Poems About Feminism Published by Members Recently Online
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faithmairee
Poem Published
29th Sep 2017 8:23pm
29th Sep 2017 8:23pm
Diary Of A Romance Addict #4
The sexual tension between us was undeniably strong. I wondered if Stormy would wait until we were at the beach to make a pass at me. As it turned out, he was a perfect gentleman during breakfast. It wasn't until we finished devouring our steak and eggs that he attempted to touch me. He reached across the table and grabbed my left hand, holding it between both of his hands.
"How was your breakfast?" he asked looking me straight in the eyes.
"It was perfect," I answered as he rubbed my hand with both of his hands.
"Great!" he exclaimed. "I'm glad...
"How was your breakfast?" he asked looking me straight in the eyes.
"It was perfect," I answered as he rubbed my hand with both of his hands.
"Great!" he exclaimed. "I'm glad...
#strength
#women
#relationships
#lover
#feminism
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faithmairee
Poem Published
29th Sep 2017 8:23pm
29th Sep 2017 8:23pm
Diary Of A Romance Addict #4
The sexual tension between us was undeniably strong. I wondered if Stormy would wait until we were at the beach to make a pass at me. As it turned out, he was a perfect gentleman during breakfast. It wasn't until we finished devouring our steak and eggs that he attempted to touch me. He reached across the table and grabbed my left hand, holding it between both of his hands.
"How was your breakfast?" he asked looking me straight in the eyes.
"It was perfect," I answered as he rubbed my hand with both of his hands.
"Great!" he exclaimed. "I'm glad...
"How was your breakfast?" he asked looking me straight in the eyes.
"It was perfect," I answered as he rubbed my hand with both of his hands.
"Great!" he exclaimed. "I'm glad...
#strength
#women
#relationships
#lover
#feminism
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faithmairee
Poem Published
29th Sep 2017 8:23pm
29th Sep 2017 8:23pm
Diary Of A Romance Addict #4
The sexual tension between us was undeniably strong. I wondered if Stormy would wait until we were at the beach to make a pass at me. As it turned out, he was a perfect gentleman during breakfast. It wasn't until we finished devouring our steak and eggs that he attempted to touch me. He reached across the table and grabbed my left hand, holding it between both of his hands.
"How was your breakfast?" he asked looking me straight in the eyes.
"It was perfect," I answered as he rubbed my hand with both of his hands.
"Great!" he exclaimed. "I'm glad...
"How was your breakfast?" he asked looking me straight in the eyes.
"It was perfect," I answered as he rubbed my hand with both of his hands.
"Great!" he exclaimed. "I'm glad...
#strength
#women
#relationships
#lover
#feminism
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jemac
Poem Published
21st Aug 2017 2:40pm
21st Aug 2017 2:40pm
Notes to the Wind
Let her ride on the back
Of your knowing
Be the restless wild steed
That races through the corrals
Of her heart
Whisper in her ear
The breezes of centuries
Filling her lungs
With the passion of life
Race her to the shores
Of salt and sand
Crash with her in waves
Tangled in seaweed and brine
Whipping her dry with hot breath
Be her tempestuous lover
Stealing her clothes from the line
Leaving her exposed on the mountain
Of stones and brush
Where rivers sing
...
Of your knowing
Be the restless wild steed
That races through the corrals
Of her heart
Whisper in her ear
The breezes of centuries
Filling her lungs
With the passion of life
Race her to the shores
Of salt and sand
Crash with her in waves
Tangled in seaweed and brine
Whipping her dry with hot breath
Be her tempestuous lover
Stealing her clothes from the line
Leaving her exposed on the mountain
Of stones and brush
Where rivers sing
...
#environment
#storm
#wind
#nature
#feminism
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jemac
Poem Published
21st Aug 2017 2:40pm
21st Aug 2017 2:40pm
Notes to the Wind
Let her ride on the back
Of your knowing
Be the restless wild steed
That races through the corrals
Of her heart
Whisper in her ear
The breezes of centuries
Filling her lungs
With the passion of life
Race her to the shores
Of salt and sand
Crash with her in waves
Tangled in seaweed and brine
Whipping her dry with hot breath
Be her tempestuous lover
Stealing her clothes from the line
Leaving her exposed on the mountain
Of stones and brush
Where rivers sing
...
Of your knowing
Be the restless wild steed
That races through the corrals
Of her heart
Whisper in her ear
The breezes of centuries
Filling her lungs
With the passion of life
Race her to the shores
Of salt and sand
Crash with her in waves
Tangled in seaweed and brine
Whipping her dry with hot breath
Be her tempestuous lover
Stealing her clothes from the line
Leaving her exposed on the mountain
Of stones and brush
Where rivers sing
...
#environment
#storm
#wind
#nature
#feminism
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jemac
Poem Published
21st Aug 2017 2:40pm
21st Aug 2017 2:40pm
Notes to the Wind
Let her ride on the back
Of your knowing
Be the restless wild steed
That races through the corrals
Of her heart
Whisper in her ear
The breezes of centuries
Filling her lungs
With the passion of life
Race her to the shores
Of salt and sand
Crash with her in waves
Tangled in seaweed and brine
Whipping her dry with hot breath
Be her tempestuous lover
Stealing her clothes from the line
Leaving her exposed on the mountain
Of stones and brush
Where rivers sing
...
Of your knowing
Be the restless wild steed
That races through the corrals
Of her heart
Whisper in her ear
The breezes of centuries
Filling her lungs
With the passion of life
Race her to the shores
Of salt and sand
Crash with her in waves
Tangled in seaweed and brine
Whipping her dry with hot breath
Be her tempestuous lover
Stealing her clothes from the line
Leaving her exposed on the mountain
Of stones and brush
Where rivers sing
...
#environment
#storm
#wind
#nature
#feminism
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10 Comments
jemac
Poem Published
21st Aug 2017 2:40pm
21st Aug 2017 2:40pm
Notes to the Wind
Let her ride on the back
Of your knowing
Be the restless wild steed
That races through the corrals
Of her heart
Whisper in her ear
The breezes of centuries
Filling her lungs
With the passion of life
Race her to the shores
Of salt and sand
Crash with her in waves
Tangled in seaweed and brine
Whipping her dry with hot breath
Be her tempestuous lover
Stealing her clothes from the line
Leaving her exposed on the mountain
Of stones and brush
Where rivers sing
...
Of your knowing
Be the restless wild steed
That races through the corrals
Of her heart
Whisper in her ear
The breezes of centuries
Filling her lungs
With the passion of life
Race her to the shores
Of salt and sand
Crash with her in waves
Tangled in seaweed and brine
Whipping her dry with hot breath
Be her tempestuous lover
Stealing her clothes from the line
Leaving her exposed on the mountain
Of stones and brush
Where rivers sing
...
#environment
#storm
#wind
#nature
#feminism
917 reads
10 Comments
jemac
Poem Published
21st Aug 2017 2:40pm
21st Aug 2017 2:40pm
Notes to the Wind
Let her ride on the back
Of your knowing
Be the restless wild steed
That races through the corrals
Of her heart
Whisper in her ear
The breezes of centuries
Filling her lungs
With the passion of life
Race her to the shores
Of salt and sand
Crash with her in waves
Tangled in seaweed and brine
Whipping her dry with hot breath
Be her tempestuous lover
Stealing her clothes from the line
Leaving her exposed on the mountain
Of stones and brush
Where rivers sing
...
Of your knowing
Be the restless wild steed
That races through the corrals
Of her heart
Whisper in her ear
The breezes of centuries
Filling her lungs
With the passion of life
Race her to the shores
Of salt and sand
Crash with her in waves
Tangled in seaweed and brine
Whipping her dry with hot breath
Be her tempestuous lover
Stealing her clothes from the line
Leaving her exposed on the mountain
Of stones and brush
Where rivers sing
...
#environment
#storm
#wind
#nature
#feminism
917 reads
10 Comments
Penguinphile
Ab.C.
Ab.C.
Poem Published
9th May 2024 1:55pm
9th May 2024 1:55pm
A gymnast girl
In halls of light, where shadows play,
Her spirit takes flight, finding its way
Muscles flex, making a worshiping plea,
On balance beam, she's wild and free.
Her muscles like silk, her bends to gaze.
She bends and twists as in liquid maze.
Defying hold, a sensous show,
A silent poem, through her body flow.
Sweat may drip, and limbs may turn,
But in her eyes, a fierce fire will burn.
So, watch her flip and tumble in a rhythmic quest,
Because her beating heart will finds its best.
Her spirit takes flight, finding its way
Muscles flex, making a worshiping plea,
On balance beam, she's wild and free.
Her muscles like silk, her bends to gaze.
She bends and twists as in liquid maze.
Defying hold, a sensous show,
A silent poem, through her body flow.
Sweat may drip, and limbs may turn,
But in her eyes, a fierce fire will burn.
So, watch her flip and tumble in a rhythmic quest,
Because her beating heart will finds its best.
#feminism
216 reads
2 Comments
PerfumeandTaffy
Poem Published
27th Jun 2016 6:08pm
27th Jun 2016 6:08pm
Girl Hate
Find her.
She’s there
Struggling to breathe
Under thousands of words
Stuttered heartbeats, heartbreaks
And sexual objectification…
…feminist mortification's...
…feminism, your fuck word…
She cringes when you roll your eyes
Your alpha male disposition
Annoyed and vulnerable…
And you wonder why she
Can’t find her way
You beat her like she’s in
Heat:
Slut shame, age shame,
Girl shame, woman blame
Bury her soul deep
Under a massive
Pile of hate
And I do,
I hate.
I need to find that girl
That...
She’s there
Struggling to breathe
Under thousands of words
Stuttered heartbeats, heartbreaks
And sexual objectification…
…feminist mortification's...
…feminism, your fuck word…
She cringes when you roll your eyes
Your alpha male disposition
Annoyed and vulnerable…
And you wonder why she
Can’t find her way
You beat her like she’s in
Heat:
Slut shame, age shame,
Girl shame, woman blame
Bury her soul deep
Under a massive
Pile of hate
And I do,
I hate.
I need to find that girl
That...
#women
#feminism
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PerfumeandTaffy
Poem Published
27th Jun 2016 6:08pm
27th Jun 2016 6:08pm
Girl Hate
Find her.
She’s there
Struggling to breathe
Under thousands of words
Stuttered heartbeats, heartbreaks
And sexual objectification…
…feminist mortification's...
…feminism, your fuck word…
She cringes when you roll your eyes
Your alpha male disposition
Annoyed and vulnerable…
And you wonder why she
Can’t find her way
You beat her like she’s in
Heat:
Slut shame, age shame,
Girl shame, woman blame
Bury her soul deep
Under a massive
Pile of hate
And I do,
I hate.
I need to find that girl
That...
She’s there
Struggling to breathe
Under thousands of words
Stuttered heartbeats, heartbreaks
And sexual objectification…
…feminist mortification's...
…feminism, your fuck word…
She cringes when you roll your eyes
Your alpha male disposition
Annoyed and vulnerable…
And you wonder why she
Can’t find her way
You beat her like she’s in
Heat:
Slut shame, age shame,
Girl shame, woman blame
Bury her soul deep
Under a massive
Pile of hate
And I do,
I hate.
I need to find that girl
That...
#women
#feminism
823 reads
9 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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2 Comments
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