Poems about Women
#women
Poems about women and female roles in society. Poetry offering a diverse assortment of views about women in general. Here you'll find poems which reinforce stereotypes, and also poems which dispel them. Examine how women are viewed and treated by individuals, and society, around the world.
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
25th Apr 2025 7:15pm
25th Apr 2025 7:15pm
Tranny/ Woman / Man / Other
I need you
I'm different
I'm your kind of woman
Or not
I'm sexy
That's what guys want
I'm emotional
They don't want that
I'm complicated
Some want that
I'm fucked up
They change the subject
Flesh
Give me your flesh
I'll blow you away
I'm sexy
I'm different
I cry sometimes
Chorus:
He is a she
She is a he
I'm different
SCREAMS
DEAL WITH IT
DEAL WITH IT
DEAL WITH IT
I'm different
I'm your kind of woman
Or not
I'm sexy
That's what guys want
I'm emotional
They don't want that
I'm complicated
Some want that
I'm fucked up
They change the subject
Flesh
Give me your flesh
I'll blow you away
I'm sexy
I'm different
I cry sometimes
Chorus:
He is a she
She is a he
I'm different
SCREAMS
DEAL WITH IT
DEAL WITH IT
DEAL WITH IT
#LGBT
#men
#transgender
#TruthOfLife
#women
89 reads
15 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
21st Apr 2025 4:12am
21st Apr 2025 4:12am
Bourbon and Trouble Redux
Don't know nothing about religion
Politics stay away from me
I know about hard work
Women and bourbon
That's enough trouble for any man
Politics stay away from me
I know about hard work
Women and bourbon
That's enough trouble for any man
#alcohol
#job
#religion #women
#religion #women
106 reads
26 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
15th Apr 2025 6:59am
15th Apr 2025 6:59am
Midnight Blues in New Orleans
Midnight Blues in New Orleans
Degas in his studio
Paints the NOLA cotton exchange
While sad clouds drift
Like floating islands of Bible belt dreams
High on the calluses of blues guitarists
Wailing like the ghosts of Hades
That haunt Claiborne Avenue
Like a hobo with his stove pipe hat
With a bottle of Port to welcome his ship
When he rises from his entombed dreams
Where Jelly Roll Morton was heard
Playing on the victrola
When the scent of whisky poured
From windows to the midnight voodoo
Of a...
Degas in his studio
Paints the NOLA cotton exchange
While sad clouds drift
Like floating islands of Bible belt dreams
High on the calluses of blues guitarists
Wailing like the ghosts of Hades
That haunt Claiborne Avenue
Like a hobo with his stove pipe hat
With a bottle of Port to welcome his ship
When he rises from his entombed dreams
Where Jelly Roll Morton was heard
Playing on the victrola
When the scent of whisky poured
From windows to the midnight voodoo
Of a...
#city
#homelessness
#music
#night
#women
52 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
12th Apr 2025 11:07pm
12th Apr 2025 11:07pm
Singing in the Rain of Tears
Miranda
Fruits crown her laughter,
Rhythms bloom in vibrant hues
Carmen sways through life.
Sumak
Voice of mountains soar,
Ancient echoes fill the air
Yma's song transcends.
Maria
Voice like a tempest,
Passion pierces through the soul
Callas reigns supreme.
Rodrigues
Fado’s voice takes flight,
Soulful tides of sorrow swell
Amália endures.
Berberian
Avant-garde takes flight,
Cathy's voice bends worlds to art
Boundless, bold,...
Fruits crown her laughter,
Rhythms bloom in vibrant hues
Carmen sways through life.
Sumak
Voice of mountains soar,
Ancient echoes fill the air
Yma's song transcends.
Maria
Voice like a tempest,
Passion pierces through the soul
Callas reigns supreme.
Rodrigues
Fado’s voice takes flight,
Soulful tides of sorrow swell
Amália endures.
Berberian
Avant-garde takes flight,
Cathy's voice bends worlds to art
Boundless, bold,...
#art
#happiness
#music
#spiritual
#women
63 reads
8 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 7:59pm
10th Apr 2025 7:59pm
Caution Light Red
Caution Light Red
If the earth was a giant tortoise
Plodding across the zodiac
Like a shoeless hobo on his way to New Orleans
How would the moon sleep?
In the afterglow
Of its virgin lunar soil
And the cryptocurrency fields of green
Of our home world
Plundered and looted
By billionaire funded creepiness
Conspiring with the American Mussolini
To grope Lady Liberty
Like deconsecrated men of the cloth
Seeking salvation
Beneath the copper robes
Of the French lady in New York Harbor
Who bears the torch of...
If the earth was a giant tortoise
Plodding across the zodiac
Like a shoeless hobo on his way to New Orleans
How would the moon sleep?
In the afterglow
Of its virgin lunar soil
And the cryptocurrency fields of green
Of our home world
Plundered and looted
By billionaire funded creepiness
Conspiring with the American Mussolini
To grope Lady Liberty
Like deconsecrated men of the cloth
Seeking salvation
Beneath the copper robes
Of the French lady in New York Harbor
Who bears the torch of...
#America
#dystopian
#freedom
#rebellion
#women
62 reads
0 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 5:35pm
7th Apr 2025 5:35pm
Burning This Shit Down Together
She have had four kids, ten piercings and major tattoo work
But refuse to do anal, because she says the shit hurt,
“Even the tooth fairy checking children’s pillows when they sleep
Why don’t the motherfucka go to a graveyard and dig up dead people teeth,
“Bitches think sympathy is the same as accountability
Then shed a tear for me when I’m doggystyle deep in the pussy,
“Let that animalistic attitude come out when howling at the moon
Because everyday life will be fucking her and is not cuming no time soon,
“Some women...
But refuse to do anal, because she says the shit hurt,
“Even the tooth fairy checking children’s pillows when they sleep
Why don’t the motherfucka go to a graveyard and dig up dead people teeth,
“Bitches think sympathy is the same as accountability
Then shed a tear for me when I’m doggystyle deep in the pussy,
“Let that animalistic attitude come out when howling at the moon
Because everyday life will be fucking her and is not cuming no time soon,
“Some women...
#men
#relationships
#women
78 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 12:11pm
7th Apr 2025 12:11pm
Ave Donna Cicciolina
Beneath the gaze of falcon’s flight
she rose, a flame in endless night.
Ilona, bold, her banner soar ahigh.
A siren's call beneath the pink sky.
Her eyes, a hawk's sharp, so keen,
a prowler through a world's unseen.
Wings of freedom, hearts in a sway,
she soared like birds of fierce prey.
Mocked and praised, her voice defied,
A rebel’s cry where sounds truth reside.
Ave, Donna, Cicciolina, fearless queen,
in your sir shadow the all brave convene.
Through storms of judgment, skies of grey,
she danced...
she rose, a flame in endless night.
Ilona, bold, her banner soar ahigh.
A siren's call beneath the pink sky.
Her eyes, a hawk's sharp, so keen,
a prowler through a world's unseen.
Wings of freedom, hearts in a sway,
she soared like birds of fierce prey.
Mocked and praised, her voice defied,
A rebel’s cry where sounds truth reside.
Ave, Donna, Cicciolina, fearless queen,
in your sir shadow the all brave convene.
Through storms of judgment, skies of grey,
she danced...
#art
#PopCulture
#porn
#sex
#women
99 reads
4 Comments
brokentitanium
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k.
Poem Published
5th Apr 2025 2:48am
5th Apr 2025 2:48am
Observing from the Treetops
She said I was “so quiet”.
I smiled and thought
that’s because I have little to say
about comings and goings I can’t track,
drama and gossip I never understand,
faceless names I’ll forget tomorrow.
Your words buzz around my head like gnats
and I am not a part of all that.
It’s not that I don’t try to speak.
My commentary is simply
the wrong shape
to penetrate their ear holes
Words tumble from tongue to floor
getting nothing but blank glances
as if I farted or confessed an unsavory sin
or made random...
I smiled and thought
that’s because I have little to say
about comings and goings I can’t track,
drama and gossip I never understand,
faceless names I’ll forget tomorrow.
Your words buzz around my head like gnats
and I am not a part of all that.
It’s not that I don’t try to speak.
My commentary is simply
the wrong shape
to penetrate their ear holes
Words tumble from tongue to floor
getting nothing but blank glances
as if I farted or confessed an unsavory sin
or made random...
#aliens
#confusion
#misunderstood
#trees
#women
109 reads
11 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 7:33am
3rd Apr 2025 7:33am
Ancient Dreams
Ancient Dreams
roses of Ethiopia
blossoming in her cheeks
like ancient Abyssinian gardens
hanging from trellises of moonlight
in the thousand-year night
whose perennial stars
twinkle on the petals of her eyes
where Egyptian mascara
dark as the sheen
of Anubis prowling the midnight hours
on a hunt for lover’s pearls
iridescent as tears from the eye of Ra
that flood the Nile
to silt the fields with fertile dreams
of wheat from heaven
traded with Eritrea
for highland coffee beans
under the warm...
roses of Ethiopia
blossoming in her cheeks
like ancient Abyssinian gardens
hanging from trellises of moonlight
in the thousand-year night
whose perennial stars
twinkle on the petals of her eyes
where Egyptian mascara
dark as the sheen
of Anubis prowling the midnight hours
on a hunt for lover’s pearls
iridescent as tears from the eye of Ra
that flood the Nile
to silt the fields with fertile dreams
of wheat from heaven
traded with Eritrea
for highland coffee beans
under the warm...
#Africa
#historical
#mythology #women
#mythology #women
73 reads
0 Comments
DallasNichols
Poem Published
30th Mar 2025 2:15pm
30th Mar 2025 2:15pm
The Ass
#erotic
#lust
#sex
#women
#WritingPoetry
255 reads
0 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
27th Mar 2025 6:10pm
27th Mar 2025 6:10pm
Lack of Women Friends
Spent much of my morning looking at Instagram, seeing other influencers and their brands and of course, comparing their bodies to each other and to my own. That no longer comes from a place of shame anymore. But pure curiosity.
I thought of an influencer that I haven't thought of in a while. Her name is Alyssa Lynch. She was featured in the lyric video Closer by Chainsmokers many years ago. If there was a person who would make the perfect role for Diana Rose, my character, it would be her. Tan skin, dark chocolate hair, mesmerizing eyes, skinny figure.
Just makes me...
I thought of an influencer that I haven't thought of in a while. Her name is Alyssa Lynch. She was featured in the lyric video Closer by Chainsmokers many years ago. If there was a person who would make the perfect role for Diana Rose, my character, it would be her. Tan skin, dark chocolate hair, mesmerizing eyes, skinny figure.
Just makes me...
#friendship
#women
69 reads
0 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2025 11:04pm
23rd Mar 2025 11:04pm
You Dont Own Me. (Remix)
Verse 1] Man
You don't own me
I'm not just one of your many toys
You don't own me
I never said I’ll be one of your boys
Wait a minute
Just wait a minute
Did I hear what you said
I never said that I owned you
You wanted to be in my bed
[Chorus] Man
And don't tell me what to do
Don't tell me what to say
And please, when I go out with you
Don't put me on display
I never told you what to say
I never really...
You don't own me
I'm not just one of your many toys
You don't own me
I never said I’ll be one of your boys
Wait a minute
Just wait a minute
Did I hear what you said
I never said that I owned you
You wanted to be in my bed
[Chorus] Man
And don't tell me what to do
Don't tell me what to say
And please, when I go out with you
Don't put me on display
I never told you what to say
I never really...
#honesty
#lover
#men #women
#men #women
132 reads
23 Comments
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