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A bird who hurt her wing,now forgotten how to fly.
A song she used to sing,
bu...
LANG LEAV
My Love wakes in a puddle of sunlight.Her hands asleep beside her.
Her hair draped on the...
ROMAN PAYNE
The love song I wrote that day... I got embarrassed and never sang it for her.Oh yeah......
INIO ASANO
My Love wakes in a puddle of sunlight.Her hands asleep beside her.
Her hair draped on the...
ROMAN PAYNE
Survive...
Some women survive
by creating walls,
big walls guarding their heart...
IJEOMA UMEBINYUO over the decades
her books became
such a part
of her
that
the ink
Lord, ain't it a shame
Grieving together
Sharing the...
KRIS KRISTOFFERSON
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.Write, for instance: "The night is full of ...
PABLO NERUDA
Celaena stared at the dark, tilled earth, a chill wind rustling her veil.Her chest ached...
SARAH J. MAAS
To see her is a picture-To hear her is a tune-
To know her an Intemperance
As innoce...
EMILY DICKINSON
You see herand ascend into love.
You become enchanted,
a found madman.
In yo...
KAMAND KOJOURI sing so loud that the music
drowns out the sounds of
the naysayers.
one day they’ll...
JATAWNY MUCKELVENE CHATMON
Edie Sedgwick (1943-1971)I don't know how she did it. Fire
She was shaking all over...
PATTI SMITH
Everyone has always said I look like Bailey, but I don't.I have grey eyes to her green,
a...
JANDY NELSON
Your daughter is ugly.She knows loss intimately,
carries whole cities in her belly.
...
WARSAN SHIRE
DuendeI can't remember her name.
It's not as though I've been in bed
with that...
JACK GILBERT A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
enough money within her control to move out
and rent a place of...
PAMELA REDMOND SATRAN
Tonight I Can WriteTonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for e...
PABLO NERUDA
Hope Was but a timid friend;She sat without the grated den,
Watching how my fate would te...
EMILY BRONTë MY MOTHER GETS DRESSED
It is impossible for my mother to do even
the simplest...
DAPHNE GOTTLIEB
My father, father!' - she might pray to the winds;no innocence moves her judges mad for war. <...
AESCHYLUS
It's slowly breaking her downConsuming her breath
Fighting her strength
She doesn't ...
EVY MICHAELS Sing a song of suspense in which the players die.
Four and twenty ravens in an Edgar Allan Pie....
JESSICA MCHUGH
Ô, the wine of a womanfrom heaven is sent,
more perfect than all
that a man can in...
ROMAN PAYNE
Love SorrowLove sorrow. She is yours now, and you must
take care of what has...
MARY OLIVER
Ô, Muse of the Heart’s Passion,let me relive my Love’s memory,
to remember her body,...
ROMAN PAYNE
She came towards me with a juicy gash between her legs that smelled like my best friend's sister" Tonight I can write the saddest lines.Write, for example,'The night is shattered
an...
PABLO NERUDA
DaffodowndillyShe wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She...
A.A. MILNE
Voodoo GirlHer skin is white cloth,
and she's all sewn apart
and she has many colore...
TIM BURTON Dread was always with her, an alarm system in her head, alert
to her next disaster.
Despit...
G.G. RENEE HILL As he took her hand
he gave her
all she had been
waiting for--
a shiver
dow...
ATTICUS POETRY
What does Éloa mean?”He narrowed his gaze, answered her literally. “It’s the name...
SARAH MACLEAN MOM
Wholeheartedly,
She loved me-
And inspired me-
With transcending devot...
GIORGE LEEDY It’s not her shape,
her face, or her hair
that makes her beautiful.
Neither is it t...
PIERRE ALEX JEANTY The white saucer like some full moon descends
At last from the clouds of the table above;
...
HAROLD MONRO For the Wife Beater's Wife
With blue irises her face is blossomed. Blue
Circling to ...
BRUCE WEIGL STAINS
With red clay between my toes,
and the sun setting over my head,
the ghost of ...
BRENDA SUTTON ROSE
She felt like weeping. She didn't know why at first, but then it hit her.He knew her.
You want to know my sweet?" I ask her.She nods.
I kiss her on the forehead. "...
COLLEEN HOOVER
As the baby latched on with surprising fierceness, the nurse offered her own prayer.Let her be...
KIERSTEN WHITE
She lends her pen,to thoughts of him,
that flow from it,
in her solitary.
LANG LEAV A song she heard
Of cold that gathers
Like winter's tongue
Among the shadows
It ...
ROBERT FANNEY
Every time you tell your daughter
you yell at her
out of love
you teach her ...
RUPI KAUR There's something about her.
It's not her smile or grace,
It's not her beauty or race,
J.A. ANUM If you aren’t willing
to love her,
do not put dents
on her heart
that will inf...
PIERRE ALEX JEANTY
Not only didI love her,
but I could tell
the universe loved
her, too.
More...
CHRISTOPHER POINDEXTER Keep an eye out for her,
she tends to disappear
intermittently, leaving no
note for o...
AKASH MANDAL
The leaves were long, the grass was green,The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the gl...
J.R.R. TOLKIEN Sweet Grace amazes me
The way that she can see
Beyond the man I am
To the man that I ...
JASON GRAY
I. At TeaTHE kettle descants in a cosy drone,
And the young wife looks in her husba...
THOMAS HARDY
And then that voice from behind her said her name again."Celaena."
They had d...
SARAH J. MAAS
she is no longerthe beautiful woman
she was. she sends
photos of herself
sittin...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
There is a girl.I named her love.
She has a father.
His name is desire.
Her mo...
DEBASISH MRIDHA
Be to her, Persephone,All the things I might not be;
Take her head upon your knee.
S...
EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY
When she comesShe pulls you close
She breathes in short bursts
Her eyes close
H...
HENRY ROLLINS
THAT crazed girl improvising her music.Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
Her soul...
W.B. YEATS
Hear, nature, hear; dear goddess, hear!Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend
To make ...
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE I don't love her anymore
So
Why should I walk
Nights
By the tavern
Where I ...
ORHAN VELI KANıK Her phone beeps and she pulls it out again. She frowns.
I give her a side-eye. “Everyth...
ASHLEY POSTON I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of d...
DOROTHEA MACKELLAR My country, 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;
Land where my father...
SAMUEL FRANCIS SMITH
Is it true that you shouted at Professor Umbridge?''Yes,' said Harry.
'You ca...
J.K. ROWLING Sick of body, unable to rise up, vehemently intoxicated without wine . . .
And it is as t...
AL-MUTANABBī She grew tired of shielding her body,
For societal expectation and propriety,
Double stand...
JACQUELINE SIMON GUNN Storms,
those whirlwinds and symphonies
in the sky,
nourish her midnight soul
an...
MELODY LEE
There once was a girl who found herself dead.She peered over the ledge of heaven
and saw ...
JANDY NELSON
There's a girl, Dad."He smiled a bit. "A girl."
"She kinda hates me, and I ki...
JAMIE MCGUIRE
In afew hours, she’ll see Anna for herself. She’ll see
her dressed in blood, her hair...
KENDARE BLAKE Faris turned on him. "Why choose to wear black today, of all days? I know why I'm in black. Why are ...
CAROLINE STEVERMER
Little Alice fell d
o
w
n
the hOle,
bumped her head
and br...
LEWIS CARROLL
InvisibleShe scanned through the magazine
for girls who looked like her
with d...
IJEOMA UMEBINYUO
I have seen the Virginin an appletree at Chartres
And Saint Joan burn
at the Bella U...
LAWRENCE FERLINGHETTI
Sauve qui peut. To survivewe’d all turn thief
and rascal, or so says the fox,
MARGARET ATWOOD
Though thou loved her as thyself,As a self of purer clay,
Tho' her parting dims the day,
S...
RALPH WALDO EMERSON he turns to the sunlight,
And lifts her face up,
She searches for the light,
The ligh...
ASHISH BHARDWAJ Soeur Marie Emelie"
Soeur Marie Emelie
is little and very old:
her eyes are ony...
CARYLL HOUSELANDER
PowerLiving in the earth-deposits of our history
Today a backhoe divul...
ADRIENNE RICH
I've traveled all over the world for the Institute, but I never dreamed I'd meet someone like you."<... GENA SHOWALTER She seemed dressed in all of me, stretched across my shame.
All the torment and the pain leaked...
SLIPKNOT
Would he find her?Without question.
Would he save her?
Always.
LAUREN KATE THIS IS WHY
He will never be given to wonder much
if he was the mouth for some cruel...
MICHAEL RYAN
Hemingway is overrated,Twain is even more lost at sea,
And all truths point to the mouth ...
DAVE MATTHES
I'd been making desicions for days.I picked out the dress Bailey would wear forever-
a bl...
JANDY NELSON i deem her insecurities
insufferable turn-offs
as if the male standard for sexiness
i...
BRITT GREIFELD The doctors named the tests and
Sat by the fire to spin,
While lightly through her carefu...
MADELINE S. BRIDGES
My soul would sing of metamorphoses.But since, o gods, you were the source of these
bodie...
OVID strippers with a voice”
“strippers who sing
BEMY WELLS An angel for some,
a demon for some,
for me, it’s heart of the one.
Never want to h...
ABHISHEK KUMAR SINGH
DEATH. . .
And now you are here to fight for this woman.
You know her promise is giv...
ANNE CARSON
O Earth, lie heavily upon her eyes;Seal her sweet eyes weary of watching Earth;
Lie close...
JEFFREY EUGENIDES
Let her go!" That was a new voice, young but full of authority. ... There was Prince Maxon.......
KIERA CASS
Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,Had a wife but couldn’t keep her;
He put her in a pumpkin s...
MARISSA MEYER A sky
full
of stars
and he
was staring
at her.
—ATTICUS
ATTICUS POETRY She wondered If I had woken up, would I have smelled his sadness, his desperation, and his detachmen...
RACHEL THOMPSON
She turned to the sunlightAnd shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbo...
A.A. MILNE
She asks why I like her.Might as well ask
Why I breathe.
Maybe tomorrow I won't
GAIL CARSON LEVINE
So you want to know all about me, WhoI am
What chance meeting of brush and canvas painte...
ELLEN HOPKINS so sing, you birds
for the fever is about to rise
and the empty stalemate is over
...
K.R. ALBERS
