Woman Poems | Examples of Woman Poetry

She walks through the world with a quiet grace, A spark in her eyes, on a sunlit face. Laughter like music, clever and wild, With the soul of a queen and the heart of a child. She hides her light behind a broken smile, Counts her flaws and lives in denial. Not knowing her words could bend the sky, Or that gods...

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My Wonderful Wife Here — the one who bears the fruit of my loins. Here — the cheerleader of my flawed bravado. Here — the bearer of the yoke of my incessant brokenness. Here — the moon that shines, irrespective of the season. Here — the one true bridge between life and death. Here — the one who foils the foul...

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I am a woman, and at dawn, I weave wings of light from threads of dreams, I step on paths of desires, wearing ribbons of living hope in my hair, I wonder how many stories will cling to my dancing steps, How many tears I'll hide beneath words that scatter in deep silences. I am a mother, sister, lover,...

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"It was your dress," they replied Was it? The ripped fabric cried The 5-year-old's laughter silenced that day Couldn't even scream, "I'm just a child," and ran away "It was your shorts," they claimed Was it? The torn seams proclaimed The 10-year-old's dreams shattered, flamed Couldn't even cry, "I'm just a girl," with shame "It was your clothes," they blamed Was it? The cloth...

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You were a poem with bad grammar. I revised you in my mind until your hands almost made sense. You touched me like punctuation— brief, deliberate, never intending to be part of the plot. And I let you, because absence feels cleaner than false presence. Another name in the drawer. Another night I slept skinless. The body is so forgiving when you lie to it beautifully....

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Inspired to write. Right? Rise up Queen ?? Take in the Scene you have everything you need to succeed no more heartbreaking, blood flowing, anxiety filled recollections of the past. Coming into my womanhood letting go of the pain at last?? This is the year I no longer fight the devil on his level. His ceiling is my...

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Concrete dust drifts like sand across a coastal path. An old woman battered with facial features that hung on her face, Disconnected and hanging. She leans forward in her blumonge, waterproof, unwashed nylon flares from Matalan. They ruffle in the wind as she looks out withdrawn onto the A350. Her gaze is muffled by a sheen of...

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No one may ever truly see The storms you hide so silently. But you don’t need their eyes to gleam— You’ll build your crown from every dream. A princess now, a queen you’ll rise, With fire behind your gentle eyes. One day you’ll shine, a blazing star, Your light will heal the hearts afar. ...

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Beyond the place where my mind finds comfort All encompassing what life was meant to be or put effort Else why would I ever want to care? Beyond my selfishness if you weren't there. All I know is that safety was my first clue Expectations became trivial once I knew Beyond your horizon where it starts All the waking...

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If you are disobedient, I will disinherit you. This was said in a mean way with a snotty face. the young woman felt sorry for her mother. her mother's attempts to control her belittled her. I love you Mom, she told her, but not your ways. She resolved to never raise her children like her mother. She raised them far away,...

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a sixties bouffant full skirt on a cotton dress scarlet red lipstick shes queen for a day tall high heels and pearls ideal woman...

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Mei ek naari hun.. Fir Kyun lagti sabko bechari hun? Jawab de dun palat kar agar- Kehlati ahankari hun.. Aur sar jhuka dun, inke liye- Mei sanskari ban jati hun.. Kehte hain- Samaj ka kalyan hoga Agar mei shashakt hun.. Jab aasman simit Krna ho Fir udna sikhate h kyun? Shaam der se ghar chal dun agar- Hath se nikal jati hun.. Jamaane ke sawalon ka- Mei Jawab de...

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This is one of my very early poems, but I have decided to edit and re-post it. My dream was to be a Jane Austen, Or a Virginia Woolfe, whose “stream Of consciousness” novel rocked the world, Or Kadambari, the muse who inspired The incomparable bard in Bengali Literature. A few fearless women - Debjani, and Gandhari, From...

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Love potion, is so sweet, it comes in many forms, and can make you weak. Love potion, can make you smile, but really it may make you cry. Cry with pain, because it makes you do things that you would never agree to if you had not taken the love potion. Love potion, is tasteless,...

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My old husband, married so many times, making a big giant army with his loves. Loves that must follow all his rules, or he will cause them to feel blue. My old husband, has a way of making everyday a special day, that makes me chuckle, with his attention to detail. My old husband, is such...

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