Poems About Feminism Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about feminism seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
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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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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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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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Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
26th Sep 2024 6:21pm
26th Sep 2024 6:21pm
LIVE FEMMES
it all just falls away,
the memories of girls.
the games they played,
the records they made,
the cootie-riven curls
and feminine landscapes melting.
until all that remains
are two splayed legs in neon tights
above a sign that reads LIVE FEMMES.
the feminine has always been
bought and sold in the marketplaces,
eternally reducing to
the old cliches of male lust.
pink games and purple prose...
products live once and then crumble,
the bloody teeth of time
forever at their heels.
the...
the memories of girls.
the games they played,
the records they made,
the cootie-riven curls
and feminine landscapes melting.
until all that remains
are two splayed legs in neon tights
above a sign that reads LIVE FEMMES.
the feminine has always been
bought and sold in the marketplaces,
eternally reducing to
the old cliches of male lust.
pink games and purple prose...
products live once and then crumble,
the bloody teeth of time
forever at their heels.
the...
#art
#feminism
#PopCulture #sex
#PopCulture #sex
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Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
16th Aug 2024 4:07pm
16th Aug 2024 4:07pm
Some Stray Thoughts on Misogyny
Your Mother's Eden, see.
Her plants watered only by drink
divine, without adultery.
She doesn't lust, she doesn't ache.
She'll make the beds, and break
the eggs. And if she doesn't, death awaits.
But Eden always dies. No tree
or blade exists without mortality's
office. And yet we blame Eden, the dog.
And should a woman turn on us...
Eden doesn't just wither, it burns.
Why else were England's witches only burned
when wife's magic was used against husbands?
The codes of masculinity
were built on...
Her plants watered only by drink
divine, without adultery.
She doesn't lust, she doesn't ache.
She'll make the beds, and break
the eggs. And if she doesn't, death awaits.
But Eden always dies. No tree
or blade exists without mortality's
office. And yet we blame Eden, the dog.
And should a woman turn on us...
Eden doesn't just wither, it burns.
Why else were England's witches only burned
when wife's magic was used against husbands?
The codes of masculinity
were built on...
#feminism
#masculinity
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Northern_Soul
Poem Published
21st Apr 2024 3:26pm
21st Apr 2024 3:26pm
Hymn to Circles
she folds herself
into fragile origami on the chair
hair draped across her cheek
she talks
of everything and nothing
her tiny paw clutching a stone
that gives her words
permission
to leave her throat
to become truths
to birth from her voice
sometimes I find it difficult
to come here at all and others
I watch her deconstruct gently
revealing pieces of herself
over and over
until
she is lighter somehow
until she...
into fragile origami on the chair
hair draped across her cheek
she talks
of everything and nothing
her tiny paw clutching a stone
that gives her words
permission
to leave her throat
to become truths
to birth from her voice
sometimes I find it difficult
to come here at all and others
I watch her deconstruct gently
revealing pieces of herself
over and over
until
she is lighter somehow
until she...
#feminism
#pagan
#women
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1 Comment
Jermainesplain
Poem Published
9th Mar 2024 1:50am
9th Mar 2024 1:50am
Riding the Camelid of Distress on International Women’s Day
Chillin’ in a state of constant fear and trauma
And all I gots to say is thanks Obama
I be twitching and shaking on my way back home
I have a hard time remembering David the Gnome
The theme song specifically, and how that junks went
Door Dash is how my whole paycheck got spent
And even tho I be craving that KFC
I know it ain’t the healthiest meal for me
But imma YOLO this shit till the walls come down
I’m livin’ it up and painting the town
A dark shade of puce
Imma let it hang loose
I suspect Lizzo been having more mayo...
And all I gots to say is thanks Obama
I be twitching and shaking on my way back home
I have a hard time remembering David the Gnome
The theme song specifically, and how that junks went
Door Dash is how my whole paycheck got spent
And even tho I be craving that KFC
I know it ain’t the healthiest meal for me
But imma YOLO this shit till the walls come down
I’m livin’ it up and painting the town
A dark shade of puce
Imma let it hang loose
I suspect Lizzo been having more mayo...
#women
#MeToo
#feminism
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Kinkwizard_95
Poem Published
5th Mar 2024 6:26pm
5th Mar 2024 6:26pm
We are women
Do we stand? Do we stumble?
Are we strong? Are we nimble?
Do we shake? Do we shiver?
Are we cold? Do we quiver?
No, we are women
We sadly don’t get that choice
You have to constantly fight
For your right to deserve life
Are we strong? Are we nimble?
Do we shake? Do we shiver?
Are we cold? Do we quiver?
No, we are women
We sadly don’t get that choice
You have to constantly fight
For your right to deserve life
#strength
#women
#TruthOfLife #feminism
#TruthOfLife #feminism
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2024 9:01am
3rd Mar 2024 9:01am
Torpedo Jamming, Rocket Mapping & Other Innovators in History
Praise your moms, praise your sisters, praise your daughters, praise your queens
Praise all the women in your life who have helped you achieved your dreams
Honor those women who have contributed to society but never got the glory
It’s March, it’s women’s history month so learn about them and tell their stories
Like
Did you know that Hollywood star Hedy Lamarr was also an inventor?
The actress of the silver screen had patents and other inventions that still apply
During the war she came up with the idea of frequency jamming for torpedoes
And that...
Praise all the women in your life who have helped you achieved your dreams
Honor those women who have contributed to society but never got the glory
It’s March, it’s women’s history month so learn about them and tell their stories
Like
Did you know that Hollywood star Hedy Lamarr was also an inventor?
The actress of the silver screen had patents and other inventions that still apply
During the war she came up with the idea of frequency jamming for torpedoes
And that...
#strength
#women
#feminism #historical
#feminism #historical
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6 Comments
Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
1st Feb 2024 4:30am
1st Feb 2024 4:30am
Hollow
You scooped my insides out and left me as empty as a hollow pin pricked egg; left with nothing but half baked sorry ass text message apologies, and crying so hard at night I could not breathe.
I don't know why I always fall for men like you, perhaps it is something that I am missing within myself, that maybe I think that they must have; but never do.
I have been picked apart by so many people, my bones used as toothpicks and my heart as an ashtray; that I have somehow forgotten what being enough for someone felt like in the first place.
You told me you had...
I don't know why I always fall for men like you, perhaps it is something that I am missing within myself, that maybe I think that they must have; but never do.
I have been picked apart by so many people, my bones used as toothpicks and my heart as an ashtray; that I have somehow forgotten what being enough for someone felt like in the first place.
You told me you had...
#breakup
#feminism
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Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2023 4:14pm
2nd Dec 2023 4:14pm
A Brief History of Hating Women
Since youth you’ve been obsessed
by how the ills of all society
are lain at women’s doors like skins.
From Potiphar’s wife to Mrs Clinton,
it’s always women’s fault.
She wasn’t a good enough mum,
she couldn’t keep mum,
she slept around all over town
or seemed at least like that’s
what she wanted. Or else she was frigid.
You realise in the end that no true road exists between the rock of what men want and what
you’d like to be, a hard place undefined.
The truth is that you’re just as flawed as men, as great, and grim,...
by how the ills of all society
are lain at women’s doors like skins.
From Potiphar’s wife to Mrs Clinton,
it’s always women’s fault.
She wasn’t a good enough mum,
she couldn’t keep mum,
she slept around all over town
or seemed at least like that’s
what she wanted. Or else she was frigid.
You realise in the end that no true road exists between the rock of what men want and what
you’d like to be, a hard place undefined.
The truth is that you’re just as flawed as men, as great, and grim,...
#women
#sex
#HumanRights #feminism
#HumanRights #feminism
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MYSTERIOUS_GIRL
Lizzy_3164
Lizzy_3164
Poem Published
31st Jul 2023 3:46am
31st Jul 2023 3:46am
You Are Enough
Dear Ladies
You are not pretty enough
That's the message you hear every day
They may not say it like that But
they do in there own way
So I wanna tell you something
You may not be pretty enough
But you are beautiful
See being britty is cool
But it don't last
The more you obsess
over the body you have
The more you will feel pain
Cause see one day the prettiness
that you charrish o so much
Will fade
And you won't be able to use
Juno, lock or villincy
Or filter it in away ...
You are not pretty enough
That's the message you hear every day
They may not say it like that But
they do in there own way
So I wanna tell you something
You may not be pretty enough
But you are beautiful
See being britty is cool
But it don't last
The more you obsess
over the body you have
The more you will feel pain
Cause see one day the prettiness
that you charrish o so much
Will fade
And you won't be able to use
Juno, lock or villincy
Or filter it in away ...
#women
#beauty
#TruthOfLife #feminism
#TruthOfLife #feminism
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