Best Heroines Poems
The character of a hero is one to covet
Through hard work, and exceptional courage
A man of distinction you cannot miss.
Noble full of strength to achieve his goal
Doing all possible according to his ability
One aim, one plan.
Alexander Graham bell and Winston Church hill
Both have a story to tell. Great success, creative ability
To add services to this age. Heroes in their own rights
That left leopard spots in our mind. Beat tough challenges,
Contributed greatly to science, none other this world would
Ever find.
The same can be said for a heroine, a woman admired
For her courage to achieve outstanding results. A woman
Of worth, a gift to mankind, a god sent from birth.
Heroines who will never give up, but press their way thru
Life to succeed. Helen Keller, Madam CJ Walker. One an
Offspring of a slave. The other her all she gave, disabled
And had nothing to crave.
Heroes and heroines, novelist actors and actresses, RAF pilots
Must be honoured in the very same way. But come to think of
All that has said and done. My greatest hero and heroine are my
Dad and mom.
Form:
Heroes and Heroines (In Honor of Park Center Outreach)
Today, I stepped off the pedestal of important footsteps that leave no impact, to a world
of kindness and brutality, and I felt alive.
Today, I stepped off the pedestal of eloquent words with little meaning, to a world of
tears and violence, and I felt alive.
Today, I met a man who beats his wife and comforts her in kindness, who fears the sting of
rejection and embraces the compassion of small things,
Today, I met a hero gone mad, gone sad, full of shame and rejection, who beats his wife
and comforts her in kindness searching for a reprieve from voices of derision and his own
violence to the peaceful sound of rushing water,
And I saw heroines who understood his complexity.
I tell you, I know heroines, who doubt their own beauty, who doubt their own narrative
because the days are too long for reflection, and the broken hearted need them now!
I tell you, heroes saving heroines, heroines saving heroines, and heroines saving heroes,
I saw it all. I saw a man who saved my soul, for through his battered brains, he found
the strength to tame the rager, and now he speaks with soft spoken eloquence,
Today, I stepped out of the horror of a world without meaning, of a world without
tribulation, of a world without joy, into the teeming torrent of bittersweet euphony, and
I FELT ALIVE!!!
It isn’t hard to find a heroine
among the women that one knows.
God had enough faith in their valor
to trust them with childbearing woes.
There was an outstanding heroine
in the news when I was young,
of whom the praise was endless
and admiring songs were sung.
Aviation was still in infancy.
Planes had barely out-grown their pedals,
when Amelia Earhart was crossing oceans
and winning high flying medals.
There was one first she hadn’t claimed,
first woman to fly around the world.
They feted her before her 1937 flight
with pride and the flag unfurled.
She and her navigator, Fred Noonan
had all but reached their destination,
when their plane simply disappeared.
They were mourned by the whole nation.
She had promised her loving husband
she would quit after she flew it.
Though well aware of the danger, said,
“I want to do it just in order to do it.”
Written May 25, 2012
Unsung Heroines Sung
below in palace kitchen
over fire in wattle hut
during lunch breaks coffee chatter
or the health spa apres sweat
where ever women gather
when ever women are
comes a quiet time of voices
a calm time, feelings slowed
then silence……
for a moment gentle communion flows.
in this precious, timeless space
our bardic songs are sung.
the victories over loneliness
prejudice and fear
being out there on ones own
when no one can come near
of woman battles ever fought
and now some woman-won.
~ A Poem for Passover ~
Four questions
Four cups of wine
Four kinds of sons
Four heroines in line
Leah, Rachel, Bilha, Zilpa
Four mothers, twelve sons
Accompanied Jacob to Pharaoh's land
at the command of the One
God Of Israel, Who yet hears
four mothers' descendants' pain
and frees them each year from Egypt
to extol His Name once again
Lost Heroines
Anna K. had her train
Virginia her river Ouse
Emma B. chose poison
And Janice heard
and succumbed to
the false seduction
of her lethal needle.
So many distraught, gifted souls
Lost in that far country
Unable to find the thread
that could lead them back
Dancing recklessly to the precipice
Until that Orphic siren is too stong to resist
and lures them like a lover to the
waiting abyss
With ashes and sackcloth
I enter the temple seeking solace
from their haunting refrain
alone, alone, so utterly alone.
So my prayer like the psalmist's supplication
rises like incense to an unknown god
"Rescue me from the darkened
shades of Sheol."
At least abandon me not
to the fate of such gifted, isolated women
For who can love you, adore you, worship you
When our last hope is eclipsed
by the deep that calls unto the deep?
Ora pro nobis Anna, Virginia, Emma, and Janice
Oh heroine come save me now .
As you have saved me all my life.
You have saved me from every terrain.
Every tragedy.Every moment of loud cry.
How do you fly so fast with out a cape,plane or wings?
With out supernatural power.
Supernatural you are not,but equal with that super natural power.
You are not super man.
Green lanter,bat man or robin.
You my dear, a wonder woman.
Similar to a lioness,carrying a cub in its mouth, through a raining storm.
Similar to a mother kangaroo carrying its baby in its pouch.
When I have ever saide ouch you sat me on the couch,
rubbing my wombs with peroxide.
Saving me from the boggy monsters dark scare with a night light.
At birth you girdled me with an invisible cloak.
Invisible to the evil villains stare,invisible to sins that stole innocence.
Late nights you saved me from hunger,stirring a pot of love.
You untied the knot from around my neck.
Saving me from the brink of death.You saved me from my self.
You saved my poetic downfall, with this heroine topic.The topic is you, my heroine, oh heroine ,oh heroine,my motherly savior.A heroine,A saving pair of hands.
Saving dreams from the dark.
To a land of light.Oh heroine ,oh heroine, my warrior heroine.
Defeating tears,fears,safe guarding family values with a shield of homley rules.When my blood ran dry,you slit your wrist. I drank your blood.Oh sacrificing heroine,my heroine dies.Cause of death blood transfusion.
In this world I stand in confusion .Come back oh motherly heroin,saving heroine,Oh please my heroine,ill miss you heroine.
Organ donation
Some heroes and heroines
Do not wear blue capes
Today, I am sixty-four years young; my spirit sings.
To those who stood for me, I salute and praise,
Your sacrifices and love, forever in my gaze.
To the brave hearts who fought for my independence,
I hail thee; your courage sets me free.
To the fallen heroes and heroines,
Your legacy lives on.
To the present generation, I say:
Treat me better, harness my resources, and make me great.
I have abundant treasures, fortunes to share with love and care.
Let my story be told, my voice be heard;
Manage me better.
Happy birthday.
A celebration of heroes and heroines, dead and living.
They sold their lives
For the price of nothing
And surrendered their entire being
- Spirit:
They pleaded with God
For His intervention
In alleviating man's troubles
They wrestled with forces
That caused people to err
- Soul:
They showed their love
And donated their hearts
They cried for those in anguish
And danced with the lame
They taught the ignorant
And gave them the confidence
Of the learned
- Bodies:
Hands that caressed
Palms that gave alms
Smiles that uplifted
Legs that led
Mouths that spoke up
Tongues that revealed truth
And words that made whole
You decided to be different
And sacrificed yourselves
Your footprints are seen across the sands of time
Your works speak for you
Your stories will always be told
The marks you left will forever tell it
When I was a child all of the faerie tale heroines were blonde.
Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, Gretel, Tinkerbelle and Goldie Locks.
Being brunette does not make sense to a five-year-old.
The prince is not coming for me.
My hair is too dark.
I do not have blue eyes either.
The Anderson Brothers and the Brothers Grimm loved blue eyes.
All of their heroines had them.
I had hazel green eyes.
Until Snow White came upon the scene, there was no hope.
Now there was a teensy bit of hope.
A sliver of a spark of a slip of a teensy tiny bit of a hope.
I was thrilled when Disney brought out Mulan.
Now I knew it was okay to not only save myself, but to also save the prince.
Then Princess and the Frog arrived.
Now it is okay to have black hair, darker skin, hazel green eyes!
You can be a heroine without blonde hair and blue eyes now! Thank goodness!
When some good - hearted folks
sleep forever,
good rhyming hymns
writing and singing
for their honours
Don't stop doing
good forever.
July 31/2023