Poems About Women by Top Critiquers
#women
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
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Her Ass: It's the Season of Giving
You said I want you...
Now that's the ass!
A poet's dream!
Captivated by the line
Take off my jeans
The world should see
Men's hands will offend
Beauty of a woman's ass
Delve into the mysteries!
Kissing the thighs...
The panties, openwork
Fall seductively calling
Nature's wondrous creation
Opened before you...
I'm writing a poem
On the hemispheres of dreams
You want me more!
And I agree strongly
A woman's ass is dangerous
But what joy there is in it!
Now that's the ass!
A poet's dream!
Captivated by the line
Take off my jeans
The world should see
Men's hands will offend
Beauty of a woman's ass
Delve into the mysteries!
Kissing the thighs...
The panties, openwork
Fall seductively calling
Nature's wondrous creation
Opened before you...
I'm writing a poem
On the hemispheres of dreams
You want me more!
And I agree strongly
A woman's ass is dangerous
But what joy there is in it!
#lust
#women
#temptation
#passion
#seductive
1651 reads
38 Comments
Wild Woman
Adventurously
She roams the woods
Collecting dreams and inspirations
Weaving them
Into poems and stories
Mindfully
She observes nature's marvels
Talking to animals
Listening to trees
Enchanted by their wisdom
Gracefully
She walks her path
Moving with elegance and power
Catching sunbeams on her face
Inside like outside a raw natural beauty
Attentively
She is on the scent
Tensing her muscles
Sharpening her claws and senses
Always present in the Here and Now
Affectionately...
She roams the woods
Collecting dreams and inspirations
Weaving them
Into poems and stories
Mindfully
She observes nature's marvels
Talking to animals
Listening to trees
Enchanted by their wisdom
Gracefully
She walks her path
Moving with elegance and power
Catching sunbeams on her face
Inside like outside a raw natural beauty
Attentively
She is on the scent
Tensing her muscles
Sharpening her claws and senses
Always present in the Here and Now
Affectionately...
#women
#nature
516 reads
7 Comments
The Unfolding
The Unfolding
Reclined in Baroque splendor
On her back
Upon Jung’s red velvet divan
Stilettos lifted to heaven
Her All Hallows gossamer is a black rose
In the midnight pool of satin
Of her cocktail dress, gold sashed at the waist
That she wears so, her skin can breathe
When his questions make her sweat
And her makeup just makes it worse
But she would feel naked without it
When she confesses that in her dreams
She is the film noir archetype
Of Dietrich in...
Reclined in Baroque splendor
On her back
Upon Jung’s red velvet divan
Stilettos lifted to heaven
Her All Hallows gossamer is a black rose
In the midnight pool of satin
Of her cocktail dress, gold sashed at the waist
That she wears so, her skin can breathe
When his questions make her sweat
And her makeup just makes it worse
But she would feel naked without it
When she confesses that in her dreams
She is the film noir archetype
Of Dietrich in...
#beauty
#MentalHealth
#seductive
#sensual
#women
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4 Comments
Inside and Out
Ms.,
you are precious.
Inside and Out;
You are pulchritudinous.
To think other,
would be ludicrous.
Now,
isn't that glorious?
you are precious.
Inside and Out;
You are pulchritudinous.
To think other,
would be ludicrous.
Now,
isn't that glorious?
#women
#beauty
#inspirational #uplifting
#inspirational #uplifting
964 reads
8 Comments
Sweet Women, Sweet Lies
The sweetest thing about the nice women
Is that they always love to lie to tough Adam
And moreover, they know that also harsh men
Love tender women, because they love to lie
So, with respect shown, lying is women's charm
By which they lure men into their sweet bait
It is a paradox that has became a clear evidence
No one ever denies the irony of the lying fact
Women are beautiful, without a masked truth
Their tender voice, smart body is the very proof
With slender fingers and lightly falling...
Is that they always love to lie to tough Adam
And moreover, they know that also harsh men
Love tender women, because they love to lie
So, with respect shown, lying is women's charm
By which they lure men into their sweet bait
It is a paradox that has became a clear evidence
No one ever denies the irony of the lying fact
Women are beautiful, without a masked truth
Their tender voice, smart body is the very proof
With slender fingers and lightly falling...
#women
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Valuable (NoPoo 92)
a woman's value
in life should never be less
Than a man's ego
in life should never be less
Than a man's ego
#women
#senryu
#admiration #respect
#admiration #respect
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This Time
This Time
In an infinite number
in any direction,
The Quarter,
The Classic,
The Agent,
The Monk,
the same way
it was written
in the script.
You never know
who else
wants
to be
a monk.
They all
do.
In an infinite number
in any direction,
The Quarter,
The Classic,
The Agent,
The Monk,
the same way
it was written
in the script.
You never know
who else
wants
to be
a monk.
They all
do.
#women
#men
#LGBT
#humankind
#transgender
396 reads
6 Comments
That Cheerful Woman In You
.. ...
There I am in the middle of a weird conversation
A lucid dream is being engineered
Going all unseen among your old enemies
Unsolved mysteries
I had been home to that cheerful woman in you...
When you were... a spy ... just across the lane
That woman in you who brings out... the mole ...in me
I won't fail to reproduce the words, the phrases, the scenes
Some things never change
Some things stay the same
Jog my furtive movements... Jog my memory ...
There I am in the middle of a weird conversation
A lucid dream is being engineered
Going all unseen among your old enemies
Unsolved mysteries
I had been home to that cheerful woman in you...
When you were... a spy ... just across the lane
That woman in you who brings out... the mole ...in me
I won't fail to reproduce the words, the phrases, the scenes
Some things never change
Some things stay the same
Jog my furtive movements... Jog my memory ...
#love
#dark
#women
#lover
#art
609 reads
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Lover's Paradise
We have reached
Lover's Paradise
Where the world
is fair and equal
to everyone
where we dress
the way we want or we
run free naked
as a jaybird
where we can love
anyone that makes our heart beat
so we need to enjoy
Lover's Paradise
while we can
Lover's Paradise
Where the world
is fair and equal
to everyone
where we dress
the way we want or we
run free naked
as a jaybird
where we can love
anyone that makes our heart beat
so we need to enjoy
Lover's Paradise
while we can
#love
#lover
#men
#utopia
#women
307 reads
13 Comments
Come To Me
#love
#lust
#women
#sex
#erotic
465 reads
4 Comments
The Girls in the Van
I see the van sometimes, idling by
the nightclubs and the bars,
the drive-thru restaurants.
They wear the uniforms of girls
of their respective periods: leg warmers,
tees, scrunchies, hairspray (gallons
and gallons of that), and each
is wrought with some old wound:
a slash across the throat
is most common, on occasion
a stab to the chest. Nothing can staunch
the laughing, though; the endless
flow of youthful joy.
The youngest is sixteen, the oldest twenty-three.
And now across the parking court tarmac, ...
the nightclubs and the bars,
the drive-thru restaurants.
They wear the uniforms of girls
of their respective periods: leg warmers,
tees, scrunchies, hairspray (gallons
and gallons of that), and each
is wrought with some old wound:
a slash across the throat
is most common, on occasion
a stab to the chest. Nothing can staunch
the laughing, though; the endless
flow of youthful joy.
The youngest is sixteen, the oldest twenty-three.
And now across the parking court tarmac, ...
#ghosts
#murder
#violence #women
#violence #women
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