Femininity Poems - Poems about Femininity

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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To You, My Loved Teacher I will never forget you from school, love you. You You walked into the classroom, oh best woman! I have always admired your fantastic femininity Perfect woman. Angelic mermaid. My teacher I love You Secretly My life Are You Loves You Your student ...

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To deny my femininity is to deny a part of me. Those lustful energies were never my own; they were projections of what others assumed about me, shaped by their own speculations. I refuse to accept that narrative because I value myself. Cheap trinkets and misguided expressions of love are beneath me; I deserve more....

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Mysterious Feminine Glimpsed neath the jeweled moonbeams bright Bathed in innocence, grandly framed by light, The Goddess lightly steps through forests dense, Arrives at the River's sparkling vast expanse. She, whose very movement shatters hearts, Whose tender lips can break a man apart, She, whose love can heal a broken nation; Her sovereign glance, a piercing vibration. She fills the sky's unlimited space With...

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Wild eyes of rebellion, She awakens within me. Brings me face to face with forsaken shadow aspects of me. The vows I made I can not, I choose to no longer honor or keep, She has come to help me set my own self free. Welcome, Wild queen , Protector of the wild and green. For lifetimes you have been with me, Twisting...

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I am but a single shuddering whisper trapped beneath the shroud, a lingering fluttering flicker of self indulgent doubt. I am but a small one, an itty bitty insignificant flake of dust, among the sunlight. A little soft, though not soft spoken, a little daft, a wee bit broken, much too hardened, yet, too young to be outspoken instead of “spoken for”...

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What makes an ordinary lady stand out of the moving crowd walking too fast, is her elegance, how she dresses; how her femininity effects others! What you are after is not deception, breaking somebody's heart is evil your intentions are simply noble beyond any realistic perception: you had yours broken and won't tell! Femininity is the noblest...

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What makes an ordinary lady stand out of the moving crowd walking too fast: is her elegance, how she dresses; how her unique attire effects others! What you are after is not deception, breaking somebody's heart is evil; your intentions are simply noble beyond any realistic perception: you had yours broken and won't tell! Femininity is the...

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man of old talking to himself in this run down watering hole not crazy just lonely turns his head and him I know chief of police when I was young put me in jail more than once now he’s nearing the setting sun sitting in a bar getting drunk I can't take it I buy him one he remembers me some things I'd done harmless, really, just "you were a wild one" well, I...

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My queens and heroines, Truly beautiful even when off-screen For it is truly their love with most gleen, Which captivates me, just like sequin. My queens and heroines, So amazing, yet so beyond reach of my means. If only I could see them leave their limousine, But alas I'm less than who deem them as so mean. ...

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The fixedness of certain things exhausts- like my own shadow, this old tree and the sun. I climb out of my dream, Put on my clothes And do not turn back. I still carry the scent of you though- The warming aroma of spices, Juniper and citrus. I sense in me a rare smell of masculine freedom. Behind, I feel your eyes blaze intensely, I...

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(Shakespearean sonnet form: ABAB CDCD EFEF GG) If there exists in your vicinity, Presence of Toxic Masculinity Give many thanks to your divinity For this male fortunate proximity. T’was men created engines, made the wheel. Now look around, and all that you can see Was made by toxic men who smelted steel And conceived by male creativity. You’ll find Ms. Curie heads a tiny...

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My womb protects me, envelops me. The curves along my waist, breasts, stomach, all value is derived only through extremes, never from ones being. It isn't and will never be enough to be average, to be mediocre, to be. Instead, the individual is then morphed into the epitome of femininity, postured and perfect, or quickly discarded....

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Walk into a room strong and confident poise is the most invincible weapon; Unequivocally you are competent; Never let the mascara start to run that is what it means to be a woman; Armed with the armor of the perfect dress, camouflage a mess with so much finesse; Chin up shoulders back portray dignity; Transform chaos with...

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Sitting by the edge of her sullen lake Hands around her knees Holding on to her worldly dreams She dips her toes to test what was to become Drawn like flesh to bone The water wakened her senses This girl-to-woman burst within her Filled with gumption Laughingly she tossed her curls Behind her shoulders Jumped wholeheartedly Then plunged into the icy waters She wanted to swim To feel...

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