Poems About Women Seeking Friendly Advice
#women
Jade72
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2025 2:16pm
2nd Mar 2025 2:16pm
Love does not pay the bills
Why are women labelled as shallow when they mary for financial stability?
The men that cry out for gold diggers are the same ones that benefit from these women settling...
Cause lets face it guys, most men don't own a mantion or posess a collection of luxury cars.
So when you find yourself crying out for injustice, think of this:
Did you mary for love or did you do it for all the benefits you could get from this partership?
At the end of the day, Love will not save you when your marriage falls appart, but money will...
The men that cry out for gold diggers are the same ones that benefit from these women settling...
Cause lets face it guys, most men don't own a mantion or posess a collection of luxury cars.
So when you find yourself crying out for injustice, think of this:
Did you mary for love or did you do it for all the benefits you could get from this partership?
At the end of the day, Love will not save you when your marriage falls appart, but money will...
#corruption
#greed
#inequality
#men
#women
56 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 11:52pm
24th Feb 2025 11:52pm
Mystery in Her Eyes
Mystery in Her Eyes
Eleusinian mystery burns in her eyes
That torch my soul in a madhouse opera
On the altar of her sanctified sorcery
Whose electric neon smile
Glows with the oracular trance of Pythia
When her coiled dance conjures the serpentine flames
From the thousand fires of her incendiary mysticism
That glows like stars on a future horizon
Where the Bride of the firebird sings her darkly lit magic
Under the candlelight of a chandelier sky
Eleusinian mystery burns in her eyes
That torch my soul in a madhouse opera
On the altar of her sanctified sorcery
Whose electric neon smile
Glows with the oracular trance of Pythia
When her coiled dance conjures the serpentine flames
From the thousand fires of her incendiary mysticism
That glows like stars on a future horizon
Where the Bride of the firebird sings her darkly lit magic
Under the candlelight of a chandelier sky
#mystery
#passion
#seductive
#sensual
#women
84 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 1:44am
22nd Feb 2025 1:44am
Midnight Tigress
Midnight Tigress
She is a tigress prowling the bamboo forest
With eyes that burn like incense in a temple
Where holy men pray to Kali in the sacred midnight
Scented by the essence of her black rose
When she gapes with the mystery of the macabre
That draws supplicants to the fragrant smoke
From the sacred fire that burns on the Stygian altar
Below the navel of her cosmic source
Where sanguine songs play
On the smoky petals of her...
She is a tigress prowling the bamboo forest
With eyes that burn like incense in a temple
Where holy men pray to Kali in the sacred midnight
Scented by the essence of her black rose
When she gapes with the mystery of the macabre
That draws supplicants to the fragrant smoke
From the sacred fire that burns on the Stygian altar
Below the navel of her cosmic source
Where sanguine songs play
On the smoky petals of her...
#mystery
#seductive
#sensual
#erotic
#women
88 reads
3 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
20th Feb 2025 7:47pm
20th Feb 2025 7:47pm
Her Café Glow
Her Café Glow
Beige chequers of her gingham skirt
Cloak gluteal plumage
With bare legatos
Emerging from hemlines
That can barely contain her silken secrets
With a plaited lock of hair
Gathered in the heavenly bouquet
Of her golden halo of curls
Whose love light shines in radiant petals
Of a maiden sunflower
Accented by lipstick art
Of her burgundy stained Arcadian smile
That blossoms like a winter rose
When she bends like a cattail in the wind ...
Beige chequers of her gingham skirt
Cloak gluteal plumage
With bare legatos
Emerging from hemlines
That can barely contain her silken secrets
With a plaited lock of hair
Gathered in the heavenly bouquet
Of her golden halo of curls
Whose love light shines in radiant petals
Of a maiden sunflower
Accented by lipstick art
Of her burgundy stained Arcadian smile
That blossoms like a winter rose
When she bends like a cattail in the wind ...
#beauty
#erotic
#seductive
#sensual
#women
80 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 3:09am
18th Feb 2025 3:09am
Reconsecration
Reconsecration
Glasses stained in Stygian windows
With leopard spot rims for predatory effect
Met with sanguine lipstick heat
Her flaming kiss
Is a nitro-glycerin palliative
For Soho heartaches gone mad
When her Greenwich Village tastes
Like poems on all gallows night
That sing for her last supper
When slumlords hang
A no-vacancy brand of fascism
On the rookery gates to skid row
While the arterial Cathedral
For her sacramental corpuscles
Is reconsecrated to Aphrodite
Glasses stained in Stygian windows
With leopard spot rims for predatory effect
Met with sanguine lipstick heat
Her flaming kiss
Is a nitro-glycerin palliative
For Soho heartaches gone mad
When her Greenwich Village tastes
Like poems on all gallows night
That sing for her last supper
When slumlords hang
A no-vacancy brand of fascism
On the rookery gates to skid row
While the arterial Cathedral
For her sacramental corpuscles
Is reconsecrated to Aphrodite
#city
#oppression
#sensual
#spiritual
#women
46 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 11:06pm
17th Feb 2025 11:06pm
Firebird Arpeggio
Firebird Arpeggio
Sunbeam fractals of her eyes
Shining like paisley stars
That dance in denim sorcery
Of the flaming pages in her spellbook
Veiled in the mystery below her navel
Where rosebuds ache to blossom
In her rites of spring
And the strings of her lyre
Are strummed with the delicacy
Of her fingertips sweet persuasion
As she elicits supernova timbres
For the songs of her angelic choir
While her fingerprints fire walk
Across fields of flaming roses
That burn deep within the dark catacombs
Of her...
Sunbeam fractals of her eyes
Shining like paisley stars
That dance in denim sorcery
Of the flaming pages in her spellbook
Veiled in the mystery below her navel
Where rosebuds ache to blossom
In her rites of spring
And the strings of her lyre
Are strummed with the delicacy
Of her fingertips sweet persuasion
As she elicits supernova timbres
For the songs of her angelic choir
While her fingerprints fire walk
Across fields of flaming roses
That burn deep within the dark catacombs
Of her...
#erotic
#fire
#orgasm
#sensual
#women
116 reads
6 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 5:37pm
11th Feb 2025 5:37pm
history called celestial faces
Eons ago
I saw your countenance
cadenced by a candle
transmuted embers
sleeper you have beckoned me
wider wiser deeper
for a moment
we stopped
looking through
a lulling luring lens
speaking
I ask you to begin
let go, let go
apple of my eyes
dark forlorn forgiving
reignited
our dream bodies
billowed around...
I saw your countenance
cadenced by a candle
transmuted embers
sleeper you have beckoned me
wider wiser deeper
for a moment
we stopped
looking through
a lulling luring lens
speaking
I ask you to begin
let go, let go
apple of my eyes
dark forlorn forgiving
reignited
our dream bodies
billowed around...
#women
#symbolism
89 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 2:05am
11th Feb 2025 2:05am
Star in Her Teacup
Star in Her Teacup
The golden embers of her eyes
Smolder softly as sassafras incense
Whose midnight is the sweet persuasion
That suffuses each swirl of steam
From the ocean of storms
In her fine China teacup
When the fire of a thousand suns
Grows with the maiden fury
Aglow in the nova of her gaze
The golden embers of her eyes
Smolder softly as sassafras incense
Whose midnight is the sweet persuasion
That suffuses each swirl of steam
From the ocean of storms
In her fine China teacup
When the fire of a thousand suns
Grows with the maiden fury
Aglow in the nova of her gaze
#passion
#seductive
#sensual
#tea
#women
122 reads
2 Comments
musht_e_ghubaar
Arsh
Arsh
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 3:59am
8th Feb 2025 3:59am
January
January lingers, cold and slow
I wonder how you are, where the streets go.
do the days treat you kind?
I wish I could walk with you, leave no step behind.
-Arshad
I wonder how you are, where the streets go.
do the days treat you kind?
I wish I could walk with you, leave no step behind.
-Arshad
#BestFriend
#friendship
#humankind
#love
#women
110 reads
7 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 3:33am
6th Feb 2025 3:33am
Feline On the Prowl
Feline On the Prowl
Her face decorated for Samhain
With feline whiskers and ears
Whose lipstick is a Gothic smirk
Painted in red and black shades of midnight
When the witching hour
Turns into the inner cat
Of a woman morphed
Into a purring succubus
With one cheek painted in the white
Of a Japanese Geisha
And the other pink with her natural complexion
As she gazes from eyes
That have known the dark corners of the city
Where her black sheen shimmers in...
Her face decorated for Samhain
With feline whiskers and ears
Whose lipstick is a Gothic smirk
Painted in red and black shades of midnight
When the witching hour
Turns into the inner cat
Of a woman morphed
Into a purring succubus
With one cheek painted in the white
Of a Japanese Geisha
And the other pink with her natural complexion
As she gazes from eyes
That have known the dark corners of the city
Where her black sheen shimmers in...
#cats
#gothic
#Halloween
#seductive
#women
98 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 11:59pm
3rd Feb 2025 11:59pm
Beltane blues on a winter’s day haiku
Beltane blues on a winter’s day haiku
pink blush
of her sunset cheeks
glow of youth
hidden
in her turtle neck sweater
golden hills of Eden
path of palms
for her evening stroll
heavenly parade
scent
of mown grass
she gathers her skirt
her masala dish
dazzles my taste buds
she winks
the pleats
of her windblown skirt
naked summer
pink blush
of her sunset cheeks
glow of youth
hidden
in her turtle neck sweater
golden hills of Eden
path of palms
for her evening stroll
heavenly parade
scent
of mown grass
she gathers her skirt
her masala dish
dazzles my taste buds
she winks
the pleats
of her windblown skirt
naked summer
#beauty
#haiku
#sensual
#summer
#women
108 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 6:41am
29th Jan 2025 6:41am
Plastic Jesus
Plastic Jesus
The Lethe magic of
a blue spandex swirl
of bicycle shorts
Clothes the articles
Of her Declaration of Independence
From the torrential male reign
Of hurricane force designs
On her surrogate womb
For your thermonuclear embryos
Spun into mossy opium dream
Begat by prophetic voices yearning to be heard
By cloven tongued evangelists of Golgotha ...
The Lethe magic of
a blue spandex swirl
of bicycle shorts
Clothes the articles
Of her Declaration of Independence
From the torrential male reign
Of hurricane force designs
On her surrogate womb
For your thermonuclear embryos
Spun into mossy opium dream
Begat by prophetic voices yearning to be heard
By cloven tongued evangelists of Golgotha ...
#apocalypse
#lust
#religion
#sex
#women
121 reads
4 Comments
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