Female Poems - Poems about Female

In conversation the sounds of her thinking astounds logic rebounds argument confounds rationale knows not bounds there's no reasoning with what she expounds or justification in that which she propounds when all facts fail and reality surrounds her point of view tho' it has zero grounds piled on in mounds with absurdity she compounds adding injury to insult my brain it impounds traps me wraps me saps my energy inducing mental lethargy causing ...

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In hallways hushed with painted lies, They glide like ghosts in silken skin— Their secrets shimmer in their eyes, Too delicate to hold within. Barby Doll smiles with perfect grace, Behind it waits a hungering heart, Each selfie frames a porcelain face While something deeper falls apart. They whisper sharp as winter wind, In circles cold as marbled stone, Each gaze a mirror trimmed in...

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CHINESE FEMALE POETS: ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS Creamy Melons by Chao Luan-Luan translation by Michael R. Burch Scented with talcum, moist with perspiration, like pegs of jade inlaid in a harp, aroused by desire, yet soft as cream, fertile amid a warm mist after my bath, as my lover perfumes them, cups them and plays with them, cool as melons and purple grapes. Life in the Palace by Lady...

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CHINESE FEMALE POETS: ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS Sung to the tune of “I Paint My Lips Red” by an anonymous courtesan or Li Ch’ing-Chao loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch After swinging and kicking lasciviously, I get off to rouge my palms. Like dew on a delicate flower, perspiration soaks my thin dress. A new guest enters and my stockings flop, my hairpins fall out. Pretending embarrassment, I...

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The Song of Magpies by Lady Ho translation by Michael R. Burch The magpies nest on the Southern hill. You set your nets on the Northern hill. The magpies escape, soar free. What good are your nets? When magpies fly free, in pairs, why should they envy phoenixes? Although I’m a lowly woman, why should I envy the Duke of Sung? A Song of White Hair by...

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Galore of buzzfeeding, needling and scamming female hustlers... with a scheming, loving, and enticing guise alive and well seeking gullible guys (once upon a time just like me), who experiences close encounters of masterly baited entrapment on Facebook Messenger and most likely endemic on other social media platforms. My humblest bumblebee apology if nothing but utter milky confusion ensues from legions of double entendres, and puns lobbed...

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pure fiery female in sensual naked skin burns in loving flame...

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I. The night was as thick as melted asphalt when her prehistoric form emerged like a monument in the sand and each egg that descended spiked the air with the scent of birth, sweet, pungent, and female. Drunk with labor, she could not sense the mass of people that surrounded her, the eggs that slid through her rubbery body, or perhaps the knowledge that, in minutes, she would abandon...

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Just another female , complain and wail Fake from bottom to head Talk only and never hears what is said For her ears are for rings And mind full of dead things Can't use brain nor ponder To see someone think is a wonder A woman of no category An average symbol of female derogatory Clean, shine and...

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Female mosquitos live forty-two days Feeding on our blood in brutal mean ways Causing itchy bumps on our tender skin Healthy male mosquitoes die ten days in...

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Happy birthday to you, Hope you have a wonderful and beautiful day I hope blessings fall on to you Like soft rain falls on ground Hope you grow and bloom like the beautiful rose you are Today is your day Tonight is your night Enjoy every moment of it Keep the memories that come with it You are a Queen. Happy...

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You seem a bit too Monday for someone who used to sway with much colour Wake, my dear, the day awaits, And with it comes white shirts the colour of mud and black jeans the colour of white shirts for you to wring and squeeze and wring – it’s a Saturday Pick your shoulders up from the floor, square them to the...

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She came from eden the dark temptress, Left Him behind and went her own way, caught by the demons who back then, soon she joined them and led them astray. They said she was evil with a dark soul, Spawned by the demons beneath the world, Strong was her mind knew what she wanted, No man would control or abuse her Told by...

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A tsunami of presence Love in a nurturing form - Holy and unblemished By the worldly expectations and projections Bound to the earth of nature Synchronised with the tides of the ocean The feminine heartbeat Like the flapping of the effortless wing High on the warm currents of the natural Lifted and sustained By the love of just being The knowledge of truth In the mystery...

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Oh circular scrunchie How are you ? You have been tangled up in women’s hair For far too long Scratching the long curly beads Of millions of youngish females worldwide For decades now Connecting brunettes blondes and redheads alike Protecting the very fabric of femininity Women’s scalps Oh bless you oh scrunchie You are a true survivor A true victor Worthy of many accolades A symbol of...

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