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.
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
Today 7:34am
Today 7:34am
GEMMA COLLINS IMAGINED
I think of Gemma Collins on nude beach,
with bouncing bosoms and vajazzled peach,
talking Essex accent, face full of fun,
warming her curves in the Marbella sun,
wisps of long blonde hair blowing in the breeze.
Such a fleshy body I might dare squeeze!
She shows attitude big can be sexy;
to enjoy life, half-starved don't have to be,
that fat girls can have bodies beautiful.
I think of her not 'fat' but 'bountiful'.
Valentine message? Might this do the trick:
"To my Great White Whale from your Moby Dick!"
with bouncing bosoms and vajazzled peach,
talking Essex accent, face full of fun,
warming her curves in the Marbella sun,
wisps of long blonde hair blowing in the breeze.
Such a fleshy body I might dare squeeze!
She shows attitude big can be sexy;
to enjoy life, half-starved don't have to be,
that fat girls can have bodies beautiful.
I think of her not 'fat' but 'bountiful'.
Valentine message? Might this do the trick:
"To my Great White Whale from your Moby Dick!"
#happiness
#women
#rhyming
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0 Comments
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John Brady
John Brady
Poem Published
20th Mar 2019 7:46am
20th Mar 2019 7:46am
Before I Forget
#women
#erotic
#lover
75 reads
1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
20th Mar 2019 1:08am
20th Mar 2019 1:08am
Feminist Fable
Feminist Fable
The fern fronds wave like fleur de lis outside the glass door. I lift the steaming coffee cup to my moistened lips. I feel tears trickle like thawing ice water down my cheeks from the onions I just peeled.
My new friend from church, Carol knocks on the door. I feel my heart thump. I get up and let her in. She looks at me and brushes the tears from my face. She implores me, “What’s got you in such a funk girl?”
I reply, “Oh, it is just these onions they do it to me every time.”
Carol says, “Well let’s get out of the kitchen and go...
The fern fronds wave like fleur de lis outside the glass door. I lift the steaming coffee cup to my moistened lips. I feel tears trickle like thawing ice water down my cheeks from the onions I just peeled.
My new friend from church, Carol knocks on the door. I feel my heart thump. I get up and let her in. She looks at me and brushes the tears from my face. She implores me, “What’s got you in such a funk girl?”
I reply, “Oh, it is just these onions they do it to me every time.”
Carol says, “Well let’s get out of the kitchen and go...
#women
#men
#BDSM
#birthday
#feminism
37 reads
4 Comments
Queen_of_darkness
Poem Published
18th Mar 2019 12:55pm
18th Mar 2019 12:55pm
what i wear doesn't equal consent
what I wear does not equal consent
what's on my skin doesn't speak to you, I do
and what's on my back doesn't say yes
a short dress that shows my breast
doesn't give you the right to touch me
if I say no then don't think my clothes
give you the right to continue to assault me
just because I smile and act like it's not
that big of a deal doesn't mean your actions
goes forgotten and if you see me uncomfortable
don't continue to approach me.
if you think clothes equal consent then
i promise the next time you wear...
what's on my skin doesn't speak to you, I do
and what's on my back doesn't say yes
a short dress that shows my breast
doesn't give you the right to touch me
if I say no then don't think my clothes
give you the right to continue to assault me
just because I smile and act like it's not
that big of a deal doesn't mean your actions
goes forgotten and if you see me uncomfortable
don't continue to approach me.
if you think clothes equal consent then
i promise the next time you wear...
#women
#men
#HumanRights
#feminism
#inequality
37 reads
5 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th Mar 2019 1:18am
18th Mar 2019 1:18am
She Brushes the Gold Dust from Her Eye
She Brushes the Gold Dust from Her Eye
We are a society ruled by women. Men have no economic or political power in our society. Only women can participate in our assemblies or hold office. Men are mainly breeding animals, much as cattle. We do breed with men. However, love, between men and women, is forbidden. Marriage is reserved solely as a union between women.
But my passion for men falls like the ruins of sanity in cascades of teardrops wept on rainy nights under the stars where unholy mantras of wolf howls dance on eardrums. The space-time fabric of...
We are a society ruled by women. Men have no economic or political power in our society. Only women can participate in our assemblies or hold office. Men are mainly breeding animals, much as cattle. We do breed with men. However, love, between men and women, is forbidden. Marriage is reserved solely as a union between women.
But my passion for men falls like the ruins of sanity in cascades of teardrops wept on rainy nights under the stars where unholy mantras of wolf howls dance on eardrums. The space-time fabric of...
#dark
#women
#lesbian
#erotic
#feminism
41 reads
2 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
17th Mar 2019 8:08am
17th Mar 2019 8:08am
TO A MIDDLE AGED PIN UP
i'd ask, "What does it feel to pose
with just thong and ring for your clothes?
It's clear you have this glow within
of happiness in your own skin,
that amorous propensity
is unhindered by gravity.
Your example gives hope to me
who in few months will be sixty".
with just thong and ring for your clothes?
It's clear you have this glow within
of happiness in your own skin,
that amorous propensity
is unhindered by gravity.
Your example gives hope to me
who in few months will be sixty".
#women
#beauty
#rhyming #aging
#rhyming #aging
48 reads
9 Comments
Tenderloin
Poem Published
16th Mar 2019 00:14am
16th Mar 2019 00:14am
Mistress of Nerves
A slow regeneration
from the unbearable ache
of Blue Monday
plummeting me
to a weakened state
taking days to rally back
from the defeat
of these mortal complications
begging to be returned
to visions of bliss
only felt in the connection
of that breathtaking kiss
that spirals into
a warming of the soul
tackling the twinges of pain
begging to be exorcised
in the effervescent radiance
of your intemperate desire
to fuck me slow
lulling me into a stable rhythm
to keep me embedded
in the...
from the unbearable ache
of Blue Monday
plummeting me
to a weakened state
taking days to rally back
from the defeat
of these mortal complications
begging to be returned
to visions of bliss
only felt in the connection
of that breathtaking kiss
that spirals into
a warming of the soul
tackling the twinges of pain
begging to be exorcised
in the effervescent radiance
of your intemperate desire
to fuck me slow
lulling me into a stable rhythm
to keep me embedded
in the...
#women
#sensual
#healing
45 reads
8 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
15th Mar 2019 1:03pm
15th Mar 2019 1:03pm
Vortex
Centering
Dark
Phenomenal
Sexual
Dark
Phenomenal
Sexual
#women
99 reads
22 Comments
Spanker
Poem Published
15th Mar 2019 9:49am
15th Mar 2019 9:49am
Good Luck With That
I don't know about you
But women baffle me
They go out as peacocks
All preened and radiating
Colors everywhere
Boobs and bottoms
Projected onto screens
Eyes like planets
Mouths luring us in
Don't look at their feet
Especially if you're soft-hearted
Don't look at those soft rabbit feet
Toes stretching and curling and waiting
And if you've looked, don't touch them
Those inviting, seductive, soft pink feet
I don't know about you
But I adore every dripping inch of them
I salivate at the mere...
But women baffle me
They go out as peacocks
All preened and radiating
Colors everywhere
Boobs and bottoms
Projected onto screens
Eyes like planets
Mouths luring us in
Don't look at their feet
Especially if you're soft-hearted
Don't look at those soft rabbit feet
Toes stretching and curling and waiting
And if you've looked, don't touch them
Those inviting, seductive, soft pink feet
I don't know about you
But I adore every dripping inch of them
I salivate at the mere...
#women
22 reads
0 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
15th Mar 2019 4:07am
15th Mar 2019 4:07am
Midnight Fiasco
Blonde white trash bitch with
The weird pink jorts, dirty white
Blouse, ballerina shoes, and
Tattered gray backpack
That was my shit! But of
Course, I’d never see her
Again, and that, of course,
Was my shit, as well
The glitch in the matrix was
The bitch we all lived with
And I would be seeing you
Sooner than you thought so
We can hold hands as the
Simulation pixelated us into
Oblivion and the little children
Play as if nothing is wrong and
The gods whisper once again ...
The weird pink jorts, dirty white
Blouse, ballerina shoes, and
Tattered gray backpack
That was my shit! But of
Course, I’d never see her
Again, and that, of course,
Was my shit, as well
The glitch in the matrix was
The bitch we all lived with
And I would be seeing you
Sooner than you thought so
We can hold hands as the
Simulation pixelated us into
Oblivion and the little children
Play as if nothing is wrong and
The gods whisper once again ...
#children
#women
#death
#God
#fate
60 reads
8 Comments
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
14th Mar 2019 7:59pm
14th Mar 2019 7:59pm
Magdelene
You call me a whore
But I saved your fucking soul
#messiahcomplex
But I saved your fucking soul
#messiahcomplex
#women
#sex
#spiritual
#feminism
#philosophical
97 reads
20 Comments
diamonddave75
Poem Published
14th Mar 2019 1:59am
14th Mar 2019 1:59am
Together
been with many
luscious ladies
we fucked
in words
discovered
souls
mixed
in flesh
depth
personified
ignorant
man
born
again
felt the
love
poetic
sisters
blessed
hope
killed
demons
inside
male D.N.A.
honesty
rules
holding
hands
conquer
every
atmosphere
together
luscious ladies
we fucked
in words
discovered
souls
mixed
in flesh
depth
personified
ignorant
man
born
again
felt the
love
poetic
sisters
blessed
hope
killed
demons
inside
male D.N.A.
honesty
rules
holding
hands
conquer
every
atmosphere
together
#women
#relationships
#honesty
43 reads
5 Comments
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