Short Feminist Poems
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Hilda Doolittle self-styled 'H D'
showed an ego centred on 'me'
Also an early feminist
happily with Imagism she did persist
Scream
horror, fear
thrilling, exciting, ground-breaking
prey, survivor, feminist, misogyny
calling, chasing, hiding
scary, murderous
legacy
When Heard dared to question her partner,
men suited up in outraged armour.
Battling patriarchy,
this ‘feminist’ malarkey,
makes women prey and men the archer.
The symbolist George Frederick Watts
painted not things but ideas..lots&lots
His second wife Mary believed in art for all
a feminist&suragette ,her political call
Lucretia Mott
The meeker sex, she was not!
At the convention in Seneca Falls
Showed men aren't the only ones with balls!
1/26/19
For Educate Me with Humor contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
May Be What?
Demon
Lost Saint
Seducer
Succubi
Lilith
Misunderstood
Or rightly accused
Feminist
Or murderer
Angel
Or Demon
Maybe
Just hurt
Form:
A white handkerchief
embroidered in lace
concealed a coy smile on
the fair maiden's face
The very first 'feminist'
in her own delicate way...
to view the charms of her smile
men had to do things her way
Woman is everything
that she wants to be...
Controversy,
policy,
militant feminist,
domestic,
teacher,
capitalist,
anarchist...
Anything,
okay !
As long as she doesn't lose
her essence female
and her poetical mind ...!
Who can deny the carnival thrill
Spilling through Great White American hope
To be pleased and teased
Like every adventurous American girl
Unheld by tradition's claim
Paving new paths
On feminist wave
Women in power that flower like tycoons
With nothing to prove
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!
Edna St. Vincent Millay ,American lyrical poet sonneteer and playwright received a Pulitzer Prize & known for her feminist activism (also used the pseudonym Nancy Boyd )for her prose, this particular PS choice today ,lengthy staccato sentenced style might better be so described.
Pretty little missy cupcakes
Butter wouldn't melt
Dances with wolves
In designer moccasin ballet shoes
And push up wonder bra
Ever the feminist
Whiles to be famous
But in reality isn't really a very nice person
Because her beauty is only skin deep
As she is ugly and vacant on the inside
a lot of so called ladies say us men have dirty minds. maybe these ladies have dirtier minds because they're alway's obsessing about how men do. maybe these so called ladies minds aren't dirty enough! (no, i'm not totally anti feminist). I've met so called good girls with bad hearts and I've met bad girls with good hearts.
Breathe i breathless.
Sleeping in a nightmare of unseen loveliness.
Restless in my mind and body.
Through a tunnel of devastating reckoning.
Crying sound of a wounded ostrich.
The echo of a oceanwaves demolishing sea afterlife.
My feminist touches cursed.
His enduring love of a dying poetical.
He dies in his lust of pleasure.
“A wise woman wishes to be no one’s enemy; a wise woman refuses to be anyone’s victim.” - Maya Angelou
The infamous feminist and activist Maya Angelou
She was a powerful force to recon with and to know
Her feminist and civil right beliefs were strongly expressed
As she bravely spoke her mind to try put injustices to rest
A bulging extremity,
a feminist integrity,
a swaggering centipede,
the cops arresting me,
my dick the right size,
the bang coming out of your eye's,
the sensitivity upon demise,
the dew and dripping from the sky's,
the eagerness of eloping,
the magnitude of doping,
the honesty of groping,
scattering scorpions glowing and scoping.
“Hope”
I don’t want to talk to your feminist phase
I don’t want to see you on your bad days
I don’t want to let you know what’s going on
I really want to talk to you on a cell phone
But now I’m trapped, trapped, trapped in a cage
Not filled but in touch with some insidious rage
And I don’t know but I hope
That I can stop this prison **** and being a dope
DILEMMA IS BRUISES,
pain my life,
The story I tell.
Monthly it flows,
Red its colour;
Ache in bones
like poliomyelitis.
Masculine runs from me.
WHY ME?WHY ME??WHY ME???
is my lines of thought.
Oh!can you understand my plight?
how could you?
when you are not a feminist.
BLOOD FLOWS,mental torture.
What a pain,
My love goes through,
During her period.
Form:
Forget being an anarchist
Forget being a feminist
Forget being anti racist
Her body is swaying to the sound of music
A man holds her waist and they dance
His fingers go lower
She swats them away
She walks outside
He finds a new target
A drunk woman kisses her
She pushes her away
She puts her hands in her afro and says
“you are the most beautiful Black girl I have seen”
O' Woman !
You are not some Damsel in Distress ,
And Surely no less than an Empress .
Never Let Patriarchy Wither your Madness,
Isn't it Minute for all the Life and Gladness ?
The time has come to awaken the Inner Goddess in You,
For the Audacity often comes out of the Blue.
Now You are Stronger after Surviving that Storm,
Unleash Your Inner Beast for now is the time to Perform.
I had many teachers like that!!
When I was in college
I had a calculus teacher who talked like Ben Stein
"If you have dry scratchy eyes get Clear Eyes"
and a feminist psych professor that hated men
dissing us with every possible lecture...
Out of fifty students in that class
three were men,
" including me"
we all dropped after three weeks!!!!
Jared Pickett
Asavvy1
9/1/2010
Bake sale for equality
Power to the people
But its true nullity
Its not for all people
"You've heard the complaints...
Now its really happening"
Equality with which you must reacquaint
The irony is saddening
One dollar for man
75¢ for a lady
Aren't we all human
We seem divided lately
Im not a feminist
But i hope you don't mind
Im a humanist
I believe in all of man kind
Everything growing so wild
and faithfully beneath
the sky,
wondering why we are the terrible
part of creation
Yang privileged
to refuse our yin-feminist flowering,
our own more cooperative ownership
and transparently universal management
of yang wants,
diseased not wants,
with, and not against,
yin wealthy yet non-elite
feeling
Now suppressed absence
of healthy resilient
green echoing eco-school
appealing.
He says –
“Your place is in the kitchen,”
I say –
“My place is wherever
my thoughts can reach.
No curtain will confine me,
no wall will surround me.
My words will become swords,
my steps will rewrite history.
I have learned –
to fight without fear,
to live without bowing down,
and to turn dreams into reality.
I am not just a woman,
I am a revolution –
that neither time can halt
nor society’s chains restrain.”
Anita Solanki
Why have you come with emotion in album
Where rose is unlike in pink polished lips of handsome.
Drawn the lines of eyes by kumartuli,s artist.
Its like heaven ferry,as it looks by feminist.
When you laugh,it looks very sweet.
On taste of petal,becomes mad for your sweet heart.
Gentle touch of magic shows sweet face.
Keeps it in my mind, by god,s grace.
Beautiful fragrance of petal,till not fades.
It will not be faded,realize it that no other,s trace.
Saroj Kumar