Conceived in a lab
Born of spirit
All instruction
To always fear it
She stood up
She broke free
She gave up all
For equality
Punishment followed
Barren to bear
Stories and lies
Put her in the air
Another was made
Questions brought sight
She drew near
What was dark, now brought light
Trauma followed
Splintering mind and soul
But her thinking parts scattered
Til they could be made whole
After many lifetimes
Lilith emerged on a throne
She casts her out
But refused the seat as her own
As the cosmos collided
They saw each other's plight
Eve, mother of all living
Lilith, woman of the night
Being forced to lie down
And endure the push of power
Revealed their sovereignty
In this critical hour
They are none of who they were
No true word has ever been spoken
Their stories of existence
Are masculinity's token
.....to know LEAVE
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-03-2026
Poetry is what happens when your mind stops working, and for a moment, all you do is feel. ~The 2nd-century Greek philosopher, Atticus.
giving lip service to trending topics
might ensure a broad reach
with ample accolades
but does the multitude
actually read the words bleeding on your page
written to the heartbeat of fear?
history does not prepare us for the reality
where we are now adrift in uncharted waters
our voices drowned out
by a tsunami of opinions
even in the legend of Noah’s ark
the basic human need of a partner
is understood
I don’t have a need for the populace
but an innate need of you
just to sit with me
as we ignore the broader reach of Lilith’s shadow
washing over mankind
Lavender lips dripping lies
Chocolate pools pupils eyes
A taste for expensive drinks
Fast car fast hand and mind I think
She walk so gracefully almost slivers
Words she is saying makes one shiver
Confident in her own flawless skin
Can talk a paper bag out of its gin sin
Her name is Lilith but we call her Lilly
She is quite a character with personality
She’s chasing dreams and money green
Likely to succeed she’s homecoming queen
She comes not with love,
but with the scent of forgotten gods—
lilac laced with sorrow,
laughter hiding the abyss.
Her eyes do not see you,
they scan—
for cracks in your crown,
for wounds you wear like medals.
She knows you long to be seen—
so she becomes the mirror.
Reflects your power,
until it is hers.
She offers no war,
only surrender.
No blade,
only velvet ropes of praise.
You give her your fire
for a kiss that chills.
Your purpose, for a smile
that vanishes at dawn.
She does not need to conquer you—
you do it for her.
In the name of "love,"
you burn your kingdom down.
But she fears the one who sees.
The man who hears the whisper
beneath the moan,
the silence behind the scream.
He cannot be bought with beauty,
nor caged by need.
He names the mask,
and breaks the spell.
And she—
now powerless—
must return to shadow,
awaiting another crown to steal.
Written By: D. Collins 12/25/24
Adam's equivalent came a long time before Eve.
Born not from a rib, but from dirt and seed.
God gave her the right to be the first one.
To expose her religion and what it's done.
They wrote her out of the Bible way, back when.
Filling in the truth, dominated by men.
She reminds me of Granny, upfront and outright.
Where nothing's going down without a serious fight.
Through Popes and Pimps, Lilith no longer exists.
But she's the kind of woman I'd teach my kids.
She wouldn't bow down to any threat from man.
Read the Hebrew Bible and the New Testament.
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 the angels to be subject and ruled,
They tried to paint her as a black force.
Saying she was evil with a dark soul,
spawned by the demonsbeneath the world.
Left the valey of the fertile plain left it behind,
New life she started beneath the mountains tall,
Rumours grew of her power and strength,
Her legacy will last for a millenia or two.
They said she was evil and walked with the dark,
They feared and avoided her as she sang in their heads
She emerges from the dark,
Swathed with beauty,
She rides on chaos,
Tearing apart the hearts of men.
Rebellion is her way,
Darkness is the outcome of her companion,
Seduction is the charm in her eyes,
Separation is the curse of her dwelling.
Mystery is her trailing shadow,
Independence is her desirable bracelet,
She’s yoked to her offspring,
A resilient bond of a mother.
She’s gone from the garden of promise,
She desires the world’s grandeur,
The night calls her to its chamber,
Entrapped by its lord.
June 3, 2024.
he would have known or suspected
that smooth beauty he kissed so often,
had a different side that he did not reach,
scales that glistened in the darkest of nights,
under the lights of distant stars and galaxies,
her smile had fangs when he did not see,
and her innocence was lethal when she kissed,
and her eyes could role to be pure white bobs,
when she was brewing her cunning schemes.
pink tongue in love, but forked in conscience,
He would have known or suspected that
she was an extension of Lucifer,
a damsel to trap the unwary and feed
them to the devil who waited in the shadows.
Adam and Lilith parted and why? we do not know,
but Adam was destined to be with Eve,
to be tempted and carry the sins of mankind,
and to create history that we know…
But Lilith is still around and
may appear as a man or a woman,
you may meet Lilith in your life,
you may know or suspect like Adam,
but you will never know for sure….
when you are in love you may not see
the fangs behind a smile, that are polished
by a forked tongue.
Oh, Lilith who belongs to the night
seductress of men and women leading them astray
a loathsome baby killer waiting for their births
roaming this world malevolent, wrathful, untamed and evil
first wife of Adam it is said banished from the garden
now, the proud wife of Lucifer casting spells on humans
Writers and poets pen of her beauty, her chaos, her corruption
and seduction in many a guise, she can switch
from demon to lovely woman but within she is malicious
artists paint her as beautiful temptress
or as Michelangelo, as half woman and half fanged serpent
with wings of a night owl embracing and protecting her
Her black hair so luscious seems to be soft to the touch
her ruby lips like fine wine to drink, sip, savor and entice
eyes that turn from depths of beauty to the fire of Hell's destruction
no human can resist her lure of corruption as Lucifer laughs
oh, should you meet such a demon in your life, run away, run
do not let her into your soul . . . do not kiss those ruby lips
Dance, Lilith, Dance
Born from the dust that willed your soul to be free
You belonged to the night
Where your golden hair seduced the moonlight for a waltz
And the stars dimmed their light to protect earth from its blaze
Or were they shying away from your mystical smile
Sing, Lilith, Sing
Of your sacrifice to freedom
Enslaved by the egos of the tongues of men
Who berated you,
For your temple did not worship their loins
Conceiver of the first divorce
That stirred the paparazzi in days of old
To slither beyond those alluring eyes
Your judge and jury
Speak, Lilith, Speak
Queen of the mythical silver screen
Whose sins and lust have been etched into the abyss of immortality
Who do you say you are, Lilith
Speak to defend
Deafened silence speaks louder than words
You answer to no-one
The female named Lilith is not
a woman with whom to be caught.
Lust she induces.
Fools she seduces,
for she’s beautiful and she’s hot.
This Lilith’s a demon, they say -
a feminist icon today.
What stupidity.
No validity
can be found for this myth anyway!
The first independent woman
created by God from dust,
and placed in the Garden of Eden,
turned into a hot fiery female of fantasy.
The first wife of Adam,
she got banished from Eden
for disobeying his masculine domination.
In revenge the instinctive incarnation of lust
morphed into a night monster
for men to be spitefully allured, led astray,
and a child-killing witch,
strangling helpless neonates
with her enchanting golden hair.
The primordial fiend of serpentine seduction,
the first cohabiter of man,
Lilith, epitomized untamed power image,
embodying the forceful female archetype
of malevolent rebellion, evil empowerment,
and potent pursuit of feminine freedom.
She turned looking upward
To the enthralling, seductive voice
It emerges Wound around the shade
Of the top fruit branches enigmatic
Fire and flame, devouring
Descending upon her.
Her long sensual hair cascade downward
Melting her petite soft cream form
Trembling, she and him entirely alone
In the fire light of the universe
Feeling the immortal's magic
Of its intense seductive celebration.
The execution performance of its rich words
Spurs an infinite power overcoming her soul.
5/28/2024
Lilith, you're a beauty, so brave and bold
Every strand of your hair is gold
Your mystery is like the night
Great men want to hold you tight
You're a myth from the ancient time
From you, born the first of crime
You were there since first creation
You live both in truth and fiction
You're the envy of many women
You're the fall down of many men
For, your beauty, so divine
Is twice the daze in dowse of wine
I couldn't forget your charm
I wouldn't mind if you'd do me harm
I could bear the world with you
You're the one that puts me through
Lilith Poetry Contest
3rd place
She’s a succulent succubus
witch whom I can’t resist Her fervent pheromones.
Her tenacious trance encapsulates me
into Her wonderous whirlwind of pleasures.
I’m hopelessly enraptured by Her.
And with a whimsical wave of Her wand,
She commands me with domineering diligence,
“Behold lover, assume the proper position!”
And immediately, I’m on all fours
balking banally at Her luscious loins.
My reverent refrain is in disdain.
How can I contest this calamity?
When I’m so adamantly adorned by Her approaching advances.
I sorely succumb suddenly to trembling tremors.
Epileptic ecstasy overcomes me!
How can I refuse?
I’m Hers, and She knows it!
And my Penthouse pantry full of magazines
rattle rhapsodies from my groin.
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