Poems About Feminism Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about feminism seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
MukulNagpal
Poem Published
8th Mar 2019 12:21pm
8th Mar 2019 12:21pm
An Ode to Women
An ode to precious gift of God
The one who holds family like a knot
No matter how much pain she feels
Can't keep secrets, but her pain she never reveals
May be the one you go to work with
Who is breaking the rules and so called myths
She can be the one who loves you more than anybody else
No matter how dirty you are but she never tells
She may be the one you fought with being child
But when you felt pain, she also cried.
May be the one who teaches you to handle every situation
Or the one who is busy in...
The one who holds family like a knot
No matter how much pain she feels
Can't keep secrets, but her pain she never reveals
May be the one you go to work with
Who is breaking the rules and so called myths
She can be the one who loves you more than anybody else
No matter how dirty you are but she never tells
She may be the one you fought with being child
But when you felt pain, she also cried.
May be the one who teaches you to handle every situation
Or the one who is busy in...
#women
#gratitude
#feminism
473 reads
1 Comment
yelluw_always
Poem Published
31st Jan 2019 1:30am
31st Jan 2019 1:30am
Female Poets
sway like they
their way through words
beat-raw and unconstricted
by patriarchy- their hips
grow at their words
swerve at the heart
the seeds of do what they- sway
learning how to undo gentle
skin rubbing the plead
felt not as smooth as painful bumps
against another and against the night
stomping accepted
as rubbing the faults into chasms of no
stepping as the clouds vow
‘sway they like words
their way through words
beat-raw and unconstricted
by patriarchy- their hips
grow at their words
swerve at the heart
the seeds of do what they- sway
learning how to undo gentle
skin rubbing the plead
felt not as smooth as painful bumps
against another and against the night
stomping accepted
as rubbing the faults into chasms of no
stepping as the clouds vow
‘sway they like words
#motivational
#feminism
26 reads
8 Comments
Nari
Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Poem Published
30th Jan 2019 3:03am
30th Jan 2019 3:03am
Hedgehogs
(So if any of ya'll ever thought I was classist or elitist get this shit..I was trying to check her nicely but she was snapping the fuck out. No we're not each other's type; she's submissive..same city pretty much...i'm in blue known each other online about a 1.5 years now)
Hedgehogs
Invading
Crawl
Space
Bodies
In the
Snow packed
Exhaust of
Periodic
Pile ups for
Water
Damaging
Winter’s
Cardboard box ...
Hedgehogs
Invading
Crawl
Space
Bodies
In the
Snow packed
Exhaust of
Periodic
Pile ups for
Water
Damaging
Winter’s
Cardboard box ...
#metaphor
#women
#gay
#politics
#feminism
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Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Poem Published
29th Jan 2019 5:05pm
29th Jan 2019 5:05pm
Sirens
(Great. We get to wake up and do it all over again. Hope for the best; plan for the worst-have a cheerful disposition or don’t get out of bed…)
In times when public services are operating sub-par: time shares,
human rights: resting on less common ground between parties: still on dry land and
refugee: flames setting everything in sight ablaze;
all things masculine like unrecognizable crowds of
people approaching the mouth of a forgotten sea: devoured-and the
romance collective starts building its own
political resolve (that rarely is): ...
In times when public services are operating sub-par: time shares,
human rights: resting on less common ground between parties: still on dry land and
refugee: flames setting everything in sight ablaze;
all things masculine like unrecognizable crowds of
people approaching the mouth of a forgotten sea: devoured-and the
romance collective starts building its own
political resolve (that rarely is): ...
#gay
#politics
#redemption
#feminism
#metaphor
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Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Poem Published
25th Jan 2019 4:30pm
25th Jan 2019 4:30pm
Dreamers
Of course, he’s trying to take her to the cleaners in this divorce. I says #hmpf because you knew what ya had; her normal response is I can take that hit so hopefully he gets it…speaking of getting it…this sistah on social says “shut the fuck up you always got something smart to say” I ain’t the type that has to have the last word so we were cracking up…aight big mama seaweed
Joe Tex ~ Ain't Gonna Bump No More (With No Big Fat Woman) 1977 Disco Purrfection Version
And the
swallow
tail
rivers aren’t there
anymore to
bleed into
seas of ...
Joe Tex ~ Ain't Gonna Bump No More (With No Big Fat Woman) 1977 Disco Purrfection Version
And the
swallow
tail
rivers aren’t there
anymore to
bleed into
seas of ...
#women
#feminism
350 reads
4 Comments
1Docmcruz
PoetCruz
PoetCruz
Poem Published
12th Jan 2019 7:15pm
12th Jan 2019 7:15pm
Mosaic
Women
We skies,
our palette sunrise.
Paint and pardon in our handle grains
watercolor wishes to handle pains.
We woke
by brawn brush stroke.
Recover our imaginations
with amethyst affirmations.
Don’t need validation we WILL canvas.
We are divine designs,
drawn like Giotto's perfect circle
in our sister’s embrace.
We can reach the man on the moon
and color Mona Lisa’s face.
We...
We skies,
our palette sunrise.
Paint and pardon in our handle grains
watercolor wishes to handle pains.
We woke
by brawn brush stroke.
Recover our imaginations
with amethyst affirmations.
Don’t need validation we WILL canvas.
We are divine designs,
drawn like Giotto's perfect circle
in our sister’s embrace.
We can reach the man on the moon
and color Mona Lisa’s face.
We...
#women
#art
#feminism
404 reads
5 Comments
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Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Poem Published
1st Jan 2019 11:00pm
1st Jan 2019 11:00pm
Candy Visual*
Candy Visual
#lesbian
#politics
#redemption
#feminism
#PopCulture
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Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Poem Published
28th Dec 2018 3:38pm
28th Dec 2018 3:38pm
Frock
(Listening to The Bath of the Moorish Queen ~ music Tuatha Dea)
Wrought
Irons of
Anguished
Gate
Stuck between these
Recitations:
Performances
Upon which we
Line
Pages for
You
Despairing
Towards
Some
Middle…and oh the
Drudgery
Stoning
Breasts in their
Low cut
Party
Frock
Cracking
Stones: Paving
Cobbles
Now
Erecting a
Single
Monolith; to
Brutally
Reenter its own
Skin.
Wrought
Irons of
Anguished
Gate
Stuck between these
Recitations:
Performances
Upon which we
Line
Pages for
You
Despairing
Towards
Some
Middle…and oh the
Drudgery
Stoning
Breasts in their
Low cut
Party
Frock
Cracking
Stones: Paving
Cobbles
Now
Erecting a
Single
Monolith; to
Brutally
Reenter its own
Skin.
#women
#erotic
#identity
#SelfReflection
#feminism
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Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Poem Published
28th Dec 2018 4:45am
28th Dec 2018 4:45am
Siphon
Held
In the parts
Of my mind
We cannot
Remember
Yet to
Siphon out
Those
Memories of
You in the
Rain
Not so
Likely to
Yield.
Pressure
At the top
Moments
Held so
Flaccidly:
Unaspiring and
Anew
Stricken and
Trembling
Wobbling and in
Awe.
In the parts
Of my mind
We cannot
Remember
Yet to
Siphon out
Those
Memories of
You in the
Rain
Not so
Likely to
Yield.
Pressure
At the top
Moments
Held so
Flaccidly:
Unaspiring and
Anew
Stricken and
Trembling
Wobbling and in
Awe.
#women
#gay
#erotic
#memories
#feminism
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DecipherMe
Poem Published
28th Dec 2018 2:00am
28th Dec 2018 2:00am
Doctor La Femme
Slowly inking through the inside from rosé to lavender folds
in the air of white whine vinegar
and closure in the pulsing film on the light of the carer's flash.
With just, safe words in those she repeatedly sojourned.
Fore-flags string up the drum country beans relieved of the autonomous defense from each eye sheath of wide shoulders
on eve of a night,
on the cusp of morning whose yellow draws first indecency
in the daughters of women of East.
To be left from before the earlier...
in the air of white whine vinegar
and closure in the pulsing film on the light of the carer's flash.
With just, safe words in those she repeatedly sojourned.
Fore-flags string up the drum country beans relieved of the autonomous defense from each eye sheath of wide shoulders
on eve of a night,
on the cusp of morning whose yellow draws first indecency
in the daughters of women of East.
To be left from before the earlier...
#women
#feminism
#escape
459 reads
4 Comments
The_Silly_Sibyl
Jack Thomas
Jack Thomas
Poem Published
17th Dec 2018 6:33pm
17th Dec 2018 6:33pm
The Whore of Bethlehem
Her perfume is the charred-black ghost
of subterranean brimstone,
her dress a peaches-and-cream snub
to modesty and mother’s milk.
The silken attitude she wears would make
a prophet warn for years
of just such sweet daemons.
Only whores and mothers, all,
the women of the Testaments. Leant
in the doorways of the troubled soul
as prostitutes of ghettoes where
the Ghost has given up.
I see her, my embodiment of this,
and feel her odd power. To be ugly and tempting,
serene and chaotic, a slap ...
of subterranean brimstone,
her dress a peaches-and-cream snub
to modesty and mother’s milk.
The silken attitude she wears would make
a prophet warn for years
of just such sweet daemons.
Only whores and mothers, all,
the women of the Testaments. Leant
in the doorways of the troubled soul
as prostitutes of ghettoes where
the Ghost has given up.
I see her, my embodiment of this,
and feel her odd power. To be ugly and tempting,
serene and chaotic, a slap ...
#religion
#Christian
#feminism
551 reads
2 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
14th Dec 2018 1:48pm
14th Dec 2018 1:48pm
Much Madness is Divinest Sense
Much madness
is divinest sense –
An eye that hath discerned the severest madness,
according to Emily’s judicious eyes, hath much sense –
The starker lunacy
be equated to divinity –
‘Tis common, unwritten law that we assent common beliefs
And ‘tis uncommon beliefs that common law demurs –
In this, as all overcome,
The stoic few as she will come –
Sanity hath common sanction
Or, you’re forthwith a risk –
Touched by a chain
And bound in shame –
#EmilyDickinson
is divinest sense –
An eye that hath discerned the severest madness,
according to Emily’s judicious eyes, hath much sense –
The starker lunacy
be equated to divinity –
‘Tis common, unwritten law that we assent common beliefs
And ‘tis uncommon beliefs that common law demurs –
In this, as all overcome,
The stoic few as she will come –
Sanity hath common sanction
Or, you’re forthwith a risk –
Touched by a chain
And bound in shame –
#EmilyDickinson
#politics
#freedom
#HumanRights
#ignorance
#feminism
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