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Women Haiku Poems | Haiku Poems About Women

These Women Haiku poems are examples of Haiku poems about Women. These are the best examples of Women Haiku poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

Every mouth
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.

Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


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Black Friday

Love your neighbor as you love yourself
What happened to our mind set?
She’s an infant not a cure for aids
She’s pure why forcefully snitch her virginity 
Respect our women you selfish men

South Africa you’ve made a name for yourself “rape capital” 
Let us unite against rape and restore our good name
My beloved South Africans unite!
Unite against women and child abuse
One person raped is one too many

Anene Boysens, your death united the nations
United, they condemned discrimination against women
They said” every girl has a right to be respected and protected against women abuse”
How long should we take this barbaric conduct?  
We owe it to all the victims to fight this disease

Woe to your power assertive rapists
Woe to you anger retaliation rapists
Woe to you sadistic rapists
Woe to you juvenile sex offenders
Woe to you women offenders	

14 February after sun set a word went forth
Rapists have no place in South Africa
February 15, 2013 declared a black Friday
We shall remain black until we defeat rape
Victory is within our reach, fight against rape.


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THE WOMAN WHO WAITED TOO LONG


THE WOMAN WHO WAITED TOO LONG

               Empty womb
        Springs tumble winters
              The clock ticks

            Plum blossoms
         Yearnings of passion
               Wept away


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MUSIC - HAIKU

Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul


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my heart

a dirt hand 
scrabble
clothes of my heart


shabnam shirvani


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Defile

Défilé

Onze belle models grace
the Spring défilé on stage
magnificent lace.

All chic-aesthetic
high heels parade on catwalk
smiles beatific.

Splendid they stride forth
Never to miss the way back
On walkway’s great mirth.

Fast pace vis-à-vis
With independent glamor
jamais asservis.

When met tête-à-tête
Mesdemoiselles walk away
Airy and aesthete.

Parfums élégant 
Approach them with savoir-faire
remarques intrigant.

© G. V. 04-17-2013, All Rights Reserved


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Protesting Geishas

Geishas on the march.
Protesting we know not what.
They really look pissed.


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The Diamond goddess

the diamond goddess
whispers lust in her breast voids
loves dream of power


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Nightshift



     
     children put to bed -

     working girl

     prepares for nightshift


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A POSITIVE POEM

Women who have style
attract with their fine attire,
smiles improve their looks.




Entered in Elly Wouterse's contest,
" A Positive Poem "
Written on 6/12/2014
by Andrew Crisci


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Geisha's smile


Geisha  always smile
Because
She don't have the money to cry


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Love Haiku

Some love is stupid, 
Some love is fake and unreal, 
But our love is true.


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Highrise BONER

cream pie rising high
hard on elevator ride
short skirt drop them coins



......420..........
HiGh-KoO-Coo!
................

`JSLambert 


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Haiku: Lessons Women Taught Me

(A Haiku Trilogy)       

Stage 1

you don't share feelings
how can you say you love me
when I don't know you


Stage 2

you ask me nothing
only sharing your feelings
god you're self-absorbed 


Stage 3

cosmic truth revealed
rocks, all is stardust
(but women's feelings)     

Brian Johnston
July 30,2014

Poet's Notes: 
New: Why Stage 1, Stage 2 and Stage 3? Well (this is funny) , it's kind of like
cancer, though, of course, cancer is not funny either to those going through it.

Also new: I like the inversion of the speakers complaint in the 2nd stanza as
well. I love the irony of the 3rd stanza too when you read it the way I want you
to, which is 'cosmic truth revealed rocks' then 'all is stardust, ' then in
resignation 'except women's feelings.' Thank God for the wonders of
punctuation! 

You should note that throughout the first two stanzas the speaker is negating
the other's feelings. Really it could be a man or a woman speaking in the first
two stanzas). The real question is, is the other really not sharing/listening or is
the speaker afraid to be loved (just making the other wrong)? The speaker
apparently teaches the other to share and then finds the other's sharing
annoying. Might the speaker not share with the other what the speaker wants
the other to ask the speaker about? Just a thought!  : -)   God avoiding
looking like a sexist is tough! Whew! Though of course, at heart I am still truly
sexist, and sorry ladies, the third stanza still stands (a stroke of genius) ! Ha! 

This poem is like watching the sun go down off the coast of California. You and
God are having a nice glass of Merlot, no Piesporter Goldtropschen Spatlese, 
like sipping the nectar of honey suckle blossems when you were a kid (but with 
a kick). You realise that God is perfect and you aren't. And somehow that's OK,
because at least He loves you! (No woman is present!)


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Prostitute




     prostitute loiters 

     on street corner -

     curtains twitch


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STUPID SUPREME COURT

Why can't men just let
women make their own choices
about health issues?


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Bengali Women

                                Bengali women squatting
                                    Pitchers, bangles,gossips
                                            The river Barak indifferent