Empowerment Poems - Poems about Empowerment

He says – “Your place is in the kitchen,” I say – “My place is wherever my thoughts can reach. No curtain will confine me, no wall will surround me. My words will become swords, my steps will rewrite history. I have learned – to fight without fear, to live without bowing down, and to turn dreams into reality. I am not just a woman, I am a revolution...

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After mind hug, I was waiting in the dark — warm as the kiss you never gave me. Time didn’t stop, but I did — right where you left me. Even angels were bored. We ran out of time. I still whisper your name like a secret line. Don’t walk away — I’m already faded into you. All the versions of us burning out in other galaxies. I loved you...

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They said she loved only one man — that’s how the old song goes. But the truth? It was a tree — no metaphor, no myth. A real one: knotted, gnarled, older than shame itself. She found it when her heart was still raw from trying, and men were hollow bells, rung too many times. So she tended it, whispered to it, sang into its bark with a voice no...

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Who am I, anyway? I wear the mask of many faces. I speak, read, and understand— sometimes with words, sometimes telepathy. My voice changes with my face. I just need a witness. Attuned to me, I become every language you know, but I do not know the geography of my own soul. I dare not look at my face. It is a drama mask— sometimes surgical,...

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I dreamed a song — hush tones and haunted chords. A woman loved once, and it grew into a tree. She watered it with years, fed it her voice, slept beneath it, called the silence love. And in the final verse, she hung herself in its...

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She Does Not Chase Light She does not chase light. She is the myth the men forgot to write. The goddess of the long, slow burn — hips like prophecy, voice like a key dropped in honey. She doesn’t beg for warmth. She remembers the fire. She is not the muse. She is...

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Women — we are the fault lines of the world. Every shudder, every quake, every heartbreak — we hold it. We turn pain into knowing. We carry weight like it’s woven into us. We feel everything, everywhere, eternally. We are tuning forks for feeling, diviners of grief, antennae tuned to ache — drawn to the buried, the overlooked, the lost loves still pulsing under skin. We are sacred dowsing rods. We find water...

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Cruelty wears a crown in a cloaked place, cold-blooded grins behind mirrored faces. Remorse walks the halls bartering tattle while I fracture. They crowned me in shame, but within a queen still rises. They buried me in a fire of hell, But like ash-gray smoke, I rise and swell. I am the silence of the crown, gone through ups and downs stumbled in...

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In halls where silence speaks louder than words, I stand, a beacon amidst the unseen. Their gazes, sharp as unspoken swords, Pierce through the facade, where I've always been. Once, my voice resonated with pride, Now, it's drowned by murmurs and disdain. Yet, I endure, with dignity as my guide, In a place where respect is hard to attain. But within me, a...

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"It was your dress," they replied Was it? The ripped fabric cried The 5-year-old's laughter silenced that day Couldn't even scream, "I'm just a child," and ran away "It was your shorts," they claimed Was it? The torn seams proclaimed The 10-year-old's dreams shattered, flamed Couldn't even cry, "I'm just a girl," with shame "It was your clothes," they blamed Was it? The cloth...

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"It was your dress," they replied Was it? The ripped fabric cried The 5-year-old's laughter silenced that day Couldn't even scream, "I'm just a child," and ran away "It was your shorts," they claimed Was it? The torn seams proclaimed The 10-year-old's dreams shattered, flamed Couldn't even cry, "I'm just a girl," with shame "It was your clothes," they blamed Was it? The cloth...

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O raja reigning is the light of all lights electric rays beaming oscillating waves I embody my spirit in a physical form I kindly request her divinity to roam beseeching with contrition She begins to uncoil at my very core, sonorous hissing ensues as she journeys thru she breaches my walls of defiance as she performs her purification ridding...

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They told her, "Words are just air". But air can bruise, and silence can tear. She learned to bleed in quiet tones, Each syllable a crack in bones. They carved her name in crooked lies, They laughed when truth leaked from her eyes. Words were chains that held her tight, sweet on tongues, but edged with bite. They dressed...

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I know that silence you hold in your chest, The scream behind smiles, the ache in your rest. Where love means walking a thin wire line, And his “I’m sorry” feels like a red warning sign. I know all the lies and the secrets you hide— what would they say if the truth got outside? You map every bruise like it’s...

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She blooms alone where silence holds the sky, A tender grace no daring soul has known. Her gaze is soft, her head is held so high— A queen within a quiet world, enthroned. No boastful light, no cry for passing praise, She walks beneath the noise, untouched, serene. Her modest charm outshines the sun’s bold rays, Yet fear keeps hearts from where...

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