Long Poems About Women
#women
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AnDre James
AnDre James
Poem Published
18th Apr 2024 9:12pm
18th Apr 2024 9:12pm
The Tragic Tale of a Young Girl's Body
She was young, just a tender age
Filled with innocence and wonder
Her body, firm and full of life's stage
But little did she know, she'd soon be torn asunder
She walked with grace and confidence
Unaware of the danger that lurked
Her beauty, an ever-present presence
But to the predator, she was just a piece of meat to be shirked
She knew not of the evil that lay in wait
As she strolled through the streets
Her mind filled with dreams and fate
But all those hopes would soon meet their defeat
He watched her from a...
Filled with innocence and wonder
Her body, firm and full of life's stage
But little did she know, she'd soon be torn asunder
She walked with grace and confidence
Unaware of the danger that lurked
Her beauty, an ever-present presence
But to the predator, she was just a piece of meat to be shirked
She knew not of the evil that lay in wait
As she strolled through the streets
Her mind filled with dreams and fate
But all those hopes would soon meet their defeat
He watched her from a...
#college
#school
#teens #women
#teens #women
35 reads
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 8:55pm
12th Apr 2024 8:55pm
The carwash made you wet, I need to dry off
#women
#beach
#ShortStory
#dirty
#orgasm
94 reads
8 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
11th Apr 2024 5:09pm
11th Apr 2024 5:09pm
Softy Co-Piloting Your Mind First Class (Air Style)
To be in the know moment one takes time to see things as others cannot grasp the concept or lose focus of presented perceptions
We go through life to make better choices for ourselves
For the parents who have children, safeguard their future the best way possible
Read to them is always my advice
Do not allow highway information from the internet to be the window of their innocent souls
What happens when you live in a world that not only supports you...
We go through life to make better choices for ourselves
For the parents who have children, safeguard their future the best way possible
Read to them is always my advice
Do not allow highway information from the internet to be the window of their innocent souls
What happens when you live in a world that not only supports you...
#women
#motivational
#inspirational
#spiritual
#feminism
179 reads
6 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 8:22pm
10th Apr 2024 8:22pm
Falling on Deaf Ears
#women
#men
#relationships
35 reads
4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
9th Apr 2024 1:19pm
9th Apr 2024 1:19pm
The truth feels so f**king good
#women
#sex
#porn
#motivational
#confessional
147 reads
10 Comments
Trome
Poem Published
7th Apr 2024 5:22am
7th Apr 2024 5:22am
Why DID I f**k YOU
#women
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
133 reads
5 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
26th Mar 2024 12:56pm
26th Mar 2024 12:56pm
Twitch of the Death Nerve
#loneliness
#women
#violence
#fiction
#MentalHealth
53 reads
10 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Mar 2024 10:40am
25th Mar 2024 10:40am
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.
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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
63 reads
2 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
11th Mar 2024 6:11pm
11th Mar 2024 6:11pm
The OK Show (Ass of No Respect)
New school women always want that old school respect
Then the new school shit they are doing needs to be put in check,
“Because women do not understand accountability and value
That is why the real ones are mythical and very few,
“I bet I can find a unicorn, before a true bitch
Almost all have the weave, BBL treatments and fake tits,
“Even before getting in a relationship, they are already fired
Sexually expired with attitudes that make a motherfucka tired,
“At least grandma took care of home and respected the man ...
Then the new school shit they are doing needs to be put in check,
“Because women do not understand accountability and value
That is why the real ones are mythical and very few,
“I bet I can find a unicorn, before a true bitch
Almost all have the weave, BBL treatments and fake tits,
“Even before getting in a relationship, they are already fired
Sexually expired with attitudes that make a motherfucka tired,
“At least grandma took care of home and respected the man ...
#women
103 reads
6 Comments
DetectiveOGasm
Poem Published
10th Mar 2024 8:16pm
10th Mar 2024 8:16pm
She/Her
From my first breath,
I was guided by women
My introduction to this world
in the arms of a mother,
followed by nurses
scrambling about
to quiet my confusion
The awareness of fear
a baby's cry
only to be calmed
by the feminine instinct
That respect,
starts with a mother
and branches out
to include the daughters
and sisters of Eve
if one is fortunate
to be nurtured
by the loving, maternal variety
On record came Blondie
On cassette, Joan Jett
and I was again mystified...
I was guided by women
My introduction to this world
in the arms of a mother,
followed by nurses
scrambling about
to quiet my confusion
The awareness of fear
a baby's cry
only to be calmed
by the feminine instinct
That respect,
starts with a mother
and branches out
to include the daughters
and sisters of Eve
if one is fortunate
to be nurtured
by the loving, maternal variety
On record came Blondie
On cassette, Joan Jett
and I was again mystified...
#women
#admiration
#respect
112 reads
2 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
9th Mar 2024 4:16pm
9th Mar 2024 4:16pm
Dying 4 Ass
BBL is for those women without ass, but they need to check
Their mama for that pancake ass genetic defect,
“Other reasons for the BBL can be from low self-esteem to fat reduction
No matter how the ass is shaped men and strapped up dikes will continue fuckin,
“Many women already have a thick ass, but are not satisfied
Then go to another country for a Brazilian Butt Lift quickly on a plane ride,
“The first risk of the surgery is when applied the anesthesia
And hopefully he is not a sexual predator and go up in her,
...
Their mama for that pancake ass genetic defect,
“Other reasons for the BBL can be from low self-esteem to fat reduction
No matter how the ass is shaped men and strapped up dikes will continue fuckin,
“Many women already have a thick ass, but are not satisfied
Then go to another country for a Brazilian Butt Lift quickly on a plane ride,
“The first risk of the surgery is when applied the anesthesia
And hopefully he is not a sexual predator and go up in her,
...
#women
104 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
7th Mar 2024 3:47am
7th Mar 2024 3:47am
Rowena O’Riordan
Rowena O’Riordan
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Her heart is a glass of haunted roses. Weatherworn Ellis Island faces rise like Lazarus from family memory books. Ours is the immigrant waltz learned from grandparents who danced on the shores of America upon arrival.
Spring in Natchez, Mississippi is pollen blown on the honeysuckle breeze like the nectar of Aphrodite. Sassafras scents the morning light on a dandelion lane past the bird sanctuary owned by the surgeon down the road until he walked Brightwood Street with his bewildered...
1
Her heart is a glass of haunted roses. Weatherworn Ellis Island faces rise like Lazarus from family memory books. Ours is the immigrant waltz learned from grandparents who danced on the shores of America upon arrival.
Spring in Natchez, Mississippi is pollen blown on the honeysuckle breeze like the nectar of Aphrodite. Sassafras scents the morning light on a dandelion lane past the bird sanctuary owned by the surgeon down the road until he walked Brightwood Street with his bewildered...
#women
#teens
#myself
#FallingInLove
#dating
83 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems About Women
