Best Feminine Poems
"Excuses: A Feminine Experience"
by: Eric L. Boddie
Oh how do I Love him....let me count the ways
But I'm tired of lying to my friends....he's just going through a phase
He works so many hours so if I just get home on time
Why do I have to choose the same time as fighting to occupy his mind
All I want is his Love....let's just get the record straight
If he hadn't been through so much, I wouldn't have to see his hate
If I didn't look so sexy while in the path of other guys
If only I could see that "I Love you" is just another of his lies
If only I could be everything he wanted in a girl
One day he will see just how much I compliment his world
If only I didn't chew so loud when I'm at the table
If I could just be more understanding, he could be more stable
They tell me I should leave, but my Love says I should stay
When he says "Baby I'm sorry," he'll get better is what I Pray
Every time he hits me....pushes or shoves
I have to forgive him....just to prove my Love
Ladies please break this chain....
I am not responsible
for the ache that blooms in others
when I place my name
above their expectations.
I have spent lifetimes
softening my voice,
shrinking my needs,
turning myself into a bridge
everyone could cross
while I remained unseen.
No more.
I refuse to apologize
for setting boundaries
where I once offered blood.
I refuse to carry guilt
that was never mine to hold.
My choosing myself
is not cruelty—
it is survival.
It is the long-delayed breath
of a woman who learned
that love without self-respect
is only a slow disappearance.
If my growth unsettles you,
let it.
If my no feels heavy,
place it down—
it was never meant to live in my hands.
I am allowed
to protect my peace,
to bloom without permission,
to walk away from rooms
where my silence was preferred
over my truth.
I choose myself
not to wound the world,
but to finally heal
the woman I abandoned
for far too long.
And that—
that is not selfishness.
That is coming home.
Freedom does be a common thing for the common lot
Freedom does be our given due
Freedom of expression, freedom of speech
Freedom of choice, freedom of thought
Freedom does be crucial for all of humankind
But it does be more so, specially for us, the feminine species, since we are dolls
Dolls made of fuss
Dolls being frail, dolls being easily used and abused
Freedom does be for us, the right to say no
The right to voice out our fears
The right to be taken into consideration
The right to be taken on board, on the same boats as the men
Freedom does be for us, the right of respect
The right to see life from our own perspective
The right to make a mess and regret
Or the right to make a mess and feel wonderful about it
Freedom does be the reverence of our own bodies
Why, is it a must to make babies
If we wish not to,
If we do feel good as we are
Freedom does be the right to peace
Indeed, wars and battles do be our fort
But peace does relieve our inner voice
So much that we do cherish it so much
Freedom does be the right to ignite flames
Should we deem it needful to
Should we deem that we are being threatened
Or even if we are being cheated upon
Freedom does be the right to be ourselves
Modern girls in a modern world
Girls free to drink, to dance, to walk as we do deem to
Girls free to love, to hate, to feel, to cry and even to laugh
Freedom does be a thing so common for the common lot
But for us dolls, we do have a price to pay for freedom
For controlled we always are by those other beings
Those beings made of ego and lust, who do claim to be so superior
Freedom does be everything
Freedom does be the cause of life
Freedom does be it
Freedom does be made of feminine flames!
Flames of freedom,
Blown by the prevailing winds
Shall reach each and every corner of the world
Indeed, for such do we all await!
Enslaved by dominance and shackles,
Submissively obedient in silence,
Femme fatales with their modernized slavery,
Man kneels and then bows,
Yielding to remain in servitude,
Controlled by the darkened dominant feminine race.
dress
chartreuse
sways freely
peek a boo slits
twirling, flowing, silk
captivating
romantic
lovely
dance
Written on 10/9/2015
Ninette Form
Contrary to popular belief, us guys have feminine side
Sometimes we wear gowns pretending we're blushing new brides
I'm more reserved
Lacking the nerve
At the sight of a wee mousie, I go "eeeek" and hide
© Jack Ellison 2015
Sweet cream
Georgia peaches
Every pearl has a different feeling
Glistening like rain
On petals of a rose
Between my legs
I see her pose
Everything seems impossible when it’s not done
Though when dark times hit, people tend to give up and run
But to where, it’s still under the same sun
This is one of the truth ignored by man.
Yes! Fate is fate, but giving up is not an option_ Cause adaption in any situation is a key component that leads to evolution as the earth under goes its revolution.
This word is for you girl child, a flamboyant feminine soul
Beautiful, smart and intelligent, keeping the fire burning like coal
With a different perspective of life as a goal
And inspiring to the female folk, a role you ought to keep in control.
Despite how at times you may doubt yourself, just remember, the power lies within you_ the power to bring every Jericho down and to move every mountain
Girl! Indeed everything seems impossible when it’s not done.
But take every chance and opportunity to give out your ability or capability_ keeping in mind to secure your integrity.
Desmond Tutu said, “Do your little bit of good where you are; it’s those little bits of good put together that overwhelm the world at par.
You ought to do the same, success is your portion just follow the rules of the game.
Go along with your vision_ let your brains spill with abundant_ knowledge to foster development to the nation.
An achievement man will have had been remembered for till the Day of Judgment with celebration.
I know this message may sound braggadocio_ but believe you me, you’ll always be unique and special.
Anyway, to every Girl Child_ go forth, be the light of the world and thunder!
(AN IAMBIC
PENTAMETER)
Oh ye mortals open
your eyes and see,
An ancient secret
obscured is now
free.
The true saga of
Christ, the Holy
Grail,
Wrongly foretold as
a sacred cup tale.
As enmity heighten
against GOD’s
Church,
One thing was aimed
the Vatican to fetch
To govern and
control the Church
affairs
Which they did
succeed to render in
pairs.
In order to sustain
their devious rule,
Pagan worship merged
they with Christian
truth.
Altering the true
documents of the
faith,
Branded Christ as
divine, an idol
trait.
On she, was who
Christ’s Church was
to be built,
But she branded they
a harlot, as filth.
A royal blood she
was from, as He
Christ,
So he loved her as
she bore their love
price.
The Holy Grail as
told is not a cup,
If we follow through
the royal blood map.
The sacred feminine
that bore Christ
seed,
Is the Holy Grail –
Mary Magdalene.
COURTESY:
THE DA VINCI CODE
A NOVEL BY DAN
BROWN.
Copyright © 2003 by
Dan Brown,
I'm ensnared in cobwebs crocheted with time,
Prostrate on wild moss,lies my woman sublime;
Stupored with cannabis and some weed looks like slime:
Life seems in darkness,unfit for the swine;
Her eyes prismatic hues,are the enchanting clues;
These senses lie floating,on a pool of red wine.
Those bewitching lips wear a venetian look,
Got to savour them hook or by crook.
Contours of fullness one of a kind,
Inviting enough,to drive a hawk blind.
Behind the moons glow,stars hide courting in shadow;
Playing peeping Tom,Helios is waiting for morrow.
My desires in distress,this mind in a mess;
Oh beloved you've left me, without a caress.
A new dawn is breaking,another cocks waking:
With conciousness dawning,I'll surely wake shaking.
This terrible tease,had me truly stirred and mistaken,
Once in a while I guess,a mans got to be shaken.
--- Princefreakasso
{Artist and Poet}
Glimpsed neath the jeweled moonbeams bright
Bathed in innocence, grandly framed by light,
The Goddess lightly steps through forests dense,
Arrives at the River's sparkling vast expanse.
She, whose very movement shatters hearts,
Whose tender lips can break a man apart,
She, whose love can heal a broken nation;
Her sovereign glance, a piercing vibration.
She fills the sky's unlimited space
With her glorious beauty and unblemished face.
Her strength a shield, she protects the weak.
Her breasts suckle the young, tender and meek.
Sacred Feminine, Virgin, Mother, Crone:
She walks proudly through life; yet never alone.
For She carries the masculine deep within her heart,
Blesses every man from birth to death; alone, apart.
Midnight wind in her glowing, silken curls
Caresses naked skin against the warm night air,
She pulls from the vibrant ethers, around and about
Til cloaked in light. Her power defies all doubt.
Stillness settles as the moon ascends.
She smiles and knows new life begins
Only through Her, as cycles start and stop,
She is All Women, holy and cleansed of sin.
The Goddess shines through the darkest hour,
Nurturing all love, and welding all power.
She embraces Man, enchanted and dismayed,
He is oft times weary, lost and afraid.
He cannot understand her fabulous Mystery,
For her secrets lie in Divine simplicity.
She is his Other, completed, holy and whole,
When embraced as One: as above, so below.
Her beauty and mystery draws him near
Like the soft, alluring eyes of a dove.
He will understand the Mysterious Feminine
Only when he learns to truly love.
Iris blue eyes that bright, azure beams strow
Lilly white neck with a radiant, translucent glow
Rosy cheeks blanching cotton swabs of milky snow
Viola black hair coiffed; silky strands strung in a tidy row
Magnolia-crescented bosom with a soft, silty furrow
Camellia-shaped paps that with sweet nectar flow
Butterfly Orchid legs; slender willows with tawny curves that billow
Anemone-cupped hands with graceful seams that her dignity doth sow
Woman, woman, oh sweet woman
My love, my crib, my token
In my daily diary
Every day is your journey
You are my soul, my pillar
I cherish you everyday
And I love you, my flower.
Woman, my darling, my beauty
You amaze me all day long
You occupy the core, the center of my life
You are my princess, my queen
You are my dear friend, my longing wish
Woman, woman, oh sweet woman
My oxygen tank, my miraculous lady.
Woman, you are the heart of my soul
The star of my life and the moon of my heaven
You are the stunning woman, the perfect doll
The one who sweeps, pushes and rows at home
Wow! Wow! You are my velvet cushion
Woman, woman, oh tender woman
You are the sun which illumines my palm.
Woman, to me you are fundamental
My angel, my saint, you are delightful
Life has no meaning without you
You are my darling, my hope, my beacon
You are my heart, my dream, my soul
Woman, woman, oh mysterious woman!
P.S. Translation of ' Heureuse Journée De La Femme'
By Hébert Logerie
Copyright © March 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
You are the Moon’s emissary:
In mood and shades of dark and light,
you share your purpose with your will
equally, mixed in the same bowl
and pour that bright power bestowed
or denied, it seems, according
to both season and circumstance.
You are the Moon’s emissary:
In ebb and flow of human tide,
within a chord of disquietude
you bring the rebalancing word,
stemming here a flood, there dispute,
all in the cause of harmony, unless
declared as love declares itself.
You are the Moon’s emissary:
you serve the altering grey sea,
hearing its whisper day by night,
knowing meanings of silences
and seeing the clean horizon
at dawn you look where man must be,
watching sails shrink to memory.
You are the Moon’s emissary:
Recognise in her circling dance
time tracked as sands of silver ran
and know her care is a command
extended from the distant stars:
To live and love yourself always
as you are, others as you can.
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MY BEAUTIFUL GIRLS
Zinnia,I remember you,each day
Don't ever despair,my Petunia
Or give up,precious Lily.
Never forget,my Carnation
I'm thinking of you,my Pansy
You have my devotion,Honeysuckle.
My heartfelt love always,Myrtle
With sincere regards my Daffodils-
Forever...my floral friends.