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.
bait & switch team
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she tells them she's not looking to get involved
that they should just keep it moving
they insist they aren't either
...they just want to be friends
& isn't it just conceit on her part...to presume
but she's so often been driven down this well-traveled road
...knows where it probably leads
...& how it will likely end
her constant response to this accusation
to a sense of over-inflated ego
...is always the same
it might be...I am too full of myself...
...if it hadn't so frequently proven...
she tells them she's not looking to get involved
that they should just keep it moving
they insist they aren't either
...they just want to be friends
& isn't it just conceit on her part...to presume
but she's so often been driven down this well-traveled road
...knows where it probably leads
...& how it will likely end
her constant response to this accusation
to a sense of over-inflated ego
...is always the same
it might be...I am too full of myself...
...if it hadn't so frequently proven...
#women
#men
#manipulation
#deception
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Hymn to Destruction
i.
in the end
women opened their throats
loud enough to hear
confessions & testimonies
those words waited for therapies
every Monday with smart suits
and dying yucca plants to write
the words: “never release”
ii.
hibernation with the folks
after insanity blew your fuse,
back to where the forests
were no longer alive
it wore big shirts, found Jesus,
took up climbing and smoking
in a beat up car.
Death with too much to say.
iii.
I never hunted a...
in the end
women opened their throats
loud enough to hear
confessions & testimonies
those words waited for therapies
every Monday with smart suits
and dying yucca plants to write
the words: “never release”
ii.
hibernation with the folks
after insanity blew your fuse,
back to where the forests
were no longer alive
it wore big shirts, found Jesus,
took up climbing and smoking
in a beat up car.
Death with too much to say.
iii.
I never hunted a...
#women
#men
#pagan
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AFTER HER INK SPILLS
#women
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
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Hymn to Creation
i.
in the beginning
there was a ram
made of wounds
and starlight
electrical currents
for blood masked
a humble den
of deceit
ii.
the bear tasted
of dark, honeyed pine
forming clenched palms
in the veiled morning mist
carpet burns on knees
that wholly eroticised
the initials carved
into a thigh
iii.
rabbit peered from her hole
flat-eared and frightened,
a universe imploding...
in the beginning
there was a ram
made of wounds
and starlight
electrical currents
for blood masked
a humble den
of deceit
ii.
the bear tasted
of dark, honeyed pine
forming clenched palms
in the veiled morning mist
carpet burns on knees
that wholly eroticised
the initials carved
into a thigh
iii.
rabbit peered from her hole
flat-eared and frightened,
a universe imploding...
#women
#men
#pagan #metaphor
#pagan #metaphor
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LILDRAGONFLY AND HER 69 TROPHIES
#women
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
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The carwash made you wet, I need to dry off
#women
#beach
#ShortStory
#dirty
#orgasm
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Hymn to the Crone
When Cally died aged 33
of cancer, leaving behind
a Husband, 2 young lads
and an ocean of emptiness
I asked big questions
what it really means
as we float around space
on a cosmic bowling ball
if it means anything at all
inbetween paying bills
and taxes. How a world
can spin, seemingly
out of control.
I see those lads sometimes,
their little faces gleaming
through Facebook pictures,
Hubbie’s arm around
someone new
how well they look
after...
of cancer, leaving behind
a Husband, 2 young lads
and an ocean of emptiness
I asked big questions
what it really means
as we float around space
on a cosmic bowling ball
if it means anything at all
inbetween paying bills
and taxes. How a world
can spin, seemingly
out of control.
I see those lads sometimes,
their little faces gleaming
through Facebook pictures,
Hubbie’s arm around
someone new
how well they look
after...
#women
#LifeCycle
#aging
#pagan
#cancer
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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
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Hymn to the Mother
This one is for women.
Childless women.
The ones who have been
asked with that curious eye
“So why don’t you have kids?”
as you turn to say “actually
it’s got fuck all to do with you,
Sandra”
and it hasn’t.
Not a thing.
Because I think of my womb
as priceless—
so priceless, my child
could not afford to stay
and so
I cut out the shape of my Evey
as though she is a paper-doll
and motherhood is the scissors
I curl
her hair as if it is bright ...
Childless women.
The ones who have been
asked with that curious eye
“So why don’t you have kids?”
as you turn to say “actually
it’s got fuck all to do with you,
Sandra”
and it hasn’t.
Not a thing.
Because I think of my womb
as priceless—
so priceless, my child
could not afford to stay
and so
I cut out the shape of my Evey
as though she is a paper-doll
and motherhood is the scissors
I curl
her hair as if it is bright ...
#birth
#women
#motherhood #pagan
#motherhood #pagan
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Countess Zero
Countess Zero
Countess Zero aims for the heart
With California lipstick cocktail
Mixed in Bloody Mary fire
To burn the calypso drums
Wild with the gloss of a grin
Hot with Malibu summer seasoning
Whose Tabasco lips are lit with the sizzle
Of a thousand peppers strung in strands
That cascade into the cosmic nova
Of a million stars born into seduction
That glitter like blue abalone shells
From the sea in her crystal ball eyes
Countess Zero aims for the heart
With California lipstick cocktail
Mixed in Bloody Mary fire
To burn the calypso drums
Wild with the gloss of a grin
Hot with Malibu summer seasoning
Whose Tabasco lips are lit with the sizzle
Of a thousand peppers strung in strands
That cascade into the cosmic nova
Of a million stars born into seduction
That glitter like blue abalone shells
From the sea in her crystal ball eyes
#women
#beauty
#sensual #seductive
#sensual #seductive
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Cemetary Whore
She creeps around the graveyard
eyes any man that enters
lures them in with her stare
angelic beauty
demonic cutie
succumb to her craving
salacious, not behaving
mausoleum is unlocked
clothes removed, but their socks
loves the power she pulls from beyond
like a magician, waving her wand
men are fooled, time and time again
I don't need possession, as I enter her den
Scorching beauty, I want to fuck
She turns away, no such luck
She wants men who can plant a seed ...
eyes any man that enters
lures them in with her stare
angelic beauty
demonic cutie
succumb to her craving
salacious, not behaving
mausoleum is unlocked
clothes removed, but their socks
loves the power she pulls from beyond
like a magician, waving her wand
men are fooled, time and time again
I don't need possession, as I enter her den
Scorching beauty, I want to fuck
She turns away, no such luck
She wants men who can plant a seed ...
#dark
#women
#rhyming #graveyard
#rhyming #graveyard
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Moonlapse
What symptoms are you noticing?” he asks.
And I fumble with words,
trying to shove the frayed thread of them
through the needle’s eye
of all the awkward ways that I am
dissatisfied and
confused and
just generally itchy
in both my psyche and
in parts he can’t comprehend
And clear as day I can read his thoughts
as they float in a massive midair speech bubble:
“please let her mention something
that I can order tests for…”
But there is no test for the way
my soul has stopped fitting in this body, ...
And I fumble with words,
trying to shove the frayed thread of them
through the needle’s eye
of all the awkward ways that I am
dissatisfied and
confused and
just generally itchy
in both my psyche and
in parts he can’t comprehend
And clear as day I can read his thoughts
as they float in a massive midair speech bubble:
“please let her mention something
that I can order tests for…”
But there is no test for the way
my soul has stopped fitting in this body, ...
#women
#frustration
#aging #NaPoWriMo2024
#aging #NaPoWriMo2024
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