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.
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
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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
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2 Comments
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
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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
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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
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2 Comments
When you Gotta change
Through this life time whether you think that you, don't need to change, but yet in reality you do, whether woman to man and man to woman, for let's look at this time to really analyze, the facts as the truth. For sure how many times have you lost a job and found another one to help in a situation, that is out of our hands and control. BUT yet you chosen to fall apart, with changes of raw and uncut mental health actions, of screaming and yelling things that will affect not you alone but us as well as the depression slowly takes control. BUT then yet you start realize that is not changing, our...
#friendship
#LifeCycle
#men
#relationships
#women
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The Absurdity of Gayness
Let us seriously consider the absurdity of gayness.
Gay men only have sexual relations with men,
Yet masculine-like and feminine-like gay men exist.
The masculine-like gay men desire the feminine-like gay men,
And the feminine-like gay men desire the masculine-like gay men.
Gays want the world to tolerate this kind of lunacy.
Gay men do not want to have sex with women.
So why do they have sex with men who behave like women?
What do sane people have to say about this?
Men who behave like women are definitely not women.
Would it...
Gay men only have sexual relations with men,
Yet masculine-like and feminine-like gay men exist.
The masculine-like gay men desire the feminine-like gay men,
And the feminine-like gay men desire the masculine-like gay men.
Gays want the world to tolerate this kind of lunacy.
Gay men do not want to have sex with women.
So why do they have sex with men who behave like women?
What do sane people have to say about this?
Men who behave like women are definitely not women.
Would it...
#gay
#men
#sex #women
#sex #women
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2 Comments
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
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FALLEN

#honesty
#TruthOfLife
#women
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5 Comments
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
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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
103 reads
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LEAVE ME HIGH AND DRY
TURNING YOUR
BACK ON ME
SIMILAR TO
LEAVING ME HIGH AND DRY
MEN DO CRY
MY SOUL WANTS TO BE
CLOSER TO YOURS
I WONDER WHY
EVEN WHEN YOU
LEAVE ME HIGH AND DRY
Is there a lack of trust
Checking my cellphone messages
LIKE A TRUE FUCKING SPY
LOOKING UP AT THE SKY
WE ARE NOT ALONE
HER; KRISTINA X & LILDRAGONFLY
YES IM THERE FAVORITE EROTIC GUY
WHEN YOU GET MAD AT ME
In space,...
BACK ON ME
SIMILAR TO
LEAVING ME HIGH AND DRY
MEN DO CRY
MY SOUL WANTS TO BE
CLOSER TO YOURS
I WONDER WHY
EVEN WHEN YOU
LEAVE ME HIGH AND DRY
Is there a lack of trust
Checking my cellphone messages
LIKE A TRUE FUCKING SPY
LOOKING UP AT THE SKY
WE ARE NOT ALONE
HER; KRISTINA X & LILDRAGONFLY
YES IM THERE FAVORITE EROTIC GUY
WHEN YOU GET MAD AT ME
In space,...
#honesty
#TruthOfLife
#women
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3 Comments
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