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  1. 21. Don't Quit

    Are you depressed or down in the dumps? Do you want to give up on your goals and just quit? If this applies to you, this is exactly what you have been looking for to motivate you to come back even harder and achieve your dreams.

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    When times are hard, you might stop for a bit,
    But it's not over until the moment you quit.
    On a river's bridge, failures are the planks;
    Take one step at a time until you reach its banks.

    Don't give up on your dreams; chase them instead;
    You will find, one morning, as you wake up from bed,
    That you are the person about whom you dreamed,
    And you can reach great heights, impossible though it seemed.

    When things go wrong and your back is to the wall,
    Try to stand up; no more can you fall.
    Life is full of ups and downs; take them in your stride.
    You will discover your little star hidden inside.

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  2. 22. Choice

    Angela Morgan was an American author who lived from 1875-1957. She wrote about many social issues, both of the wealthy and the poor. The narrator in this poem would rather hold onto thoughts of a loved one who has moved on than love another because no one can make the narrator feel the same way.

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    I'd rather have the thought of you
    To hold against my heart,
    My spirit to be taught of you
    With west winds blowing,
    Than all the warm caresses
    Of another love's bestowing,
    Or all the glories of the world
    In which you had no part.

    I'd rather have the theme of you
    To thread my nights and days,
    I'd rather have the dream of you
    With faint stars glowing,
    I'd rather have the want of you,
    The rich, elusive taunt of you
    Forever and forever and forever unconfessed
    Than claim the alien comfort
    Of any other's breast.

    O lover! O my lover,
    That this should come to me!
    I'd rather have the hope of you,
    Ah, Love, I'd rather grope for you
    Within the great abyss
    Than claim another's kiss-
    Alone I'd rather go my way
    Throughout eternity.

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  4. 23. I Am Beautiful

    I hope it inspires you to be confident too!

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    I am beautiful,
    I am powerful,
    I am desireable,
    Boys love me,
    Girls hate on me,
    What's wrong with,
    Being confident?
    Pretty brown eyes,
    Soft lips easy to kiss,
    Long legs that move with grace,
    Being me is who I want to be,
    I wouldn't want to be anyone else,

    I love with my whole heart,
    When God sends me that special guy,
    I will be happy, but for now,
    I'm just having fun, gazing around,
    Looking for someone, looking for no one,
    Easy to please, I'm not fussy,
    Someday I might be your Mrs.,
    Butterflies and flowers surround me,
    As I run in a field of daisies,
    Thank God I am pretty,

    I love myself,
    No matter what,
    Try your best,
    To put me down,
    Sorry, I'm not around,
    I'm on cloud nine,
    Sitting on my cloud,
    Watching the world pass me by,
    Happy as can be, I see a rainbow,
    Full of color and vibrance,
    Time is of the essence,
    I must seize each day,
    Cherish each moment,
    Love the ones I'm with,
    Use my talent and gifts,
    God has bestowed on me,
    Be thankful for everything,
    I accept my crown as queen,
    I don't need a king by my side,
    I can be a queen all by myself,

    I wanna be who I want to be,
    Not what everyone wants me to be,
    God controls my destiny,
    Let God be my Protector and my Shield,
    My heart He will heal,
    Happiness and joy I feel.

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  5. 24. Mirror

    Sylvia Plath was an American author and poet who lived from 1932-1963. She was a driven person, and she graduated summa cum laude from Smith College in 1955. Despite her success, Plath struggled with depression, and committed suicide in 1963. This poem shows the struggle a woman has with her identity as she grows older and begins to lose her youthfulness. It also uses personification by giving human characteristics to the mirror.

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    I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
    Whatever I see I swallow immediately
    Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
    I am not cruel, only truthful,
    The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
    Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
    It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
    I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
    Faces and darkness separate us over and over.

    Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
    Searching my reaches for what she really is.
    Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
    I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
    She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
    I am important to her. She comes and goes.
    Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
    In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
    Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.

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  7. 25. Barter

    Sara Teasdale was a frail and sickly person who chose to find the beauty in the things around her. Her love for beautiful things is reflected in her poetry. This is one such poem where she shares the importance of taking a moment to look to the things in this life that bring us joy, no matter how simple they may be. The rhyme scheme is ABCBDD.

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    Life has loveliness to sell,
    All beautiful and splendid things,
    Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
    Soaring fire that sways and sings,
    And children's faces looking up
    Holding wonder like a cup.

    Life has loveliness to sell,
    Music like a curve of gold,
    Scent of pine trees in the rain,
    Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
    And for your spirit's still delight,
    Holy thoughts that star the night.

    Spend all you have for loveliness,
    Buy it and never count the cost;
    For one white singing hour of peace
    Count many a year of strife well lost,
    And for a breath of ecstasy
    Give all you have been, or could be.

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  8. 26. Miss Rosie

    Lucille Clifton was an American poet who lived from 1936-2010. Many of her poems show a theme of having strength through adversity. In this poem, a passerby finds Miss Rosie along the street, and she hurls insult after insult at the homeless lady. But this old lady used to be the most beautiful lady in all of Georgia. The last line of the poem changes the tone that was used at the beginning.

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    when I watch you
    wrapped up like garbage
    sitting, surrounded by the smell
    of too old potato peels
    when I watch you
    in your old man's shoes
    with the little toe cut out
    sitting, waiting for your mind
    like next week's grocery
    I say
    when I watch you
    you wet brown bag of a woman
    who used to be the best looking gal in Georgia
    used to be called the Georgia Rose
    I stand up
    through your destruction
    I stand up

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  9. 27. The Ballad Of The Harp Weaver

    Edna St. Vincent Millay was an American poet who lived from 1892-1950. This poem is about maternal love and self-sacrifice. Edna St. Vincent Millay's own mother was very sacrificial. She divorced her husband and worked as a nurse to support her children. Even though they were poor, Edna's mother was an incredible support and encouragement. She made sure her children had access to a variety of reading materials and music. This poem won Edna St. Vincent Millay the Pulitzer Prize for poetry in 1923. At the time, she was only the third woman to receive this honor.

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    "Son," said my mother,
    When I was knee-high,
    "you've need of clothes to cover you,
    and not a rag have I.

    "There's nothing in the house
    To make a boy breeches,
    Nor shears to cut a cloth with,
    Nor thread to take stitches.

    "There's nothing in the house
    But a loaf-end of rye,
    And a harp with a woman's head
    Nobody will buy,"
    And she began to cry.

    That was in the early fall.
    When came the late fall,
    "Son," she said, "the sight of you
    Makes your mother's blood crawl,--

    "Little skinny shoulder-blades
    Sticking through your clothes!
    And where you'll get a jacket from
    God above knows.

    "It's lucky for me, lad,
    Your daddy's in the ground,
    And can't see the way I let
    His son go around!"
    And she made a queer sound.

    That was in the late fall.
    When the winter came,
    I'd not a pair of breeches
    Nor a shirt to my name.

    I couldn't go to school,
    Or out of doors to play.
    And all the other little boys
    Passed our way.

    "Son," said my mother,
    "Come, climb into my lap,
    And I'll chafe your little bones
    While you take a nap."

    And, oh, but we were silly
    For half and hour or more,
    Me with my long legs,
    Dragging on the floor,

    To a mother-goose rhyme!
    Oh, but we were happy
    For half an hour's time!

    But there was I, a great boy,
    And what would folks say
    To hear my mother singing me
    To sleep all day,
    In such a daft way?

    Men say the winter
    Was bad that year;
    Fuel was scarce,
    And food was dear.

    A wind with a wolf's head
    Howled about our door,
    And we burned up the chairs
    And sat upon the floor.

    All that was left us
    Was a chair we couldn't break,
    And the harp with a woman's head
    Nobody would take,
    For song or pity's sake.

    The night before Christmas
    I cried with cold,
    I cried myself to sleep
    Like a two-year old.

    And in the deep night
    I felt my mother rise,
    And stare down upon me
    With love in her eyes.

    I saw my mother sitting
    On the one good chair,
    A light falling on her
    From I couldn't tell where.

    Looking nineteen,
    And not a day older,
    And the harp with a woman's head
    Leaned against her shoulder.

    Her thin fingers, moving
    In the thin, tall strings,
    Were weav-weav-weaving
    Wonderful things.

    Many bright threads,
    From where I couldn't see,
    Were running through the harp-strings

    And gold threads whistling
    Through my mother's hand.
    I saw the web grow,
    And the pattern expand.

    She wove a child's jacket,
    And when it was done
    She laid it on the floor
    And wove another one.

    She wove a red cloak
    So regal to see,
    "She's made it for a king's son,"
    I said, "and not for me."
    But I knew it was for me.

    She wove a pair of breeches
    Quicker than that!
    She wove a pair of boots
    And a little cocked hat.

    She wove a pair of mittens,
    She wove a little blouse,
    She wove all night
    In the still, cold house.

    She sang as she worked,
    And the harp-strings spoke;
    Her voice never faltered,
    And the thread never broke,
    And when I awoke,--

    There sat my mother
    With the harp against her shoulder,
    Looking nineteen,
    And not a day older,

    A smile about her lips,
    And a light about her head,
    And her hands in the harp-strings
    Frozen dead.

    And piled beside her
    And toppling to the skies,
    Were the clothes of a king's son,
    Just my size.

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  10. 28. The Spider And The Fly

    "The Spider and the Fly" is a poem by Mary Howitt (1799-1888), published in 1828. The story tells of a cunning Spider who ensnares a Fly through the use of seduction and flattery. The poem teaches children to be wary against those who use flattery and charm to disguise their true evil intentions. The gruesome ending in this cautionary tale is used to reinforce the important life lesson being taught.

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    "Will you walk into my parlor?" said the spider to the fly;
    "'Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you may spy.
    The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
    And I have many curious things to show when you are there."
    "Oh no, no," said the little fly; "to ask me is in vain,
    For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."

    "I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high.
    Well you rest upon my little bed?" said the spider to the fly.
    "There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin,
    And if you like to rest a while, I'll snugly tuck you in!"
    "Oh no, no," said the little fly, "for I've often heard it said,
    They never, never wake again who sleep upon your bed!"

    Said the cunning spider to the fly: "Dear friend, what can I do
    To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you?
    I have within my pantry good store of all that's nice;
    I'm sure you're very welcome - will you please to take a slice?"
    "Oh no, no," said the little fly; "kind sir, that cannot be:
    I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!"

    "Sweet creature!" said the spider, "you're witty and you're wise;
    How handsome are your gauzy wings; how brilliant are your eyes!
    I have a little looking-glass upon my parlor shelf;
    If you'd step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself."
    "I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you're pleased to say,
    And, bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day."

    The spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
    For well he knew the silly fly would soon come back again:
    So he wove a subtle web in a little corner sly,
    And set his table ready to dine upon the fly;
    Then came out to his door again and merrily did sing:
    "Come hither, hither, pretty fly, with pearl and silver wing;
    Your robes are green and purple; there's a crest upon your head;
    Your eyes are like diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead!"

    Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little fly,
    Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by;
    With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer grew,
    Thinking only of her brilliant eyes and green and purple hue,
    Thinking only of her crested head. Poor, foolish thing! at last
    Up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast;
    He dragged her up his winding stair, into the dismal den -
    Within his little parlor - but she ne'er came out again!

    And now, dear little children, who may this story read,
    To idle, silly flattering words I pray you ne'er give heed;
    Unto an evil counselor close heart and ear and eye,
    And take a lesson from this tale of the spider and the fly.

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  11. 29. Peace

    Being immersed in nature brings about a peace within a person. Everything in nature has been carefully and meticulously created, leaving us breathless when it’s enjoyed. The world revolves in a peaceful manner; it’s people who’ve created the chaos. Humans are so busy with many different things that we forget to slow down and enjoy the peace of nature.

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    THE steadfast coursing of the stars,
    The waves that ripple to the shore,
    The vigorous trees which year by year
    Spread upwards more and more;

    The jewel forming in the mine,
    The snow that falls so soft and light,
    The rising and the setting sun,
    The growing glooms of night;

    All natural things both live and move
    In natural peace that is their own;
    Only in our disordered life
    Almost is she unknown.

    She is not rest, nor sleep, nor death;
    Order and motion ever stand
    To carry out her firm behests
    As guards at her right hand.

    And something of her living force
    Fashions the lips when Christians say
    To Him Whose strength sustains the world,
    "Give us Thy Peace, we pray!"

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  12. 30. If Thou Must Love Me

    If Thou Must Love Me is Sonnet 14 in "Sonnets from the Portuguese," a collection of 44 love poems from Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806 – 1861) to her future husband Robert Browning. The couple married in 1846 and the collection was first published in 1850. Elizabeth was hesitant to publish the extremely personal collection, but Robert, a famous poet himself, urged her to publish them. The title suggesting that the sonnets were written by an unknown Portuguese was an attempt to give the couple some privacy.

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    If thou must love me, let it be for nought
    Except for love's sake only. Do not say
    I love her for her smile ... her look ... her way
    Of speaking gently, ... for a trick of thought
    That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
    A sense of pleasant ease on such a day'—
    For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
    Be changed, or change for thee,—and love, so wrought,
    May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
    Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,—
    A creature might forget to weep, who bore
    Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
    But love me for love's sake, that evermore
    Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.

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  13. 31. Advice To A Girl

    Sara Teasdale (1884-1933) was an American poet who wrote seven books of poetry during her lifetime. Many of her poems focused on the emotional development of women. In this poem, the opening lines are repeated at the end, bringing attention to the theme of this poem that no one is in control of who you are. Each person has value and cannot be possessed by another.

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    No one worth possessing
    Can be quite possessed;
    Lay that on your heart,
    My young angry dear;
    This truth, this hard and precious stone,
    Lay it on your hot cheek,
    Let it hide your tear.
    Hold it like a crystal
    When you are alone
    And gaze in the depths of the icy stone.
    Long, look long and you will be blessed:
    No one worth possessing
    Can be quite possessed.

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  14. 32. "It Might Have Been"

    Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850-1919) uses this poem to show that people have the power to make their own destiny. Most of the stanzas start with “We will (be/do/climb),” which brings attention to the belief that we will each become what we set out to become. This poem is made up of quatrains (four-line stanzas) that follow the ABAB rhyme scheme. Although Ella Wheeler Wilcox was born to poor family and received many rejection letters for her poetry, she remained optimistic and kept working hard for what she wanted.

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    We will be what we could be. Do not say,
        "It might have been, had not or that, or this."
    No fate can keep us from the chosen way;
        He only might who is.

    We will do what we could do. Do not dream
        Chance leaves a hero, all uncrowned to grieve.
    I hold, all men are greatly what they seem;
        He does who could achieve.

    We will climb where we could climb. Tell me not
        Of adverse storms that kept thee from the height.
    What eagle ever missed the peak he sought?
        He always climbs who might.

    I do not like the phrase, "It might have been!"
        It lacks all force, and life's best truths perverts:
    For I believe we have, and reach, and win,
        Whatever our deserts.

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  15. 33. The Little White Hearse

    When Ella Wheeler Wilcox was about 28 years of age, she married Robert Wilcox. They had one child, a son, who died shortly after birth. The Rhyme Scheme is ABAAB.

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    Somebody's baby was buried to-day--
          The empty white hearse from the grave rumbled back,
    And the morning somehow seemed less smiling and gay
          As I paused on the walk while it crossed on its way,
    And a shadow seemed drawn o'er the sun's golden track.

    Somebody's baby was laid out to rest,
          White as a snowdrop, and fair to behold,
    And the soft little hands were crossed over the breast,
          And those hands and the lips and the eyelids were pressed
    With kisses as hot as the eyelids were cold.

    Somebody saw it go out of her sight,
          Under the coffin lid--out through the door;
    Somebody finds only darkness and blight
          All through the glory of summer-sun light;
    Somebody's baby will waken no more.

    Somebody's sorrow is making me weep:
          I know not her name, but I echo her cry,
    For the dearly bought baby she longed so to keep,
          The baby that rode to its long-lasting sleep
    In the little white hearse that went rumbling by.

    I know not her name, but her sorrow I know;
          While I paused on the crossing I lived it once more,
    And back to my heart surged that river of woe
          That but in the breast of a mother can flow;
    For the little white hearse has been, too, at my door.

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  16. 34. Homage To My Hips

    Lucille Clifton was an American poet who lived from 1936-2010. Her poetry celebrates her African American heritage and usually includes feminist themes, which can be seen in this poem. In "Homage to My Hips," she shows she is proud of who she is. She won’t conform to expectations or be held back. That can even be seen in how she chooses not to capitalize the first letter of a new line.

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    these hips are big hips
    they need space to
    move around in.
    they don't fit into little
    petty places. these hips
    are free hips.
    they don't like to be held back.
    these hips have never been enslaved,   
    they go where they want to go
    they do what they want to do.
    these hips are mighty hips.
    these hips are magic hips.
    i have known them
    to put a spell on a man and
    spin him like a top!

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  17. 35. She Is Magic

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    She wildly dances
    to the beat of her own heart
    a strong and fearless protector,
    she’s hauntingly beautiful
    and dangerously smart.
    Eyes filled with oceans
    and a glimmer of pain,
    but a soul with a compass
    that points home
    when it rains.
    She’s visited darkness
    and fought her way back
    this girl is a warrior,
    her spirit won’t crack.
    A sense of humor to balance
    how deep her heart bleeds,
    she’s a radiant light,
    that this dark world needs.
    She is poised and she’s polished
    but still can be rough,
    she is one of a kind,
    she is more than enough.

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  18. 36. I Wish To Be

    • By Zuleigha Z. Patel
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems November 18, 2021

    I wrote the first draft of this poem a while ago while feeling inspired to write about what it is I want of myself. I felt unsure of who I really was, and my worth was in question too. Now that I have read it again and done re-editing, I feel re-inspired, especially since I recently have been feeling all this uncertainty about myself and what I'm capable of. It has managed to bring things back into perspective. I also know that everyone has a different vision of themselves.

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    The woman I wish to be
    She's flawless in her step
    And graceful in her actions
    She's unafraid of her abilities
    And understands all that she is capable of

    The woman I wish to be
    Doesn't let criticism step into her mind
    She owns her life and looks it in the eyes
    She sees no barricades in her way
    But rather stepping stones to better days

    The woman I wish to be
    Never compromises her life for a man
    And couldn't care less for those who disapprove
    Of her living life the way she can

    The woman I wish to be
    Is influential with a heart of gold
    And even when strife echoes around her
    Her love never withers like the old

    The woman I wish to be
    Sees the beauty all around her
    And touches the stars
    With her very eyes

    The woman I wish to be
    Lives so truthfully
    Each day she owns, and night she prays
    She's the perfect silhouette of modesty

    The woman I wish to be
    Trusts herself and lets love in as it be
    And when she consoles others
    She creates assurance that proves her to be trustworthy

    The woman I wish to be
    Somehow I just know
    Is deep within me

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  19. 37. An Admirable Woman

    • By Crystal Foy
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2006

    A poem about a special, amazing and righteous woman.

    in Compassion Poems

    There is a woman who always keeps her head up high.
    Her eyes sparkle like a bright star in the sky.
    She has the stamina, beauty, and courage that one would admire,
    Even the love and happiness one inspires.
    She is a women that one can always count on,
    And a woman that sees no wrong.
    Her beauty shines from the inside out,
    It flows like a journey down a long route.
    Her smile shines beautifully like the sun rising over the horizon,
    And her intelligence, wisdom, and hard work are not surprising.
    She is a genuinely caring women
    Who goes the extra mile to help one in need or broken hearted,
    And throughout all of her hard work,
    No one ever sees her fall apart.

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    Sometimes life gets difficult and you begin to wonder what you have done that life treats you so bad. I am a man in my 30s. I am not married yet and I have no achievements. I work so hard to...

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  20. 38. Great-Grandmother, A Beautiful Woman

    • By Jacquia Lindsay
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems April 2006

    A poem written in tribute to a great and noble woman: a great-grandmother who has seen and suffered much and is full of love and strength.

    in Grandmother Poems

    Strong, beautiful black woman, so peaceful and serene,
    You deserve to live in Paradise and shown the finer things.
    Life has dealt you plenty of cards, some winning, others bad,
    And tides have brought in waves of memories: both happy and sad.
    Gracious, beautiful black woman, so wonderful and divine,
    You've endured many heartaches - oh, the world is so unkind!
    Your speech is confident, your eyes are soft, and your walk is hard and bold.
    Your laugh equals happiness, your heart contains love and hides the stories untold.
    Tired, beautiful black woman, so patient and so calm,
    It's funny how you hold the family's fear within your palm!
    With wrinkles, stress, and worn-torn hands, tell me how do you smile so...
    When you've traveled this long, endured all this pain, and still have miles to go.
    Blessed, beautiful black woman, so collected and confident,
    I can't imagine a gift greater than you - your love is heaven sent.
    Don't you dare give up now, just stay strong, your reward is comin'...
    Strong, courageous, gracious, blessed, and beautiful black woman.

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    I hope you don't mind that I shared this poem with a Great Grandmother in our church, she has custody of her two great grandchildren, one of them is 8 and the other is just born 3 months...

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  21. 39. Strong Women

    I wrote this poem so all women of all ages can feel empowered!! Every woman in the world is beautiful!

    in Inspirational Poems by Teens

    We are soft and feminine,
    Pretty and stylish,
    We are strong in heart,
    We keep going on and on,
    We persevere...

    Women are dependable,
    Loving, and caring,
    We keep our men going,
    When times are rough,
    We are very tough,

    There are all kinds,
    Of beautiful women,
    In the world...
    All shapes and sizes,
    Different personalities,
    We make up a good,
    Part of the world,

    We go through a lot,
    We get the worst end,
    Of breakups and heartache,
    We get the emotional baggage,
    The periods, the cramps,
    But that is only,
    A small fraction,
    Of who we are,

    We can be anyone we want!
    We're independent,
    We can be doctors,
    Lawyers, teachers,
    Journalists, surgeons,
    Accountants, soldiers,
    The world is our oyster,
    And we are the pearls,

    Love fills our souls,
    We are so full of life,
    We shine like diamonds,
    In the night sky,
    We may rise and fall,
    But through it all,
    We stand up tall.

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  22. 40. I Am Every Woman

    • By Rakhi Nariani
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems May 2017

    I am a single parent who has brought up her daughter, giving her the love of both a father and a mother. I believe a woman has immense strength and power from within. This poem has come from the deepest core of my heart, which speaks for the hearts of all women worldwide. It is a poem that brings to light a woman's power.

    in Inspirational Poems

    A woman is beauty innate,
    A symbol of power and strength.
    She puts her life at stake.
    She's real, she's not fake!

    The summer of life she's ready to see in spring.
    She says, "Spring will come again, my dear.
    Let me care for the ones who're near."
    She's The Woman - she has no fear!

    Strong is she in her faith and beliefs.
    "Persistence is the key to everything," says she.
    Despite the sighs and groans and moans,
    She's strong in her faith, firm in her belief!

    She's a lioness; don't mess with her.
    She'll not spare you if you're a prankster.
    Don't ever try to saw her pride, her self-respect.
    She knows how to thaw you, saw you - so beware!

    She's today's woman. Today's woman, dear.
    Love her, respect her, keep her near...

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