She was like the sun - a poem by McRae by nature - All Poetry
She was like the Sun, which shone from atop her steed, that noble steed, which looked more like a silly ass with her upon it's back. She knew what she was doing when she coaxed them in; the effete, dim whits, who had very little hope from the start. How she enjoyed manipulating their melanin, coming just close enough
She Was Like The Sea by Laura Duran - Hello Poetry
She was like the sea / Beautiful in serenity / Mysterious and deep / Legions of secrets to keep / She was like the sea …
She was like me — BARDICS ANONYMOUS
Dec 2, 2024 · She was like me. By August Kacey. I recall when I first met my monster. She bore a striking resemblance to the face I saw in the mirror. It was far more perfect and twisted my lover’s face, taking the bits it liked . And smattered them about . She roared so terribly, screamed and wailed, inconsolable . Waiting for her next meal and crawling ...
She was like Music by Tiana Marie - Hello Poetry
She was like music, and I longed to dance. Her heart was the beat, and I begged for the chance. Her words were the vocals, and I was put in a trance. Her smile was the melody, and I fell in love at first glance.
10 of the Best Poems about Women - Interesting Literature
Jun 1, 2019 · Sometimes known by its first line, ‘She was a phantom of delight’, this is a poem William Wordsworth (1770-1850) wrote in 1804 about his wife, Mary Hutchinson. The poem is a classic example of uxorious poetry – poetry written about the love for a wife.
Poem: She Was Beautiful - Prayables
she was called beautiful. But she was. that had run her race for her. to give them comfort and peace. even as they dimmed. She had lived and she was. she was made beautiful. – Suzanne Reynolds.
Poem: She 2 by Sayeed Abubakar - PoetryNook.Com
She was like stars or stars like her. II. If she cried, she seemed to be a cloud falling down with rain. When she smiled, it seemed that one-sky-Moonlight had engulfed the whole earth.
She was different - a poem by Matt Jameson - All Poetry
"She’d smile sometimes directly at me Like we were both trying to solve our worlds Maybe we were poet and muse back then We were young, but it felt like she didn’t just fire my mind It was a kin to the hills and mountains in flames Where nature crackled and …
She by Poetry At Most
She was not fragile like a flower; / She was fragile like a bomb.
She Was a Phantom of Delight | The Poetry Foundation
She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and …