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Feminity Poems - Poems about Feminity


Her Smile
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...

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Categories: feminity, beauty, death, inspirational love,
Form: Free verse
Perfect Beauty
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...

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Categories: feminity, analogy, beauty, body, god,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member Feminity And Attraction
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...

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Categories: feminity, fantasy, humanity, life, nature,
Form: Prose
Where Have All the Ladies Gone
Where have all the ladies gone? They exchanged their dresses for suits and jeans and cut off their hair to be more like men. (But we're not men, nor meant to be them; being manly isn't "freedom".) Where have all the ladies gone? They traded their gentility for boyish masculinity. (But gentle grace is feminine. Why should women act like men?) Where have all the...

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Categories: feminity, perspective, society, woman, women,
Form: I do not know?
Anima: Feminity In Blurriness
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.......

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Categories: feminity, identity, imagery, life, mystery,
Form: Free verse




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