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.
goldenmyst
Poem Published
15th Sep 2019 7:11pm
15th Sep 2019 7:11pm
Bewitched: The Lost Episode, A Dream
#women
#marriage
#parody
#funny
#feminism
61 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
14th Sep 2019 5:20am
14th Sep 2019 5:20am
I Wept for the Women of the World
I Wept for the Women of the World
I stand and face the picture window while gazing out at the lotus pond. Morning sunlight bathes me in glowing radiance. As I look around in the mirror I see myself in my nightgown, illuminated. I feel pure and angelic. It is as though I am transformed by the light into a spirit, free from hunger, pain, or sorrow.
The soft breeze blows from the ceiling fan and rustles my gown with the cotton fabric tickling my soft skin. My bare feet on the wooden floor tingle with pleasure. I wonder where my husband is. However, I am glad to be alone...
I stand and face the picture window while gazing out at the lotus pond. Morning sunlight bathes me in glowing radiance. As I look around in the mirror I see myself in my nightgown, illuminated. I feel pure and angelic. It is as though I am transformed by the light into a spirit, free from hunger, pain, or sorrow.
The soft breeze blows from the ceiling fan and rustles my gown with the cotton fabric tickling my soft skin. My bare feet on the wooden floor tingle with pleasure. I wonder where my husband is. However, I am glad to be alone...
#love
#women
#relationships
#marriage
#feminism
25 reads
4 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
29th Aug 2019 1:33pm
29th Aug 2019 1:33pm
August Moon
I strip - kindred -
a sliver of a mountainous female, beneath our
New Moon
and wash,
wash away the walls of fertility,
prepare with a clean linen
a generative body for rebirth.
I grieve
what wasn't, and engage with the throbbing-ache
of an egg abandoning the hen,
and I indulge my back ache, my tiredness, my sore skin
as payment for blossom, regardless
of pollination.
Under our New Moon I stand my idol,
physique of the Mother, a period in time where I am living, breathing, thriving -
and thank her, in her...
a sliver of a mountainous female, beneath our
New Moon
and wash,
wash away the walls of fertility,
prepare with a clean linen
a generative body for rebirth.
I grieve
what wasn't, and engage with the throbbing-ache
of an egg abandoning the hen,
and I indulge my back ache, my tiredness, my sore skin
as payment for blossom, regardless
of pollination.
Under our New Moon I stand my idol,
physique of the Mother, a period in time where I am living, breathing, thriving -
and thank her, in her...
#faith
#gratitude
#feminism
55 reads
1 Comment
rowantree
Rowan E.
Rowan E.
Poem Published
20th Aug 2019 10:09pm
20th Aug 2019 10:09pm
"LSU urges students to 'Run, hide, or fight.'"
*trigger warning - guns / shooting**
~
I was going to get coffee, now
knees to chin in my dorm closet. about a mile away
it happened,
this new normal
we pretend no one can affect.
someone with a gun
I hold
my knees and have
church in my dorm room
Mass for the shooting as another
shooting amasses
another day of weather
a chance of bullets
from cocked clouds
and
another
inch crumbled off the coastline,
hands of the ocean waving a higher
hello to the sun;...
~
I was going to get coffee, now
knees to chin in my dorm closet. about a mile away
it happened,
this new normal
we pretend no one can affect.
someone with a gun
I hold
my knees and have
church in my dorm room
Mass for the shooting as another
shooting amasses
another day of weather
a chance of bullets
from cocked clouds
and
another
inch crumbled off the coastline,
hands of the ocean waving a higher
hello to the sun;...
#GunControl
#environment
#feminism
46 reads
4 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
18th Aug 2019 9:02pm
18th Aug 2019 9:02pm
Psysmic
mind
body
divorced
emotion
thought
all for naught
accomplishing nothing
without application
of physicality forced;
size matters
or so we're taught ...
Sometimes
a subtle nudge
if you will
is all it takes;
a ceramic ashtray moves
a ceramic ashtray shakes
next thing you know
a ceramic ashtray breaks
Those who wish to suppress
what you are capable of
will insult your intelligence
demand allegience by ...
body
divorced
emotion
thought
all for naught
accomplishing nothing
without application
of physicality forced;
size matters
or so we're taught ...
Sometimes
a subtle nudge
if you will
is all it takes;
a ceramic ashtray moves
a ceramic ashtray shakes
next thing you know
a ceramic ashtray breaks
Those who wish to suppress
what you are capable of
will insult your intelligence
demand allegience by ...
#women
#bullying
#feminism
#inequality
#StephenKing
90 reads
2 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
14th Aug 2019 6:13am
14th Aug 2019 6:13am
Groan Ass Man
The years and the
Months go by
No one gives a
Shit about your
Time, least of all
You
Moaning and
Groaning into
Another poem
Brittle bones,
Brittle spirit
It comes near,
Then scurries
Away
Times it by
Twelve, carry
the two, and now
We’re talking a small
Fortune
You fucking think
This is easy?
Sexual urges?
I’ve mainly had
To take care of
That myself
So what if all the
Women I’ve known
In my...
Months go by
No one gives a
Shit about your
Time, least of all
You
Moaning and
Groaning into
Another poem
Brittle bones,
Brittle spirit
It comes near,
Then scurries
Away
Times it by
Twelve, carry
the two, and now
We’re talking a small
Fortune
You fucking think
This is easy?
Sexual urges?
I’ve mainly had
To take care of
That myself
So what if all the
Women I’ve known
In my...
#women
#sex
#MeToo
#greed
#feminism
103 reads
2 Comments
Oohloulala
Poem Published
7th Aug 2019 11:58pm
7th Aug 2019 11:58pm
Female Millenial (his word is law)
Definition (noun) a young woman reaching adulthood in the 21st Century. Born from 81 to 96 and presently considered the enemy. Liberal, avocado consuming and workshy group the masses, with the sustained and indignant belief that we should build them houses!
A generation so consumed with what's in their best interests, LGBTQ and the rest, back in my day if the boss didn't pinch your arse it meant you were the last one left! The shorter the dress the more you impress.
These girls will regret when they are older but not me, as I read the Daily Mail with Pointless on the TV...
A generation so consumed with what's in their best interests, LGBTQ and the rest, back in my day if the boss didn't pinch your arse it meant you were the last one left! The shorter the dress the more you impress.
These girls will regret when they are older but not me, as I read the Daily Mail with Pointless on the TV...
#women
#aging
#feminism
165 reads
2 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
26th Jul 2019 4:27am
26th Jul 2019 4:27am
Huh?
It’s stupid because
You’re avoiding
the truth
feminism always
worked for me
because I was
a coward and
I wouldn’t have
To do what men
Traditionally
Did
You’re standing on the
Shoulders of gigantic
Idiots
I can’t feel
Anything
Anymore
If you agree
With me, I’ve
Failed as an
Artist
Little things that
Are little known
If we stopped
Lying to each
Other, we’d no
Longer be
Human
86% of the homeless ...
You’re avoiding
the truth
feminism always
worked for me
because I was
a coward and
I wouldn’t have
To do what men
Traditionally
Did
You’re standing on the
Shoulders of gigantic
Idiots
I can’t feel
Anything
Anymore
If you agree
With me, I’ve
Failed as an
Artist
Little things that
Are little known
If we stopped
Lying to each
Other, we’d no
Longer be
Human
86% of the homeless ...
#honesty
#art
#feminism
#culture
#apathy
73 reads
3 Comments
BabydoII
Itty Bitty
Itty Bitty
Poem Published
22nd Jul 2019 5:04pm
22nd Jul 2019 5:04pm
History's Ghosts
Sybil ludington rode twice the distance
The road filled with perilous resistance
Thieves, dark night, a chill in the air
Nothing but a horse, no gun to bear
Fighting like a girl to get to her destination
Commended by the president for helping save the nation
But all you'll hear
Is about Paul fuckin Revere
His half ass ride
Priding against a still tide
Well, I guess that's how the stories go
We didn't write the texts, just became history's ghosts...
...
So, the next one in
Is Rosalind Franklin ...
The road filled with perilous resistance
Thieves, dark night, a chill in the air
Nothing but a horse, no gun to bear
Fighting like a girl to get to her destination
Commended by the president for helping save the nation
But all you'll hear
Is about Paul fuckin Revere
His half ass ride
Priding against a still tide
Well, I guess that's how the stories go
We didn't write the texts, just became history's ghosts...
...
So, the next one in
Is Rosalind Franklin ...
#women
#feminism
#historical #nonfiction
#historical #nonfiction
49 reads
slipalong
Poem Published
27th Jun 2019 6:40am
27th Jun 2019 6:40am
The Matriarch
Crowns with heads so full of curlers
scepter and orb a dustpan and brush
When things need to multi task
You cant ask a man to do all that
Handbag full of mysteries
A selection of white lies
Not fall flat upon our face
But on your toes to rise
The apron strings tied to our heart
A nurcher bigger than Wall Mart
Indelible the will transforms
The roses and the thorns
Clasp the stems and bleed unseen
Be resolute and show no pain
Emotion deep within her grain
Of feminine, in that wake I sail
...
scepter and orb a dustpan and brush
When things need to multi task
You cant ask a man to do all that
Handbag full of mysteries
A selection of white lies
Not fall flat upon our face
But on your toes to rise
The apron strings tied to our heart
A nurcher bigger than Wall Mart
Indelible the will transforms
The roses and the thorns
Clasp the stems and bleed unseen
Be resolute and show no pain
Emotion deep within her grain
Of feminine, in that wake I sail
...
#feminism
54 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
27th Jun 2019 4:25am
27th Jun 2019 4:25am
A New Orleans State of Mind
#loneliness
#romantic
#city
#lover
#feminism
64 reads
2 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
21st Jun 2019 12:55pm
21st Jun 2019 12:55pm
Beholding
A margin in an outline drawn
a stamp the perfect form of mint
for that shine no others fit
A mold that will draw the eye
and stands outside envy and chide
Gods hold an accolade
For a Godiva bare she comes
tresses hide her generous charms
and ride through all, no sense of shame
Show what ideals could achieve
a spouse so snubbed
taxes that should be repeeled
Not to pillory but cheer
for woman built of iron will
a form for history to acclaim
That whistfull exibition ...
a stamp the perfect form of mint
for that shine no others fit
A mold that will draw the eye
and stands outside envy and chide
Gods hold an accolade
For a Godiva bare she comes
tresses hide her generous charms
and ride through all, no sense of shame
Show what ideals could achieve
a spouse so snubbed
taxes that should be repeeled
Not to pillory but cheer
for woman built of iron will
a form for history to acclaim
That whistfull exibition ...
#feminism
55 reads
0 Comments
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