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MARY OLIVER Dread was always with her, an alarm system in her head, alert to her next disaster. Despit... G.G. RENEE HILL I love a sunburnt country, A land of sweeping plains, Of ragged mountain ranges, Of d... DOROTHEA MACKELLAR She came towards me with a juicy gash between her legs that smelled like my best friend's sister" DAVE MATTHES Hear, nature, hear; dear goddess, hear! Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend To make ... WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Sonnet 130 My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red ... WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE That was her magic— she could still see the sunset even on those darkest da... ATTICUS POETRY Soeur Marie Emelie" Soeur Marie Emelie is little and very old: her eyes are ony... CARYLL HOUSELANDER Once, she'd been a pro at decompressing, loved to sit on the back deck of the beach house ... SARAH DESSEN Hope Was but a timid friend; She sat without the grated den, Watching how my fate would te... EMILY BRONTë The leaves were long, the grass was green, The hemlock-umbels tall and fair, And in the gl... J.R.R. TOLKIEN Ô, the wine of a woman from heaven is sent, more perfect than all that a man can in... ROMAN PAYNE To an Isle in the Water Shy one, shy one, Shy one of my heart, She moves in t... W.B. YEATS A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .... enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of... PAMELA REDMOND SATRAN It’s not her shape, her face, or her hair that makes her beautiful. Neither is it t... PIERRE ALEX JEANTY ...Come on let’s see the degree.” Katherine unrolled her scroll displaying a long de... E.A. BUCCHIANERI What does Éloa mean?” He narrowed his gaze, answered her literally. “It’s the name... SARAH MACLEAN I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. Write, for instance: "The night is full of ... PABLO NERUDA There was a little girl Who had a little curl Right in the middle of her forehead. Wh... 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ROMAN PAYNE MY MOTHER GETS DRESSED It is impossible for my mother to do even the simplest... DAPHNE GOTTLIEB Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example,'The night is shattered an... PABLO NERUDA over the decades her books became such a part of her that the ink AMANDA LOVELACE somebody/ anybody sing a black girl's song bring her out to know herself to know... NTOZAKE SHANGE Her close friends have gathered. Lord, ain't it a shame Grieving together Sharing the... KRIS KRISTOFFERSON Duende I can't remember her name. It's not as though I've been in bed with that... JACK GILBERT If you aren’t willing to love her, do not put dents on her heart that will inf... PIERRE ALEX JEANTY Whoa. Fangs. She had fangs. She leaned in, prodded them a little. Eating with those puppi... J.R. WARD My father, father!' - she might pray to the winds; no innocence moves her judges mad for war. <... AESCHYLUS from Out of the Darkness (book 2): Zoe met Eric's eyes. Even in her platforms she was sti... JAIME RUSH Now that lilacs are in bloom She has a bowl of lilacs in her room And twists one in her fi... T.S. ELIOT Storms, those whirlwinds and symphonies in the sky, nourish her midnight soul an... MELODY LEE She had the prettiest eyes & prettiest smile with Wounds on her heart and bruis... TANYA GAMBHIR KUNDALINI DANCE Dark and cold and wet were Her hands I felt Her chilly breath inside... NATAšA NUIT PANTOVIć She doesn’t have a ring on each finger, or a big diamond on each ring. She doesn’t we... ANNE BEREST AUDREY DIWAN CAROLINE DE MAIGRET AND SOPHIE MAS She tossed her towel on her dresser and turned to the bed where shed left her PJs. Only it wasn't ju... C.C. HUNTER With domineering hand she moves the turning wheel, Like currents in a treacherous bay swept to ... BOETHIUS - QUEEN ELIZABETH I TRANSLATION I'd been making desicions for days. I picked out the dress Bailey would wear forever- a bl... 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ABHISHEK KUMAR SINGH It was two weeks after the day she turned eighteen All dressed in white Going to the churc... CARRIE UNDERWOOD She was like the sun, She knew her place in the world - She would shine again regardless... NIKKI ROWE Be to her, Persephone, All the things I might not be; Take her head upon your knee. S... EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY Lash had been explaining to her that it's impolite to refer to an African American as a nigga, unles... CHRISTOPHER MOORE There once was a girl who found herself dead. She peered over the ledge of heaven and saw ... JANDY NELSON Why do you call her 'love'?" James asks. "I've heard you say that before, too. A lot. Are you in lov... TAHEREH MAFI Women Are Not Roses Women have no beginning only continual flows. ANA CASTILLO Evening by evening Among the Brookside rushes, Laura bow'd her head to hear, Lizzie v... CHRISTINA ROSSETTI Alex thrust her hand and half her arm into the labyrinth of light. Her stare blanked, and in t... G.S. JENNSEN I. At Tea THE kettle descants in a cosy drone, And the young wife looks in her husba... THOMAS HARDY She moaned, long and low, wanting to arch, to thrash, to scream. Instead she opened her mouth and bi... ELIZABETH HOYT Thou, my slave, As thou report'st thyself, was then her servant, And for thou wast a spiri... WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Sweet Grace amazes me The way that she can see Beyond the man I am To the man that I ... JASON GRAY She closed her eyes; and in the sweet slumber lying her spirit tiptoed from its lodging place.<... FRANCESCO PETRARCA You want to know my sweet?" I ask her. She nods. I kiss her on the forehead. "... COLLEEN HOOVER Saturated Arrogance ...she rebuked those about her in darkness did she dwell a ... MUSE She rides the sandworm of space! She guides through all storms Into the land of gentle win... FRANK HERBERT And then that voice from behind her said her name again. "Celaena." They had d... SARAH J. MAAS The Garden En robe de parade. - Samain Like a skein of loose silk... EZRA POUND “Here’s my number. I almost forgot to give it to you.” I swallow as I stare at t... KATIE MCGARRY What are you looking at?" Jordan demanded finally, watching her. "A dragon." When ... JUDITH MCNAUGHT And I'm not sensitive at all, Philip. Just mean." He smiled down at her. "Have you ever co... NORA ROBERTS The ceiling shattered, and the vacuum created yanked her into the air. Her face grazed a shard of th... G.S. JENNSEN From her Broadway roles in Baby, Miss Saigon, Cats and many others, Liz brings her amazing LIZ CALLAWAY GOD made a wonderful mother, A mother who never grows old; He made her smile of the sunshine,... PAT O'REILLY The Story of the Woman with Three Brothers" A woman once had three brothers. They all had... LISA SEE
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