Best Womanhood Poems

Forbidden as the fruit in the garden of Eden,
But is merciless as man's carnal desire.
Similarly ripe and succulent,
And provoking instantaneous salivation, 
A desire to taste.
The oasis in a desert of heat and sand,
Quenching the instinctive thirst of man.
The bearer of fruit, 
Giver of life,
The garden...

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To Shakespeare I give all due respect,
But the world must be a huge theater I suspect.
Woman’s the major player if not the star,
For she influences all with love from afar.
The main acts of her drama as one envisions,
Occur for my audience in seven divisions. 

First...

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R ita was deflowered
A gainst her will. Ravished. Her
P light, a torture, that
E nsued a trauma

I t is a degrading abomination to
S exual assault a women

A manifestation of madness. For
N o rational man shall intend this atrocity

I t is despicable and selfish to rape
N o...

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Wisdom wild wavering wyrd, wonder of winsome ways 
Ostentatiously opportunistic, Orpheus oneiric orchid, 
Marvelously mystical mirth maker making man amaze
Ardently argumentative, and artistic accenter; avid
Nymph. Naturally nurturing nostalgic nidulation days 
How do I praise the sweet excess in you, the grace
Oozing milk of kindness, compassion...

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A Monoku - To Embrace Womanhood

WHEREFORE, A girl’s womanhood should not be negated by today's women desires for power that manifests privileges not given by God. 
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Verlena Sexton-Walker
07/30/2016...

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Fragile but tough 
Creature,a woman,an 
Embodiment of glory and 
Honor with heart deeper 
Than deepest sea;full 
Of mysteries.
 Mother of all humans.
Mystery herself,emanates 
power and 
confidence-alas!the 
Egocentric man has 
Centuries tried to strip 
Her of splendor.
 She in the cage of 
Subjugation patiently
Stayed,never 
complaining But...

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A girl just on the verge of puberty
Unaware of the pain her body could incur

Excited on a train with family
Smiling at the countryside
Cows grazing in sunlight

The train stops at their destination
Many getting off- bodies against each other pressed
From somewhere, a rough hand grabs her breast
Her...

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Epochs of womanhood

1 VIRGIN

With malar flushes, 
Causelessly she blushes,
In solitude, to herself she smiles,
While walking, aimlessly she tarries.
With a startled look, 
Whom does she seek?

2 YOUTH

Her blue eyes, 
Reminiscent of skies,
Her golden hair seem,
Akin to a bright solar beam, 
Her limbs tender,
Her waist slender. 
Nature...

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How
would you
have explained,
the red small stain
which came from your girl.
Only thirteen; too young?
Either way hurry to her,
she will not understand; prepare.
Let her calm down and turn her around,
womanhood doesn't come easy; father....

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An Era races towards me
My age, likewise, advances to meet her
Womanhood!

An epoch is come to me
I am with child
The child of my beloved

My heart throbs in sheer delight
I am in the family way

Months sail hastily
Along with my protruding stomach
Motherhood is near!...

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Immeasurable maturation profoundly
transformed thy Shana Punim
within whose corporeal femininity
gravitas resonates and doth hum
whose unbelievable transition, now
follows the beat of her own drum

approximately four years ago,
thee second and youngest born
daughter didst squawk and crow
aforementioned fledging eagerly,
instinctively, and naturally clamoring ergo
summoning unbendable biological 

propensity to grow
which, she...

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The story of every woman,
They are not all the same,
They vary as their faces are,
No one author can have all written down,
Given his length of days,
Hidden in their chambers are untold stories,
Stories to be told may be in the afterlife,
Womanhood is a journey none has...

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Four Things

Four things in any land must dwell, 
If it endures and prospers well:
One is manhood true and good;
One is noble womanhood;
One is child life, clean and bright;
And one an altar kept alight....

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The calendar is no longer a friend, its messages are clumsy
numbers working with the clock to drift her from men’s fantasy
that’s all she thinks of, life’s self acclaimed orphan
with a lonely heart, she curses every evening and bellows
everything romantic is now a sent agent of...

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i will write haiku 
so that my big feelings don’t 
take up too much room 

i know well enough
silence wields no rejection
so i stay silent.

the feminine urge
to scream like a wounded beast
but i just say no.

i am seventeen
my mere age is poetic
just like a haiku

to...

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