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.
_Skylark_
Bumped 18th Jun 2021 4:57am
4th Jun 2021 4:38am
4th Jun 2021 4:38am
Ode to Wollstonecraft
The sands of time were stained
Blue from your pen and pain
All we beneficiaries gained
Wings with each stroke of your plume
I know a mother by no other name
Than the one I traced on your grave
Wollstonecraft, your legacy remains
And continues each day to bloom
May your brilliance ever reign
Like the romance and vindication in your veins
And our progress redeem your pain
Mother Mary, taken too soon
Blue from your pen and pain
All we beneficiaries gained
Wings with each stroke of your plume
I know a mother by no other name
Than the one I traced on your grave
Wollstonecraft, your legacy remains
And continues each day to bloom
May your brilliance ever reign
Like the romance and vindication in your veins
And our progress redeem your pain
Mother Mary, taken too soon
#mother
#feminism
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JeanieShyrle83
Poem Published
8th Jun 2021 1:42am
8th Jun 2021 1:42am
Nosebleed
I don't think I'm angry enough...
Road raging drunks
Demanding sovereignty of the road
I didn't ask for conflict
I just wanted to get home
My son.
Still a child. 17...
My child.
I insisted that he stay.
Following my own advice
Still haunts me everyday
I can smell the man's beer breath
On my upper lip
I can taste his putrid hate
Every time that he spits
My forehead still Burns
From when he pushed his to mine
It throbs like a bomb
In need of more time
Words were exchanged, it's all now...
Road raging drunks
Demanding sovereignty of the road
I didn't ask for conflict
I just wanted to get home
My son.
Still a child. 17...
My child.
I insisted that he stay.
Following my own advice
Still haunts me everyday
I can smell the man's beer breath
On my upper lip
I can taste his putrid hate
Every time that he spits
My forehead still Burns
From when he pushed his to mine
It throbs like a bomb
In need of more time
Words were exchanged, it's all now...
#violence
#LGBT
#feminism
#responsibility
#masculinity
29 reads
7 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
6th Jun 2021 5:33am
6th Jun 2021 5:33am
Everything is Not About You, Girl (Senryu)
petty, meddling bitch
secrets flee disloyal lips
racing for cheap wins
secrets flee disloyal lips
racing for cheap wins
#women
#haiku
#senryu #feminism
#senryu #feminism
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12 Comments
RiAN
Poem Published
5th Jun 2021 10:15am
5th Jun 2021 10:15am
Disablot rite for Skadi
Disablot, the Norse feast of the disir, valkyrie
Nurturing the foremothers
Introduction, opening
Oh great foremothers, disir, valkyries, godesses
mothers of the earth, sky, of the sea, the land
of the fire, of creation, fertile mother
of all that is, all that becomes, mother of the trees
I greet you, I greet you
In the circle of the foremother
there is the lineage of my family
my family roots and the ones
that have come before me
and in all the faces of these women
mine own is reflected
...
Nurturing the foremothers
Introduction, opening
Oh great foremothers, disir, valkyries, godesses
mothers of the earth, sky, of the sea, the land
of the fire, of creation, fertile mother
of all that is, all that becomes, mother of the trees
I greet you, I greet you
In the circle of the foremother
there is the lineage of my family
my family roots and the ones
that have come before me
and in all the faces of these women
mine own is reflected
...
#spiritual
#pagan
#feminism
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8 Comments
RiAN
Poem Published
1st Jun 2021 9:59am
1st Jun 2021 9:59am
Reciting parchments of the feminine spirit
from the strident veil
that shrouds are now lifted
may i remind you
from
the
nadir
of
the
nightingale
intoxication
a pore whispers
a sand poured hymn
my true companion
I am your kingdom
It becomes me
pendant enchantment
levitates mothlike
life born wings
pulsate into one
sound song
surrenders
to me
oyster tinctures
clam valves
close
into
opening
verily
I
remember
you
...
that shrouds are now lifted
may i remind you
from
the
nadir
of
the
nightingale
intoxication
a pore whispers
a sand poured hymn
my true companion
I am your kingdom
It becomes me
pendant enchantment
levitates mothlike
life born wings
pulsate into one
sound song
surrenders
to me
oyster tinctures
clam valves
close
into
opening
verily
I
remember
you
...
#love
#universe
#gratitude #feminism
#gratitude #feminism
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1Docmcruz
Nourish Cruz
Nourish Cruz
Poem Published
1st Jun 2021 2:05am
1st Jun 2021 2:05am
Women Warriors
swords on the points of our tongues
birth cords to appoint our young
as vocal lungs
already won
battles blistering the base of our feet
we win wars in heels
aligned chakras as shields
Mother Earth the battle field
Kneel!
birth cords to appoint our young
as vocal lungs
already won
battles blistering the base of our feet
we win wars in heels
aligned chakras as shields
Mother Earth the battle field
Kneel!
#strength
#courage
#women
#redemption
#feminism
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1 Comment
MaryWalker
Poem Published
27th May 2021 2:28pm
27th May 2021 2:28pm
The Fifty Yard Line
There are no glass ceilings
on men's sports teams
---only women whose dreams
shatter from brittling beliefs
that they can't compete
Those who make forward progress
in the collegiate football arena
play like a girl with
as well as against the boys
while you continue making noise
complaining that transgendered
males are sidelining females
from achieving their goals
If only you and them played
for love of the game?
Not fortune
or fame
having a...
on men's sports teams
---only women whose dreams
shatter from brittling beliefs
that they can't compete
Those who make forward progress
in the collegiate football arena
play like a girl with
as well as against the boys
while you continue making noise
complaining that transgendered
males are sidelining females
from achieving their goals
If only you and them played
for love of the game?
Not fortune
or fame
having a...
#women
#sports
#feminism #inequality
#feminism #inequality
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2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th May 2021 10:52pm
18th May 2021 10:52pm
Ladies Lysistrata Auxiliary
Ladies Lysistrata Auxiliary
“Oh my God, what happened?”
“Let me tell you being the Courtesan of the imperial widower isn’t all it is cracked up to be.”
“Did he cheat on you?”
“Worse girl. His memoirs haven’t been released to the public yet but the previews are revealing.”
“Is it juicy?”
“I’d say so and close to home.”
“So your highness husband has been slipping what happens between the sheets to his chronicler?”
“He even had him use onomatopoeia to...
“Oh my God, what happened?”
“Let me tell you being the Courtesan of the imperial widower isn’t all it is cracked up to be.”
“Did he cheat on you?”
“Worse girl. His memoirs haven’t been released to the public yet but the previews are revealing.”
“Is it juicy?”
“I’d say so and close to home.”
“So your highness husband has been slipping what happens between the sheets to his chronicler?”
“He even had him use onomatopoeia to...
#lesbian
#erotic
#feminism
#sensual
#temptation
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RiAN
Poem Published
17th May 2021 9:05am
17th May 2021 9:05am
This is why I refuse
On this day, May 17th
we all raise the flag
but what for and to what_
Celebrating the signing of the Norwegian Constitution in Eidsvoll, 17 May 1814. Constitution Day is the national day of Norway and is an official public holiday observed on 17 May each year.
Part of this law did not give women any right but the right of doing dishes
of cleaning dirt and wiping it under the mat
In this law of 1814 it even was oficially stated that men were in charge of not only
the economic side but also on all levels men were in charge.
When...
we all raise the flag
but what for and to what_
Celebrating the signing of the Norwegian Constitution in Eidsvoll, 17 May 1814. Constitution Day is the national day of Norway and is an official public holiday observed on 17 May each year.
Part of this law did not give women any right but the right of doing dishes
of cleaning dirt and wiping it under the mat
In this law of 1814 it even was oficially stated that men were in charge of not only
the economic side but also on all levels men were in charge.
When...
#oppression
#feminism
#culture #tradition
#culture #tradition
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RiAN
Poem Published
7th May 2021 7:12pm
7th May 2021 7:12pm
Proclamation of the womb
Standing by the waterside, greeting all portals
After half moon rises from her slumber.
Aquamarine ascends to silver, know that you can go deeper
I will offer you my hand, coiled spiral reaching outward
All of our lineage stored into sacred sanctum of the womb
All assault, grief, torment, diseases, abuse is stored there
an incubation to awaken, all women, all hu/mans
who have closed off the entrance to the uterus
place of origin, of finding your watering flow
flowing, floating,
floating,...
After half moon rises from her slumber.
Aquamarine ascends to silver, know that you can go deeper
I will offer you my hand, coiled spiral reaching outward
All of our lineage stored into sacred sanctum of the womb
All assault, grief, torment, diseases, abuse is stored there
an incubation to awaken, all women, all hu/mans
who have closed off the entrance to the uterus
place of origin, of finding your watering flow
flowing, floating,
floating,...
#strength
#feminism
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RiAN
Poem Published
5th May 2021 12:08pm
5th May 2021 12:08pm
Women of over 50
We are not withered suns yet
as we swim into the navel string
of the world tree
flourishing
growing
giving
begetting
exhaling
our lust
is not
least
and
surely
not last
I honor my given beauty
Honor my satin skin
given
I honor
my breasts
all shapes
I am refolded
into
I am belly dancer
tip toeing
sacredly
embracing
myself
mudra
aligns me
with
kundalini
cosmic
kin
I
am ...
as we swim into the navel string
of the world tree
flourishing
growing
giving
begetting
exhaling
our lust
is not
least
and
surely
not last
I honor my given beauty
Honor my satin skin
given
I honor
my breasts
all shapes
I am refolded
into
I am belly dancer
tip toeing
sacredly
embracing
myself
mudra
aligns me
with
kundalini
cosmic
kin
I
am ...
#feminism
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Apr 2021 4:48am
30th Apr 2021 4:48am
Hijab Mystique
Hijab Mystique
From within the confines of the kitchen, laughter erupts. An all-female choir of Baristas yodels ecstatically. I am in a world of serving ladies in a coffee shop for the Sultan where favoritism turns girls into jealous women of the night.
The next round for the chorus is from the sound of music. But in this faraway palace they sing, “The dunes are red with the color of sunset.”
She approaches me holding my bagel. “Take the food from my hands,” she says with the huskiness of a Garbo ordering whiskey.
Upon transfer of the ring of bread, she bends like...
From within the confines of the kitchen, laughter erupts. An all-female choir of Baristas yodels ecstatically. I am in a world of serving ladies in a coffee shop for the Sultan where favoritism turns girls into jealous women of the night.
The next round for the chorus is from the sound of music. But in this faraway palace they sing, “The dunes are red with the color of sunset.”
She approaches me holding my bagel. “Take the food from my hands,” she says with the huskiness of a Garbo ordering whiskey.
Upon transfer of the ring of bread, she bends like...
#coffee
#freedom
#feminism
#culture
#tradition
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