Poetry Blogs (female)

Sometimes it bugs me

to have to chain up my chest

to keep it under control

And a few days each month

I’m afraid to stand up

for fear of disaster below

The price to pay for having a way

to make two little humans

and call them my own

One of whom

will make the same complaints

once she is fully grown.

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I saw her stand

exposed and timid

nervous, shivering

in the leafy sun

a dappled beauty

suddenly shy

I saw him stand

proud and sure

brash, potent

in the cool shade

a young pretender

suddenly hesitant

I heard them come

angry and loud

fast, rushing

through the heat

the older lads

suddenly here

I saw his doubt

alone and fearful

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