Feminine Poems - Poems about Feminine

They said she imagined it– that flicker in her spine, like a vow whispered between the bones, a hush older than memory. no temple, no mantra, no saint's breath on her shoulder– just a silence that split her softly like dawn splits shadow. something rose– not seen, but felt, like a secret carried from life to life, finally unfolding. it wasn't light, not yet it was heat that knew her name. each...

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7 O I C @ L E D in my spine ...

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after still I Rise by Maya Angelou They said, "too loud, too wild, too much"— so she learned to burn with a softer touch. But thunder lived behind her face, and silence wore her fiercest grace. They carved her worth in smaller space, then crowned it "grace" to know her place. But she was made of deeper things— not ribbons,...

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They locked her in a box of gold, with chains that shimmered, stories told. "Stay pretty,  still–don't ask for more, The fire in you? Just folklore". she smiled like myths were make–believe, But hid a flame beneath her sleeve. each breath she took was kindling slow, A furnace marked in ash and glow. The saw her feathers, red and bright, But...

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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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She blooms in still air, where no footsteps dare to pass— a shadow in light, veiled in modesty and grace, unclaimed by trembling hearts. ________________________________________________________________ Author’s Note: This tanka captures the essence of a woman who remains untouched and unseen—not because she lacks beauty or worth, but because she exists in a realm beyond fear and superficial desire. Like a bloom in...

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Mystic dancer in the firelight, spinning, swirling as her soul takes flight, chasing spirits on an astral plane and catching them to call by name. Perspiration beads on her skin, arms spread like wings of her peregrine, bracelets jingle and scatter light and she dances late into the night. Drummers beat out a strong tattoo, her tempo quickens, her heartbeat too, as visions spiral around...

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LAO TZU ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS III The Valley Spirit by Lao Tzu, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch The valley Spirit never runs dry, the river to whom all waters run: the Spirit of our Primal Mother. Deeply rooting Heaven and Earth, to most eyes a delicate veil dimly seen, yet a never-failing Fountainhead. Adhere to the Feminine by Lao Tzu, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R....

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Demigirl Definition A space between Androgyny and conventional binaries of female identity A gender not recognized by mainstream policies And subjected to the far corners of the Q+ community Act 1: Physicality I am a tangled mess of tree limbs With coils blessed by God Skin, a milky chocolate brown I trace the bumps around my knuckles My fingers map out the uncharted waves...

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"My Queen, My Peace" In you, I find my steady ground, where silence sings, where peace is found. Not just a flame that burns and dies, but warmth that lingers, steady, wise. You walk with grace, a queen, so true, who knows the strength in all you do. With hands...

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A mother to you, a son to me, sucking the life out of my bosom and weep in disgust when it's saggy. Men love a tempting hole to fit in, to dissolve seeds of bliss and then chymic wring it barren of faith. They carve open doors in me and call it a home. women love a alchemist man ,...

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Modesty is not Dresses and scarves But action and thought Gentle and measured. I wear a satin scrunchie On my wrist, it reminds me I am fearfully and wonderfully made. There is strength in softness I do not hide the beauty of femininity. As my scrunchie is kind to my skin, So am I in word and action. I refrain from idle gossip And do not speak...

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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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Her mannerisms personality HER talk HER walk The way SHE MOVES! That's the Beginning of FALLING for HER.... VOICE! The mildness of it. Even when that musical instrument rises higher . HER WAYZ AMAZE! This IS WOMAN-- THE FEMININE MYSTIQUE!...

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