Estrogen Poems | Examples

A Spectacular Flow

Jalapeños popped 
with that french kiss;
You may just have the heat 
to handle me;
Careful, dynamite explodes with a 
single spark.
Savor spicy slowly…

Blood and lust;

Your villainous eyes so vermilion,
possessing the vile light of the macabre.
Ignite me leave your mark,
devour my divergence;
Together we’re fireworks..
Viral infection,
swallow spectacular slowly…

Blood and lust;

So succulent the film of me 
erupting all over your taste buds; 
estrogen and endorphins,
testosterone and dopamine;
Carolina reaper’s bass line,
we just raised the bar;
set to scald each others mouth..

A spectacular flow,
blood and lust.

C H I

        C H I is the placeholder of your W I L L embarked
REALIZED unto R E S O L V E
                  RESOLVE to ignite DESIRE's S P A R K
MEDITATION on the P A S S I O N
                                  Solves :
DEDICATION of the F A S H I O N
Z O N E of ESTROGEN, TESTOSTERONE, ADRENAL- 
        ENDORPHIN-PINEAL-P R O D U C T I O N
The P I N E A L-control of the G L A N D S 
                          in poetic ORGAN
               J O Y of B E L I E F
As O N E at H A N D

Matte Pissed

She’s a thrown compact 
shattering a vase;
She is the flower 
that is still standing;
Perfect matte lipstick;

Targeted wall, 
it cannot hide;
A foaming pout,
feminine rage;

Fire flashes;
Estrogen,
no factor;

You’re rude,
now she’s 

pissed.

Testosterone

When it comes to aging and our hormones, I'd like to discuss
that big one, testosterone.
Estrogen will dry up as a woman's body ages.
Could she now be entering her testosterone stages?
I'll be a little blunt and I hope you don't think me callus.
Do women need to try some viagra or cialis?
Women pay their taxes and in God we trust,
so why isn't any one marketing to us?

Who Am I

I am a woman created in the image of God.
    I was created to walk beside Adam, 
    And never to beneath him.
    God created me special, different from a man.
    He made me who I am.

    I have a uterus that keeps a baby safe. 
    Every month I released my eggs and bleed.
    One special quality a man does not need.
    In my womb life grows,
    After a man’s sperm, penetrated my ovum.
    My babies nestled against my breast, 
    When they needed milk, love, and rest.
 
    I have a  and not a ,
   And it makes me different from Adam.
   My voice does not break during puberty.
   My body releases more estrogen, 
   To help me develop into a woman.
 
     I am a woman different from a man
      God created me who I am.

Modernity

Modern artificiality:
    The woman becomes a clone,
    carved throughout.
     Estrogen turns to silicone,
       art abounds...

Artificiality

Modern artificiality:
    Man, woman become  clones,
    carved throughout.
     Estrogen turns to silicone,
       art abounds...

Privileged Cultures Afterthought

It feels fascinating
that horny voracious passions
dissipate in the presence of ego-centered fear
of pain and suffering
and ego-defeating loss,
disability and predative performance anxieties,
wounds,
death,
short-term through permanent
degenerating energy,
absence of active hope
for future holistic integrity.

In this time of climate degeneration
fear and cultural distancing need,
frustrated leftbrain dominant
StraightWhiteMale monoculturing horniness
looks culturally privileged like,
sounds prejudicially like,
feels and touches sacred EarthMother like,
smells and multiculturally
creole tastes like

Manic
predative redmeat energy states,
inflamed by unnatural sleep deprivation 
festering fear-and-anger inducing rabidity

Rather than restorative green regenerative justice
passion
for multicolored
trans-generational
testosterone/estrogen
yang/yin
pansexual win/win
inclusive cosmic integrity

Of cooperative green/blue energy
power
EarthPeace compassion

Not quite so red dominant
states of capitalistic
patriarchal egotistic narcissism
and anthropocentrism.

Storm On the Hill

the lavender upon the hill
drifts through my open doors
supple chords of a stormy day
to riffle my hairs to rising

the purple bends my eyes
as it folds but does not snap
against the fit of summer wind

in the temple hands are lifted
to join trees murmur of concern
safe passage from this world
not always one of choice

a thunder claps inside my womb 
echos of an unfinished harvest
sending me to sit within the heath
surrounded by tempest song

i’m held tight in bended arms
buffeted by testosterone
loved by mother’s estrogen
the lavender will survive this day
…until the summer cutting

with blessings, so will i

Miss So and So

She’s so neg neurodegenerative,
so womb retro Neanderthal

Her backward moving bellow decisions
aren’t thoroughly modern mellow

Got lip kicker high heels
that testosterone neuter kills

Miss So and So
loves to cold-heartedly
iron cast her anvil anger with
dragon breath death blows

She’s so con method constrictive,
so anaconda pocket squeeze avarice addictive

Those boa belly estrogen rolls
always take their masculine squeal toll

Her every hip sway diamondback pulse suggestion
is cobra hardwired for a vow recoil bosom confession

Miss No Good So and So
is a sultry eyelash she-devil
Delivering a bottomless pit of insomnia pain
everywhere she pillow goes

Single

Throughly washed off all her sweat from my bed
And wondered why she left as if everything's said
I've considered how I became so easy to ignore
And why she chose to turn from angel to  for
You give your trust for bits of love and friendship
And your lover dismisses your kisses and ends it
Crushing you then with an endless questioning
I remember and want to dismember her estrogen
But I'm supressing testosterone, ingesting the pain
Writing spiteful and suicidial, now my letters remain
I'm trying to weather the shame of falling for traps
In a mask, looking forward to when its all in the past
She caused the collapse of my frail unstable world
She's no class above me and I never failed at girls
She didn't have a way with words or a great talent
She's trained to stay calous and remain ballanced
This isn't blame, just wished she explained her half
But she'd given in to ignorance of hurting my heart ..

Estrogen Cup 2019

Twenty two uniformed nymphs
panting across an emerald lawn
kicking the skin off little white balls- 
National pride and pearly posts
red cards flashing,everyone moans-
Sweaty shirts and tender thighs ripple
dreaming of holding a shiny phallic symbol-

Amidst this maelstrom of estrogen
the tally becomes quite insignificant.

Happy Jack

Guess who??? yup... it's Happy Jack coming your way
Can't keep a good man down, heard somebody say
Taking estrogen pills
To reduce my female ills
And help with my hot flashes and irritability each day

Retinal Lethal

Killer jeans ... 
sidewalk recombinant retinal lethal
Hazardous faded denim optics
Mahogany bombshell — 
moving target  drop-dead beautiful

Double helix ... 
T-virus (Tantalizing) traffic stop double take
Gazelle graceful mitotic movement 
cause pedestrian pause,
magnetic gawk gyroscopic directional

DNA dynamite dynamics ... 
(Double-digit Numerical Anomaly)
Short fuse strutting,
sashay fireworks  ...  body comely 

A chromosomal figure eight 10,
estrogen silver bullet sight no-brainer
Steely sizzle vision ,
	   sultry slow-motion ...
 		           smoking hot chamber

A DNA pristine, walking dream — 
The perfect fit
in a faded pair of twin coarse twill

Fatal attraction struck a coroner pose,
when my hazel eyes told her
that she could do whatever she will 

Dyed denim genetics,
chromosomal femme fatale optical 
Twas crosswalk balk retinal lethal

Bright rainbow aurora halo
yielded a flatline squint,
at the changing of a traffic light

Pedestrian aorta revival ...
it wasn’t pulmonary pulse optional,
at the DNA eye-sighting 
of glow retinal drop-dead beautiful

Indie Anna Jones

Foxy ponytail got a sharp tongue,
her pretty jade eyes blink-blink lashes 
really cut to the chase

Keep the skirt hounds on the run,
obsession scent spur their mad dashes
Her pause give ‘em all a digital trail erase

She cracks the estrogen whip ...
let cheeky fools taste the pointed quip,
if they don’t mane macho lying back down

Amelia Earhart flygirl cool attitude, 
soaring pioneer spirit     air-to-ground
Indie Anna Jones'  outback boots 
love kicking the salty sea dogs around

Never yet met a man to meet her match;
to strike her fire
with a sincere,  fingertip touch

Self-reliant souls   are the hardest catch,
free space desire
oxygenate a bonding kiss rush

Indie Anna Jones
is looking for the next archeology dig site 
to soul carbon date

So dust off the adventurous bones,
have a hopeful heart that’s gonna do right
And you just Dr. Feelgood might
be her perfect mate

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