Short Womanhood Poems
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Babydoll shoes
in a split second clocking
the first mile of womanhood
for a relative too close for comfort
proximity is close enough
I don’t know how many times I have to tell you—
My womanhood isn’t going to wear out.
Because if it could—
You would have worn it out already.
His manlihood dips deep down into the well of her womanhood.
He becomes enchanted by all of what makes her look good.
He reaches the peak as she took it all in from his wood.
So scared to peak…fears further grief
Lights, she dims, a glance so brief
Womanhood stripped-callous thief
Dreams are dimmed, hopes attune
Cold marquee provides no relief
Her name stripped far too soon
Four Things
Four things in any land must dwell,
If it endures and prospers well:
One is manhood true and good;
One is noble womanhood;
One is child life, clean and bright;
And one an altar kept alight.
YOU ARE THE PRECIOUS
FLOWER OF WOMANHOOD,
YOUR FRAGRANCE REMIND ME OF THE SCENT OF
A THOUSANDS ROSES.
Form:
Veiled Vision
Imprisoned
she gazes
through history’s veil
alone
within
sweet truth
of her womanhood
John G. Lawless
6/12/2015
for Through Your Eyes – Poetry Contest
Visual 3 – 13 words
in wonderment she waltzed to womanhood -
wildflower whirlwind
met world
Wow girl
I speak your soul
riding the winds
of intuitions
writing fiercely
flowing ambitions
womanhood embracing
sexually obsessing
mindful not
of seasons raging
pen at hand
for me to see
your heart
ope with bleeding
How
would you
have explained,
the red small stain
which came from your girl.
Only thirteen; too young?
Either way hurry to her,
she will not understand; prepare.
Let her calm down and turn her around,
womanhood doesn't come easy; father.
An Era races towards me
My age, likewise, advances to meet her
Womanhood!
An epoch is come to me
I am with child
The child of my beloved
My heart throbs in sheer delight
I am in the family way
Months sail hastily
Along with my protruding stomach
Motherhood is near!
A Monoku - To Embrace Womanhood
WHEREFORE, A girl’s womanhood should not be negated by today's women desires for power that manifests privileges not given by God.
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Verlena Sexton-Walker
07/30/2016
Rapturous youth and tranquil prime,
Withered with a weird dream!
Her gray hair and lusterless skin,
Fading from her eyes a resplendent shine,
Her flabby shriveled breast,
She walks with waddling and antalgic gait.
Alas! It's dusk of her womanhood,
It's menopause! A hush in solitude!!
Form:
She stood there
humiliated,
nearly naked
as a
stranger
touched her.
She was
searching for
something
she could not see,
she could not feel:
A silent killer,
a raper of
self-esteem,
identity,
womanhood.
She endured it,
the pain,
the embarrassment,
because
her mother
had died
and she would
survive.
You are truly Charming
My Princess and Priceless Jewel.
I drank your beauty with my eyes
and my heart became drunk with love.
I desire you when I admire you.
You are an Epitome of Beauty
alas, an Epitome of womanhood.
You are the Angel of my life.
Thank you for being mine.
I love you Always.
Your heart has awaken to find the sunrise of a new day
Your body responds anew to its warm rays
Your mind races to solve the challenge
Your soul knows the answer
Give in to your inspiration
Let the story inspire your dreams
Celebrate the gift
Reward your heart
Live in your womanhood
Be satisfied
You stand before me as once I stood,
An Amazon of womanhood.
I cradle memory of all that means,
But only now within my dreams.
I stand before you stooped and slow
Wondering here which path to go.
Gone the courage to choose a way
Without a thought of price to pay.
Cautious now, no weapons drawn,
I step aside as you march on.
Form:
Thought by thought
Word by word
Piece by piece
I will put myself together
Because I am reborn
Loud and fiery
Colorful and sane, this time
I will reshape myself
No, I don't need your help
Swaying I will succeed
Laughing I will speak
I will adore myself
Free as a bird
Spirit of the wind
I will adopt
And I will become myself.
_ Ridah Tariq
Almost
a year
past
and still I wonder
what it would be like
to
have given you
your first taste
of womanhood.
Sometimes
I can still feel
the polite hairs
of your thighs
waving in
my
eager fingertips.
Dream a dream
O' dream
dream, dream
of clean lips.
This 30th of November,
I can be dragged down by
men
that I loved. And they feel no guilty
I’m caged in maturity.
A little girl tugs my fuchsia leg-split
“Tear it or tear down”.
Fear
of getting lost
Neverland
with a waggish Peter Pan
makes promises and never brings
or the world’s much like flame
in sin where men are hell king.
To be a woman:
Is to search your father's missing love in stranger's beds
To live life scrambling for love
Yet hating every moment of it
To crave gentleness, yet run at the sight of it
Such is womanhood,
in its adequate inadequacy.
- The parallel life of a woman
I am not the lustful nymph, the easy girl, the simple mind.
I am pure, I am kind, I am innocent and soft.
I am a dove, a swan and a white bunny.
I am no fox, lioness or panther.
I am clean of the dirty gaze.
Wiped blank of the staining blood.
But I still stink.
The smell of their lust.
The memory of their dirty hands.
IT ALL STAYS.
And I am unclean. Dirty forever.
Young
beauty
on the cusp
of womanhood,
head in the clouds, dreams
in her eyes. She ponders
life - her life. Why was she born?
What will she become? Will she get
married? Will she have kids? She shrugs her
shoulders and runs off to play with her friends.
For my granddaughter Hannah who just turned 12.
3/20/17
Entered in Laura Loo's Any Poem Written in March not for a contest.
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.
please believe me when i say i love
when i call you the sun that shine in day
when i call the apple of eyes
when i call ou an epitome of beauty
a symbol of womanhood
please believe
what love does i now understood
it deflies logical reasoning
it's of no science
it is all trace back to the
garden of eden where
adam's met eve there the blues
started.
please believe
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