We walked under the same sky,
but carried different forecasts.
your silence was a sandstorm
and mine a drought.
Yet we mistook our survival
as our strength.
I was parched with waiting
and you were eroded by wind.
World saw our resilience not the cracks.
How I begged for rain or
How you vanished behind gusts.
They said strong woman is "silent"
They said strong man is "violent'.
Neither of us asked for this climate.
But what if one day, we looked up—
and saw that the sun never chose sides.
Categories:
feminity, allegory,
Form: Free verse
Her smile, the softly ringing bells of her laughter, the newly discovered talismans against encroaching death.
The delicate light, faint but growing, that first lit and warmed her own glowing freckled skin, danced in her eyes like the sea in the summer, bounced off the glints of auburn in her hair until she seemed lighted from the inside like a lantern...and as a lantern would, drove the darkest, heaviest shadows from the corners around her.
Oh...this...SHE...is what is meant by the divinity...in feminity. I see. Her face, these eyes, the heavy slope of these breasts. They are the design that completed creation and made it right. They are beauty and joy and life. The curve of this belly, the unafraid openness of this soul that invites and offers rest. It is comfort and it is peace and it is sacred. At once she is the warm home fire that draws me in and the precious marble statue, cool and pristine, blocked off, in my mind, behind proverbial velvet ropes, art, not for hands like mine to touch...
Oh, but I would die of exhaustion, making her smile, keeping her laughing...and humbly watching her gentle, holy light.
Categories:
feminity, beauty, death, inspirational love,
Form: Free verse
Her skin softer than the softest pillow
Whiter than the snow in full light
The best thing you can see during the day
As well as night
Dreamy eyes she has got
The biggest and brightest of them all
As perfect as they can be
Getting lost in them is the best place you can be
Oh the nose
Accurate and precise,
A physicist’s fantasy
The perfect slope you can see
Her cheeks softer than softest cashmere
Red from all the blushing for me
Smooth and flawless
paradigm of serenity
Her eyebrows darker than the darkest trail of them all
With the curves big and small
And a hint of interest for me
I am the happiest of them all
Soft as a feather
Thin as pencil
Red as a rose
Her lips shake me to the core
Her hair trails of graphite
Darker than an abyss
Softer than sunlight
Flailing here and there and giving me fright
Her feminity in the prime
For her lover to embrace
The best one there can be
By God’s grace
Categories:
feminity, analogy, beauty, body, god,
Form: Free verse
Feminity is such a powerful alluring force
Like a magnet that magnetizes and attracts
So sublime captivating and sensually Devine
A bee attracted to a flower
Something so beautiful and appealing
It has driven men to war
Sail mighty ocean
Broken hearts and also made them smile
It's the most fragrant perfume
Euphoric contagious the sweetest poison
The elixir of human nature
The poison of love that elicits
Warm sensations and excitations
A glue that bonds two hearts together
Attract and maintain the species
Just as time began
The inspiration behind symphonic melodies
And songwriters poets artists and musicians
And many movies
A silent language everyone can understand
But it can also be a weapon and a tease
And bring empires to their knees
Condem jealous lovers
And destroy man's savage beast
And some take their lives
It's an urge that never satisfies
A thirst never quenched
It can also be a juicy apple
And a forbidden fruit.
Categories:
feminity, fantasy, humanity, life, nature,
Form: Prose
I am of soft, delicate skinned casing,
Housing an iron, logical facing.
I grant my femininity free reign
To follow dictates of my manlike brain.
My seductive charms can attract a man,
But he may run far once I show my hand.
My quick, mental wit delivered deadpan
Cannot be handled by males with no span.
Only those of equal mental process
Will see my smile and know any access.
Feelings don’t phase my skill to analyze,
Even when I flash my come-hither eyes.
I don’t have masculine strength or muscle,
But in games deductive, I can tussle.
Call me feminine, demure or girly,
Such true adjectives won’t find me surly.
Color my world with sheer lace all pearly,
Just remember my sharp brain is burly.
Categories:
feminity, character, judgement, smart, strength,
Form: Couplet
I'm emotional;
I'm easily excited;
I'm easily irritated....
Sometimes I spend a lot of time
staring at myself at the mirror,
like Narcissus.
Sometimes I crave for attention
whenever I feel neglected.
Sometimes I sense emotions
of the ones close to me....
All these are the feminine part of me,
which you don't easily notice,
for there are many things for you to notice....
Categories:
feminity, identity, imagery, life, mystery,
Form: Free verse