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.
Barbie
She looked just
Like a Barbie doll
Platinum hair
Pulled back
In a long ponytail
All dolled up
In her beach going
Clothes
Proudly flaunting
Her big Barbie boobs
Sadly, she was
As plastic
As they come
Like a Barbie doll
Platinum hair
Pulled back
In a long ponytail
All dolled up
In her beach going
Clothes
Proudly flaunting
Her big Barbie boobs
Sadly, she was
As plastic
As they come
#women
#fiction
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A thousand names and more
If
this were to be final
when dusk turns dust
I would watch the last paragraph
of the last poem
from each outline
of a cloud bathing in a light
I would catch tears
through moons eyelashes
knowing bridal rites of the sun
watch each chaliced spiral rise
from mesopotamian sea
where driftwood finds me
I would meet you once again
where all threads are woven
to invite what becomes us
you the initiate would exhale
what is feared for, what is...
this were to be final
when dusk turns dust
I would watch the last paragraph
of the last poem
from each outline
of a cloud bathing in a light
I would catch tears
through moons eyelashes
knowing bridal rites of the sun
watch each chaliced spiral rise
from mesopotamian sea
where driftwood finds me
I would meet you once again
where all threads are woven
to invite what becomes us
you the initiate would exhale
what is feared for, what is...
#women
#universe
#feminism
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3 Comments
Heavy thought
I lay here in Heavy though of you
The first woman to ever still my heart
I lay here in heavy thought of you
The first woman to touch my soul
I lay here in heavy thought of you
The first woman to put a smile on my face
I lay here in heavy thought of you
The first woman I have ever sexed
I lay here in heavy thought of you
The woman who I crave for
I lay here in heavy thought of you
The woman who I can’t let go
I lay here in heavy thought of you
The woman who is carrying
I lay here in heavy thought of you
The...
The first woman to ever still my heart
I lay here in heavy thought of you
The first woman to touch my soul
I lay here in heavy thought of you
The first woman to put a smile on my face
I lay here in heavy thought of you
The first woman I have ever sexed
I lay here in heavy thought of you
The woman who I crave for
I lay here in heavy thought of you
The woman who I can’t let go
I lay here in heavy thought of you
The woman who is carrying
I lay here in heavy thought of you
The...
#love
#women
#FirstLove
57 reads
1 Comment
Twitch of the Death Nerve
#loneliness
#women
#violence
#fiction
#MentalHealth
24 reads
10 Comments
INSIDE YOU LIKE YESTERDAY
#women
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
102 reads
1 Comment
Mouth Fetish
#lust
#women
#erotic
#dirty
#orgasm
135 reads
12 Comments
Camp Counselor Crush
Camp Counselor Crush
Summer in New Orleans was artichokes dipped in sour cream, plantains ripening in the backyard, and ready to be fried by Mom in a skillet to sweeten my boyish tongue with tropical flavors that summoned the Tarzan in my heart. When Mom baked baklava in the oven the scent was as sweet as the smile of the ladies who strolled the streets of the neighborhood on their evening walks wearing scarves like the Turkish maidens in the pictures from the village of Yalova on the shores of the Sea of Marmara that I only saw in slides from my Dad’s projector.
...
Summer in New Orleans was artichokes dipped in sour cream, plantains ripening in the backyard, and ready to be fried by Mom in a skillet to sweeten my boyish tongue with tropical flavors that summoned the Tarzan in my heart. When Mom baked baklava in the oven the scent was as sweet as the smile of the ladies who strolled the streets of the neighborhood on their evening walks wearing scarves like the Turkish maidens in the pictures from the village of Yalova on the shores of the Sea of Marmara that I only saw in slides from my Dad’s projector.
...
#mother
#women
#childhood
#crush
#son
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Sweet Women, Sweet Lies
The sweetest thing about the nice women
Is that they always love to lie to tough Adam
And moreover, they know that also harsh men
Love tender women, because they love to lie
So, with respect shown, lying is women's charm
By which they lure men into their sweet bait
It is a paradox that has became a clear evidence
No one ever denies the irony of the lying fact
Women are beautiful, without a masked truth
Their tender voice, smart body is the very proof
With slender fingers and lightly falling...
Is that they always love to lie to tough Adam
And moreover, they know that also harsh men
Love tender women, because they love to lie
So, with respect shown, lying is women's charm
By which they lure men into their sweet bait
It is a paradox that has became a clear evidence
No one ever denies the irony of the lying fact
Women are beautiful, without a masked truth
Their tender voice, smart body is the very proof
With slender fingers and lightly falling...
#women
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Sexually Insane
She’s a speed freak
A lunatic whore
Often called a horny hag
She’ll fuck-face the dead
Necroslut
Multiple lobotomies
Doomsday inside her head
Swimming in torment
Suicide
Releasing her from anguish
A lunatic whore
Often called a horny hag
She’ll fuck-face the dead
Necroslut
Multiple lobotomies
Doomsday inside her head
Swimming in torment
Suicide
Releasing her from anguish
#lust
#dark
#women
#suicide
#dirty
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TOUCHING MYSELF
#women
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
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1 Comment
The Plume Of She
there was no
foreseeable poem on my horizon
until she strutted by
epitomizing sheer poetry in slowed-motion
kaleidoscopic...damn i couldn't stop it
got me stuck between the realm of boys to men
brought back a remembered joy to pen
waxing rhapsodic...I got it bad
watching her move from a figment
to the firmament of my swooning imagination
cascading down in a technicolor gown
brown skin crowned by a natural grown afro
smearing pastels and oil paints ...
foreseeable poem on my horizon
until she strutted by
epitomizing sheer poetry in slowed-motion
kaleidoscopic...damn i couldn't stop it
got me stuck between the realm of boys to men
brought back a remembered joy to pen
waxing rhapsodic...I got it bad
watching her move from a figment
to the firmament of my swooning imagination
cascading down in a technicolor gown
brown skin crowned by a natural grown afro
smearing pastels and oil paints ...
#women
#beauty
#inspirational #WritingPoetry
#inspirational #WritingPoetry
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3 Comments
TONIGHT
#women
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
167 reads
3 Comments
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