The Color Of Woman Is Marble... Poem by Chuy Amante

The Color Of Woman Is Marble...

Rating: 5.0


the color of woman is marble
love is her smell

sculpt her with marvel
live with her a spell?

for solid and cold
is her beat up shell

so much love is hiding
but rarely her firey hell

beaten down for centuries
her skin has gotten thick

to pry out drops of love
don't ever use a stick

Sunday, April 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Roseann Shawiak 01 February 2016

Marble, the color of women, the title made me think, what? why? After reading further is made perfect sense to me. A woman does keep her love well protected, not wanting to have it bruised and battered by a man. Inside a delicate blossom, marble veneer keeping her safe from harm. Beautiful poem, love it. 10 +++++ Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn

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S.zaynab Kamoonpuri 17 April 2015

Marble eh. Coz women show difrent colours perhaps. This was an artsy poem that makes us grin. The last line is rhyming thoughtful. Kudos poet. Nice to read u again.

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Sandra Feldman 12 April 2015

What a beautiful homage to women, that I am sure no woman could resist. Beautifully written, So simple, So sweet.

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