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
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
Today 1:48am
Today 1:48am
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
35 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 6:33am
3rd Apr 2025 6:33am
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
42 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
42 reads
0 Comments
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