian hair weave which creature rattled with ire and peeve ish ness, when rudely roused from his abode February fourth...

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KNOW THIS YOUNG LADY-THIS IS ME A night to remember and the possibility of you being the newest friend to enter my time and space, And to me meeting you was love at first sight. Small minded men’s first thought would be of the physical manisfestation before even the first embrace But I wish to expand our minds, search for...

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Things don't always seem right, like the pain in your heart As it has always been just a fight right from the very start Seeming so fake with none of my own feelings seeming real My whole life being a mistake making it now so hard to deal Well maybe that's not exactly it but maybe not really that...

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A voluptuous young lady from Peel Her huge breasts she would try to conceal So she wore baggy tops When she went to the shops But folks stared and asked are they real?...

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As a youth of fourteen, I saw you first, With silky hair waving, waving along the cheecks, You nodded, talked, moving hands, trod, I could not hear, but lovely lips played. Fancy I more, and more lose sense, What charm, what beauty, what power you possess! This sight I sought whenever I drearmed, Nothing I want, if i see you once again. Alas! What...

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