Poems about Girl poems

Always in my mindI can see my daddy's faceAs he took me in his armsEnveloped me with his embraceDaddy always held my handWith that great big hand of hisSaid, I was his little princessGo ahead

She wasn't the least bit pretty, And only the least bit gay; And she walked with a firm elastic tread, In a business-like kind of way. Her dress was of coarse, brown woollen, Plainly but neatly m

She huddles against the dirty wallhugging it ever so tight; hopeing that he will choose not to dothe things, he did last night.Her breathing is ever so shallowno signs of life in her.A techniqu

So, watch this spacethere will be more, and, just in caseothers adorethe one who isby way of soulin this small quizher luscious whole.I shall revealin time that's due.I broke the sealonly f

I'm just a girl, a hopeless case.Living in the world a familier place.I'm just a girl, with tears in her eyes.Swimming in a pool of cold hearted lies.I'm just a girl, always second best.With sl

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Wow! I would love a girl, a girl who is an individual, who doesn’t just fall in the crowd, who doesn’t just do what her friends do.Someone who is real ya’ know, that might be too much to a

Your world is fragile glassEvery day breaking like bonesAgainst the heartless pavementOf this dingy city where dreams disappearIn the blink of an eyeLike a thousand speciesGrowing extinctIn the

once upon a time there was a little girl.she liked to sit outside at night and talk to the moon.everynight she kept the moon company.one night she noticed the moon seemed tired, soshe climbed upon

You’re the sweetest girl I ever metBeautiful eyes like a rising sunset A face as stunning as an angels glowHer elegant heart as pure as her soulA smile that could cheer up a sad manGentle hands

Vermeer's little girl, now famouswatches me. A pearl watches me.The lips of Vermeer's little girlare red, moist, and shining.Oh Vermeer's little girl, oh pearl,blue turban: you are all lightand

"She's pretty to walk with,    And witty to talk with,    And pleasant, too, to think on."    Sir John Suckling. She has a beauty of her own, A beauty of a paler tone    Than Englis