Least Read Poems About Women
#women
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
21st Aug 2022 8:32pm
21st Aug 2022 8:32pm
Marionette
These tangled strings
are not the things
to easily give up their knots
are not the things
to easily give up their knots
#women
#abuse
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#feminism
11 reads
3 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
28th Jan 2019 3:45am
28th Jan 2019 3:45am
False statements of an isle
Harmonizing the scruples of a mad baby
set upon anarchy no manifest destiny
purposeless the most base desire
no manipulation intentions to push or prod
against your wishes bring me here
for the cycle approves and penalization
let the screen go blue
is there a look to be with
Isle remember seeing men be giving free
and no harm done Isle was out there and felt
an exchange feminine energy present
and mutual acclimation found...
set upon anarchy no manifest destiny
purposeless the most base desire
no manipulation intentions to push or prod
against your wishes bring me here
for the cycle approves and penalization
let the screen go blue
is there a look to be with
Isle remember seeing men be giving free
and no harm done Isle was out there and felt
an exchange feminine energy present
and mutual acclimation found...
#women
#beach
#LifeGoals
#travel
#meditation
13 reads
2 Comments
hackerstacker
Poem Published
1st Nov 2018 3:49am
1st Nov 2018 3:49am
My Pistol a
#women
#lover
14 reads
3 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
4th Jan 2019 3:18pm
4th Jan 2019 3:18pm
7. Annotated Peoples Make Connections: if they walked around in love/for love/by love with SFX labels to their chests
Let us. Let rays. Let the light carry down.
Let us end upon the pavement for eggs.
Let us hold the line together and play it,
see the blurred story in between double bows.
The tendrils we pull apart loosen as girls touch
and girls know how. The soaped tendrils
made of smoke, gold flour, and bodies
pressed together thicker: toast ‘em twang ‘em.
Make it all snap back into place slightly welted.
Let the sun snap back into place by the time
the last of the storm is clinging onto our fur.
We’ll hold down the fort, hold down the...
Let us end upon the pavement for eggs.
Let us hold the line together and play it,
see the blurred story in between double bows.
The tendrils we pull apart loosen as girls touch
and girls know how. The soaped tendrils
made of smoke, gold flour, and bodies
pressed together thicker: toast ‘em twang ‘em.
Make it all snap back into place slightly welted.
Let the sun snap back into place by the time
the last of the storm is clinging onto our fur.
We’ll hold down the fort, hold down the...
#women
#magic
18 reads
4 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
6th Jan 2019 6:59pm
6th Jan 2019 6:59pm
Diary Entry 1: One or Two. I Pick Three.
I.
The gift, a paper frog, telling me
to press as I like to do
on a gift gingerly and calls me beautiful
(asking me how to say so)
and leaves a scribble
mentioning I look smart (even without glasses)
how do you look smart (without glasses)
and she with her boyfriend hopes
I stay in touch, I always stay
in touch with the paper
leaping by myself over spaces
intended to be separate
theyleaptogetheranyway
if you poke at the paper
in a sustained manner (she likes rocks)
a long indexed stay (I admire...
The gift, a paper frog, telling me
to press as I like to do
on a gift gingerly and calls me beautiful
(asking me how to say so)
and leaves a scribble
mentioning I look smart (even without glasses)
how do you look smart (without glasses)
and she with her boyfriend hopes
I stay in touch, I always stay
in touch with the paper
leaping by myself over spaces
intended to be separate
theyleaptogetheranyway
if you poke at the paper
in a sustained manner (she likes rocks)
a long indexed stay (I admire...
#women
#men
#LifeAsAWriter
#escape
#meditation
20 reads
6 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2019 3:15am
2nd Feb 2019 3:15am
Bog
The dragonfly hovers near me,
I list to its gravity, its wing edges drawn.
It will dilate myself open not from unused throat
up the chin cliff but on the low-low,
where love is cleft patient unto the shedding
from no man’s land- here she sinks.
It pools warm and not something
he is accustomed to.
The tang so unlike the common drip of waking up;
perfect for mating,
perfect for the passing over by diaphanous
veins and a methodical uterus.
The droll eye of the camera comes about
meaning to...
I list to its gravity, its wing edges drawn.
It will dilate myself open not from unused throat
up the chin cliff but on the low-low,
where love is cleft patient unto the shedding
from no man’s land- here she sinks.
It pools warm and not something
he is accustomed to.
The tang so unlike the common drip of waking up;
perfect for mating,
perfect for the passing over by diaphanous
veins and a methodical uterus.
The droll eye of the camera comes about
meaning to...
#women
#sex
#nature
#magic
#admiration
20 reads
11 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
9th Feb 2019 7:39pm
9th Feb 2019 7:39pm
L'esprit d'escalier
i want to shine back up the staircase
to tell you exactly exaltedly
just how the power-towers look
splayed like men; i split-lickety-split
let us stead the radio-waves
if we maybe thought as they did
and evolved enthusiasm
through the precision
of motions and handheld devices in bed
let us shake romanticism by its grotto
if loosely we stayed as lewd
as glass when cooled
but moved as a pebble spun from tires
hairline-fracturing the foreclosure
let us stump the rainfall
...
to tell you exactly exaltedly
just how the power-towers look
splayed like men; i split-lickety-split
let us stead the radio-waves
if we maybe thought as they did
and evolved enthusiasm
through the precision
of motions and handheld devices in bed
let us shake romanticism by its grotto
if loosely we stayed as lewd
as glass when cooled
but moved as a pebble spun from tires
hairline-fracturing the foreclosure
let us stump the rainfall
...
#women
#men
#relationships #conflict
#relationships #conflict
20 reads
5 Comments
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
20th Jan 2018 6:42pm
20th Jan 2018 6:42pm
EVERY NICE GIRL'S DREAM
Every nice girl dreams of finding love one day.
Until she does, her own imagery sweeps her heart away.
She dreams of loving and being loved in return.
That’s the ONLY boundary she cares to discern.
She doesn’t think of his flaws or faults
When others raise concern, she brings them to a hault
With piles of excuses and reasons reaching sky-high
Of why the man she loves is perfect in her eye.
Every nice girl dreams of finding love one day. ...
Until she does, her own imagery sweeps her heart away.
She dreams of loving and being loved in return.
That’s the ONLY boundary she cares to discern.
She doesn’t think of his flaws or faults
When others raise concern, she brings them to a hault
With piles of excuses and reasons reaching sky-high
Of why the man she loves is perfect in her eye.
Every nice girl dreams of finding love one day. ...
#love
#women
#dreams
#uplifting
#feminism
25 reads
5 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
15th Apr 2025 5:59am
15th Apr 2025 5:59am
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
45 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
12th Apr 2025 10:07pm
12th Apr 2025 10:07pm
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
55 reads
8 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 4:35pm
7th Apr 2025 4:35pm
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
57 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 6:59pm
10th Apr 2025 6:59pm
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
57 reads
0 Comments
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