Poems about Feminism
#feminism
Poems about feminism, the advocacy of women's rights on the ground of the equality of the sexes. Poetry about feminism includes feminist poems, and also poems challenging the modern feminist movement. Also views on feminism in mass media, and the inequality that still exists between men and women around the world.
NP_NP
Poem Published
16th Mar 2025 7:31pm
16th Mar 2025 7:31pm
Divinity
Let them play for titles,
While I burn the fields,
He doesn’t understand why,
He loves the blaze in her eyes.
Setting intentions,
Blowing out candles,
I now dance by myself.
Kindling the flames in her heart,
Heel on the throats of my enemies,
Caring not for revenge,
But her own salvation.
Forever to plague his memories,
Thinking of what could have been.
Paying homage to ancestors,
Drinking the bitter truth, no chaser.
I'll never pursue another man,
Let God clear my path....
While I burn the fields,
He doesn’t understand why,
He loves the blaze in her eyes.
Setting intentions,
Blowing out candles,
I now dance by myself.
Kindling the flames in her heart,
Heel on the throats of my enemies,
Caring not for revenge,
But her own salvation.
Forever to plague his memories,
Thinking of what could have been.
Paying homage to ancestors,
Drinking the bitter truth, no chaser.
I'll never pursue another man,
Let God clear my path....
#feminism
#love
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
#women
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
16th Mar 2025 4:15pm
16th Mar 2025 4:15pm
~ASHTAKAALI~ The Eight Avatar-ing Kaali
https://youtu.be/xWgDYQgCKM8?feature=shared
the demon in a let loose cruel
.’Rakshasa Kora Thaandavam’
..the slaying of the demon
are the needful prayers
of these innocent helpless
masses ..
in the happening now. the
#Soorasamhaaram
the virgin snake goddess
‘Nagakanni Amman’
births the raging sacred forces
The Eight Kaali Forms .. the
‘ASHTAKAALI..’
from the eighth egg.....
the demon in a let loose cruel
.’Rakshasa Kora Thaandavam’
..the slaying of the demon
are the needful prayers
of these innocent helpless
masses ..
in the happening now. the
#Soorasamhaaram
the virgin snake goddess
‘Nagakanni Amman’
births the raging sacred forces
The Eight Kaali Forms .. the
‘ASHTAKAALI..’
from the eighth egg.....
#feminism
#God
#inspirational
#rebellion
#spiritual
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NP_NP
Poem Published
15th Mar 2025 8:14pm
15th Mar 2025 8:14pm
The Great Awakening
Let those who speak ill of me fall silent,
And those who wish to see me harmed, may their sight be taken.
I call back all the energy once stolen and given,
Conserving it now, for the drums of war are awakening.
Spirituality and religion stand apart,
But this time, they can no longer burn us at the stakes—
Our power grows, even in the dark.
Confusion seeps into the patriarchy’s mind,
As the feminine learns to harness her strength,
No longer blind.
Once, told to avoid the...
And those who wish to see me harmed, may their sight be taken.
I call back all the energy once stolen and given,
Conserving it now, for the drums of war are awakening.
Spirituality and religion stand apart,
But this time, they can no longer burn us at the stakes—
Our power grows, even in the dark.
Confusion seeps into the patriarchy’s mind,
As the feminine learns to harness her strength,
No longer blind.
Once, told to avoid the...
#feminism
#philosophical
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#women
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Dragonnora
Nora
Nora
Poem Published
12th Mar 2025 2:16pm
12th Mar 2025 2:16pm
Emotional
My emotions are much bigger than me
I try to keep them in, but they spill out eventually
Flooding and dragging me into the ground
And they can’t even see what keeps me down
You can’t even see how you’ve hurt me now
Oh
You can’t even see you’ve hurt me now
Every comment cuts a little more
You’re joking that I’m crazy
but that’s how you made me
You love that I’m insecure
Holding back on the loving
So I’ll take your nothing
and I don’t deserve more
The current gets stronger and stronger
Increasing in violence...
I try to keep them in, but they spill out eventually
Flooding and dragging me into the ground
And they can’t even see what keeps me down
You can’t even see how you’ve hurt me now
Oh
You can’t even see you’ve hurt me now
Every comment cuts a little more
You’re joking that I’m crazy
but that’s how you made me
You love that I’m insecure
Holding back on the loving
So I’ll take your nothing
and I don’t deserve more
The current gets stronger and stronger
Increasing in violence...
#feminism
#ignorance
#manipulation
#weakness
#women
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wallyroo92
Bumped 24th Feb 2025 2:29am
1st Oct 2019 7:28pm
1st Oct 2019 7:28pm
She Will Take It Back
Mother Earth,
She will take it back,
The patriarchal society will soon come to an end,
It’s brought nothing but tyranny, war and famine,
It will give way to something new,
Something beautiful,
As a new generation rises in the horizon.
I hear their voices,
I see their eyes,
They stand up against the big political industrial machine,
They speak their minds calling for change,
Because the future is theirs.
One by one, their light comes up over the east,
With powerful narrative and imagery as they to walk the earth, ...
She will take it back,
The patriarchal society will soon come to an end,
It’s brought nothing but tyranny, war and famine,
It will give way to something new,
Something beautiful,
As a new generation rises in the horizon.
I hear their voices,
I see their eyes,
They stand up against the big political industrial machine,
They speak their minds calling for change,
Because the future is theirs.
One by one, their light comes up over the east,
With powerful narrative and imagery as they to walk the earth, ...
#earth
#environment
#PowerOfWords #feminism
#PowerOfWords #feminism
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 1:30am
2nd Feb 2025 1:30am
The Feminine Stain
When I was a kid
my dad said he could
tell always when
a book was penned
by female hand and mind,
in cases even where
a male pseudonym was used,
and so he’d have to put it down
and pick up something else instead,
a woman’s prose
being too flowery for him.
He was horrified when
I told him at 12
that my favourite author
was Agatha Christie,
but settled a little
when I was 15
and reading Patricia Highsmith,
because she was a lesbian
and therefore of masculine mind,
to his mind.
...
my dad said he could
tell always when
a book was penned
by female hand and mind,
in cases even where
a male pseudonym was used,
and so he’d have to put it down
and pick up something else instead,
a woman’s prose
being too flowery for him.
He was horrified when
I told him at 12
that my favourite author
was Agatha Christie,
but settled a little
when I was 15
and reading Patricia Highsmith,
because she was a lesbian
and therefore of masculine mind,
to his mind.
...
#art
#feminism
#hate #oppression
#hate #oppression
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1 Comment
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 4:16pm
30th Jan 2025 4:16pm
The Beauty Of The Breasts
Ladies, I tried my best to show that breast smasher machine, and this was my first mammogram as a preventative measure to encourage and inspire any woman of age to get a mammogram and also, please continue to do your self-breast exams each month.
And it was a gift, I was able to be fitted in on a day I was traveling out of state. Allah is great to allow me to bring the wonderous of such a test to you, hopefully, you will be more attuned to schedule for your own.
If you have not gotten a colonoscopy please do so, Colorectal Cancer have no pre-symptoms until...
And it was a gift, I was able to be fitted in on a day I was traveling out of state. Allah is great to allow me to bring the wonderous of such a test to you, hopefully, you will be more attuned to schedule for your own.
If you have not gotten a colonoscopy please do so, Colorectal Cancer have no pre-symptoms until...
#CallToAction
#cancer
#feminism
#peace
#women
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 8:38am
14th Jan 2025 8:38am
Queen of Darkness
Queen of Darkness
She is the angel
Guarding the gates of her Eden
Wielding a flaming sword
Wounded but never conquered
She is friend to the serpent
In whose lair she sleeps
And the spider whose webs
Are the art that decorate her eaves
She wears her lipstick feminism
While peering through glasses
With lens made of the crystal fury
Of Bloody Mary’s cocktail glass
She is the angel
Guarding the gates of her Eden
Wielding a flaming sword
Wounded but never conquered
She is friend to the serpent
In whose lair she sleeps
And the spider whose webs
Are the art that decorate her eaves
She wears her lipstick feminism
While peering through glasses
With lens made of the crystal fury
Of Bloody Mary’s cocktail glass
#angels
#feminism
#gothic
#nature
#women
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 3:15pm
13th Jan 2025 3:15pm
Like an Echo
"She should be like a town clock — keep time and observe regularity. She should not, however, like a town clock, speak so loudly that all the town may hear her.
She should be like a snail — prudent, and keep within her own house.
She should not be like a snail — carry all she has upon her back.
She should be like an echo — speak when spoken to.
But she should not be like an echo — determined always to have the last word." - "Three Wifely Virtues", The Australian Woman's Mirror, 24/02/1925
A snail slimes across a leaf,
Its hearth and...
She should be like a snail — prudent, and keep within her own house.
She should not be like a snail — carry all she has upon her back.
She should be like an echo — speak when spoken to.
But she should not be like an echo — determined always to have the last word." - "Three Wifely Virtues", The Australian Woman's Mirror, 24/02/1925
A snail slimes across a leaf,
Its hearth and...
#abuse
#feminism
#historical #marriage
#historical #marriage
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 4:07am
6th Nov 2024 4:07am
The Party on the Stairs
We had a party on the stairs,
the ghostly belles and I,
and in that space between the dawn
and when the cockerel cries
we talked of many things,
including how I’d one day wear
a death mask just like theirs,
of powder and patch
and one beauty mark
to anchor the face to the room.
How in this world a woman is a ghost
before even her limbs have stilled,
her heart stopped beating in its cage,
her corset loosed at last.
the ghostly belles and I,
and in that space between the dawn
and when the cockerel cries
we talked of many things,
including how I’d one day wear
a death mask just like theirs,
of powder and patch
and one beauty mark
to anchor the face to the room.
How in this world a woman is a ghost
before even her limbs have stilled,
her heart stopped beating in its cage,
her corset loosed at last.
#beauty
#feminism
#ghosts #historical
#ghosts #historical
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
4th Nov 2024 11:24pm
4th Nov 2024 11:24pm
When a Woman Hopes
When a Woman Hopes
Tresses dark as prairie loess
with glint of sun diamond
peeking through her smile
Of hope on dust bowl days
When the blues are her sky
But rays of love glow in her heart
On the eve of a horizon clouded
But filled with yonder traces
Of a future-light from her maw maw’s dream
On evenings that wrap around her shoulders
With grandma’s Afghan
Woven in the crisscross of wheat tassels
For the breadbasket of her heart
Tresses dark as prairie loess
with glint of sun diamond
peeking through her smile
Of hope on dust bowl days
When the blues are her sky
But rays of love glow in her heart
On the eve of a horizon clouded
But filled with yonder traces
Of a future-light from her maw maw’s dream
On evenings that wrap around her shoulders
With grandma’s Afghan
Woven in the crisscross of wheat tassels
For the breadbasket of her heart
#America
#dreams
#feminism
#hope
#women
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
4th Oct 2024 11:26pm
4th Oct 2024 11:26pm
Horror Poet
one of my firsts was Sylvia Plath
just like sad college girls
the world over
but I knew what people meant
when they said
that her work was obsessed with death
preening, diseased, and cruel
and all I could say
was that I liked it that way
and liked that she went to places
uncouth for women poets of that time…
that if the masculine could be
masturbatory, grim, and raving at the swell
of past
so could the feminine…
and that she took the nursery rhyme
and moulded it to fit
the...
just like sad college girls
the world over
but I knew what people meant
when they said
that her work was obsessed with death
preening, diseased, and cruel
and all I could say
was that I liked it that way
and liked that she went to places
uncouth for women poets of that time…
that if the masculine could be
masturbatory, grim, and raving at the swell
of past
so could the feminine…
and that she took the nursery rhyme
and moulded it to fit
the...
#feminism
#historical
#MentalHealth #WritingPoetry
#MentalHealth #WritingPoetry
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