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.
Drieks
Poem Published
Today 5:28am
Today 5:28am
Cry-baby (with Skyra)
Excuse my sanity.
I lack the parts to portray “he” or “man” to be
labelled as such, not much of a “key” to humanity.
No metal seems to be a fan of me.
Allegedly I created aura’s for them to be mad
and sickened, partially wicked, characteristically chickened out of glee.
Can I just say I’d like to leave?
No? Oh well, on my way to lies and deceit.
Can I just say I’d like to believe?
I can? Well damn, let’s pretend I’m suddenly
saint again.
If my life takes time out of yours for you to go
ahead and say I...
I lack the parts to portray “he” or “man” to be
labelled as such, not much of a “key” to humanity.
No metal seems to be a fan of me.
Allegedly I created aura’s for them to be mad
and sickened, partially wicked, characteristically chickened out of glee.
Can I just say I’d like to leave?
No? Oh well, on my way to lies and deceit.
Can I just say I’d like to believe?
I can? Well damn, let’s pretend I’m suddenly
saint again.
If my life takes time out of yours for you to go
ahead and say I...
#HumanRights
#feminism
#inequality
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Skyra
Poem Published
Today 5:24am
Today 5:24am
Cry-baby (feat. Drieks)
Excuse my sanity.
I lack the parts to portray “he” or “man” to be
labelled as such, not much of a “key” to humanity.
No metal seems to be a fan of me.
Allegedly I created aura’s for them to be mad
and sickened, partially wicked, characteristically
chickened out of glee.
Can I just say I’d like to leave?
No? Oh well, on my way to lies and deceit.
Can I just say I’d like to believe?
I can? Well damn, let’s pretend I’m suddenly
saint again.
If my life takes time out of yours for you to go
ahead and say I...
I lack the parts to portray “he” or “man” to be
labelled as such, not much of a “key” to humanity.
No metal seems to be a fan of me.
Allegedly I created aura’s for them to be mad
and sickened, partially wicked, characteristically
chickened out of glee.
Can I just say I’d like to leave?
No? Oh well, on my way to lies and deceit.
Can I just say I’d like to believe?
I can? Well damn, let’s pretend I’m suddenly
saint again.
If my life takes time out of yours for you to go
ahead and say I...
#HumanRights
#feminism
#inequality
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:14am
Yesterday 5:14am
Red Queen
Red Queen
Spark of God smolders in her eyes
Fierce as the splash of blood moon
As scarlet fades to black
In a midnight mass for a dark angel
Whose purple bra straps on bare shoulders
Are a path to Solaris in the heat of gold
That shines like the red queen of Macedonia
Whose greatness exceeds Alexander
For red embers on yellow Hellenic rose
That she holds like a rope for dear life
When art is the rosy painting of love
That blossoms on the wall behind
As her stare is a javelin thrown
Spark of God smolders in her eyes
Fierce as the splash of blood moon
As scarlet fades to black
In a midnight mass for a dark angel
Whose purple bra straps on bare shoulders
Are a path to Solaris in the heat of gold
That shines like the red queen of Macedonia
Whose greatness exceeds Alexander
For red embers on yellow Hellenic rose
That she holds like a rope for dear life
When art is the rosy painting of love
That blossoms on the wall behind
As her stare is a javelin thrown
#love
#romantic
#beauty
#feminism
#sensual
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Sep 2022 3:29am
30th Sep 2022 3:29am
Gothic Cowgirl
Gothic Cowgirl
Pioneer princess of the red darkness
A fearless falconess
Whose scarlet plaits wander down scarf
While serious Russian lipstick gaze
Rises like the resurrection prophecy
Her sidelong look dares cowboys
To stare too long for her blue shooting stars
Whose bulletproof shield is a merciless blouse
That gathers desire in a tigress web
That broaches no trespass
From hard-muscled plains boys
Who she rolls in her hayloft
Her Bastille smoked by fiery rubber trees
When the bra dungeon burns
With...
Pioneer princess of the red darkness
A fearless falconess
Whose scarlet plaits wander down scarf
While serious Russian lipstick gaze
Rises like the resurrection prophecy
Her sidelong look dares cowboys
To stare too long for her blue shooting stars
Whose bulletproof shield is a merciless blouse
That gathers desire in a tigress web
That broaches no trespass
From hard-muscled plains boys
Who she rolls in her hayloft
Her Bastille smoked by fiery rubber trees
When the bra dungeon burns
With...
#strength
#courage
#women #feminism
#women #feminism
43 reads
4 Comments
Sandals
Poem Published
26th Sep 2022 4:23pm
26th Sep 2022 4:23pm
Look What Cha Do To Me Baby
#erotic
#gothic
#feminism
#ForbiddenLove
#passion
75 reads
4 Comments
dejure
vick
vick
Poem Published
17th Sep 2022 9:28pm
17th Sep 2022 9:28pm
I was Cursed...
..and
I woke up as a woman
so I thought
was I cursed or blessed?
I walked out with the thought
everything comes easy
for a woman...
I could see the eye gazes
dropping from my eye level
every time I spoke to a man
I tried to pull the
blouse up
I sensed them following me
I couldn't look back
I didn't understand the fear
so I walked fast.
I felt a hand on my waist
rubbing down
I couldn't move as I was
trying to stand steady
on the bus
I...
I woke up as a woman
so I thought
was I cursed or blessed?
I walked out with the thought
everything comes easy
for a woman...
I could see the eye gazes
dropping from my eye level
every time I spoke to a man
I tried to pull the
blouse up
I sensed them following me
I couldn't look back
I didn't understand the fear
so I walked fast.
I felt a hand on my waist
rubbing down
I couldn't move as I was
trying to stand steady
on the bus
I...
#women
#abuse
#bullying
#PowerOfWords
#feminism
67 reads
1 Comment
Sandals
Poem Published
17th Sep 2022 5:07pm
17th Sep 2022 5:07pm
Thank U For This Luv
#men
#gothic
#UnrequitedLove
#feminism
#witches
70 reads
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
12th Aug 2022 11:05am
12th Aug 2022 11:05am
To guys who don’t read girls
I guess I’d question why
you even read at all,
if not to know people and life
much deeper than you know it now,
and feel the flavour of the fate
that’s also feminine.
It is, I suppose, an opposing pose.
Do you even read men?
Or just gaze glassily at Faulkner
and think about 10-dollar words?
(But only in a Starbucks, of course.)
And if what know about girls is just
whatever you’ve gleaned from de Sade,
and even that dead libertine reflected on
by dust in sunlight more than eyes,
I have to ask:...
you even read at all,
if not to know people and life
much deeper than you know it now,
and feel the flavour of the fate
that’s also feminine.
It is, I suppose, an opposing pose.
Do you even read men?
Or just gaze glassily at Faulkner
and think about 10-dollar words?
(But only in a Starbucks, of course.)
And if what know about girls is just
whatever you’ve gleaned from de Sade,
and even that dead libertine reflected on
by dust in sunlight more than eyes,
I have to ask:...
#men
#books
#feminism #masculinity
#feminism #masculinity
80 reads
4 Comments
Sandals
Poem Published
11th Aug 2022 00:31am
11th Aug 2022 00:31am
A Gay Female Ah Speaks
#dark
#gothic
#feminism
#ForbiddenLove
#crush
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
31st Jul 2022 6:50pm
31st Jul 2022 6:50pm
Dancer in Flames
She is a witch, of course. No girl of Autocratic Faith
could spark a light with just her feet, and stamp so hard
on treading-boards that little bones in ankles break
and fire singes thighs, yet all is healed by Monday morn
and no impression left behind to make a theatre owner red.
She is as dead in Father’s eyes as living on His earth.
And so she turns and turning burns again; a mock
of bridal gowns adorns the statuesque supports.
(These are the rich man’s peasant thoughts.)
She’s billed as “Ann, the Daughter of the Son of Thorns,
&...
could spark a light with just her feet, and stamp so hard
on treading-boards that little bones in ankles break
and fire singes thighs, yet all is healed by Monday morn
and no impression left behind to make a theatre owner red.
She is as dead in Father’s eyes as living on His earth.
And so she turns and turning burns again; a mock
of bridal gowns adorns the statuesque supports.
(These are the rich man’s peasant thoughts.)
She’s billed as “Ann, the Daughter of the Son of Thorns,
&...
#feminism
#historical
#dance #witches
#dance #witches
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2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
19th Jul 2022 7:08pm
19th Jul 2022 7:08pm
A Backwards View
(on micro-aggressions)
It’s odd to reflect in hindsight on
the little hatreds that emerge
in little words and reassurances.
The Australian teacher who told me
that I should be grateful to be called
a pervert, since wouldn’t gays be happier
if they identified themselves as such?
The same woman who’d say
that certain stereotypes have weight.
(‘In corpses, dear, perhaps’
would be the ungracious reply.)
Who said that Jews
were sometimes greedy Jews,
claiming dental care as charity relief
and then...
It’s odd to reflect in hindsight on
the little hatreds that emerge
in little words and reassurances.
The Australian teacher who told me
that I should be grateful to be called
a pervert, since wouldn’t gays be happier
if they identified themselves as such?
The same woman who’d say
that certain stereotypes have weight.
(‘In corpses, dear, perhaps’
would be the ungracious reply.)
Who said that Jews
were sometimes greedy Jews,
claiming dental care as charity relief
and then...
#hate
#gay
#racism #feminism
#racism #feminism
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Rianne
Poem Published
15th Jul 2022 11:42am
15th Jul 2022 11:42am
Sovereign song
Venusian vines
melodic robe
lulling eyelids speak
night my offering
Venusian vines
melody, lulling eyelids
I am the siren
bird woman risen
from nine ripples
I am the siren
bird woman
from nine ripples open
to ghost waves of air
solitude, solvent soul
solitude , I celebrate my sovereignty
I am the siren
bird woman rise
I am the siren
I behold no one
I behold no one
only my soul
only my soul
melodic robe
lulling eyelids speak
night my offering
Venusian vines
melody, lulling eyelids
I am the siren
bird woman risen
from nine ripples
I am the siren
bird woman
from nine ripples open
to ghost waves of air
solitude, solvent soul
solitude , I celebrate my sovereignty
I am the siren
bird woman rise
I am the siren
I behold no one
I behold no one
only my soul
only my soul
#freedom
#feminism
#symbolism
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