Woman Poems | Examples of Woman Poetry

Honestly; F*ck your "I'm sorry". F*ck your remorse, F*ck your stories. F*ck your use of force. F*ck your attitude, F*ck everything you endorse. F*ck your request for food. F*ck your tone of voice. F*ck your stupid car. F*ck your drink of choice. F*ck your guitar. F*ck anything that'd make you rejoice. F*ck your anger issues. F*ck your screamo sh*t. F*ck your fake tears and sniffles....

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When Bluto began to woo Olive Oil, Popeye was jealous, it made his blood boil. But when his blood pressure, made his skin itch, He cooled Bluto's ardour, and his itch with spinach. 8 / 12 / 2025. ...

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Her eyes shone in the evening light Capturing the magic of the setting sun And releasing their own beauty No, she cannot hide it Nor would she ever want to The power of the heavens and beauty of her heart They combine to create a woman never seen before One of unlimited grace and beauty As well as the strongest spirit of...

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Narcissistic Woman I saw her Egoistic She is nice Magnetic But man-hater I am sorry, her Why there are So many Narcissistic women? God created A man and a woman This is The life Not a Narcissistic woman...

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When winter comes it’s very cold You’re always near for me to hold In the summer when it’s hot Your iced sweet tea sure hits the spot Then fall arrives with blowing leaves Hand in hand walking in the breeze Spring brings beauty and hope in life Just like you my soulmate and wife ...

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Part I The wolf had been knocking at the door Longer than I had realized A young man saw an old man in the mirror It's taken all in stride It's so cold, where did I go? I hadn't noticed the rust on the jailcell bars Until I looked at all the scars I wish I could laugh Because of a whole heart, I...

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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...

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Almost asleep, almost awake, she floats where walls melt like sugar in rain. Her breath becomes wind, her skin becomes sky, her heart becomes all the hearts that ever beat. In this soft place between yes and no, between here and there, she grows larger than any name they gave her. She dreams herself wide as the world, endless...

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songer.co/song/pkxe5d33ackl9jknz4ucezf1 [Verse 1] She walks in slow, like a storm that won’t break, Got eyes like ash and a mouth full of ache, Dressed to kill, in some kind of spell, She’ll kiss your lips, then drag you through hell. [Pre-Chorus] Don’t need your love, don’t want your name, She lights the match and walks through...

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Some say you are the best one, sure have you a try, you got curves that imprison every straight man’s eye. I thought we’d find our own path, to see each other’s worth, but we were just so different that it all felt like work. Both sides of every issue, soon peace and quiet died, sought solace in the bedroom, the sex a pleasant lie. Suppose we...

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I tighten your tie, tighten in your lies, shine your shoes so I can see the real you and hold your eyes to mine in the big blue sky. So I can see inside the hollowness that is you. ...

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If beauty is but skin deep, I prevailed upon her to construe, 'Does it lie in the eye of the beholder or, of the two which one is true?' For we can't judge the book by the cover, with but one look, as what's inside truly counts far much more than that. And tho' to me she bemoaned, 'I am big-boned' I've yet to see...

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she had a flair, a savoir faire sophistication in the air she was chic, sleek and lovable too a perfect lady, my fine aunt Sue...

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I’m a woman who loves love I guess I’m the one who gets all attached too quickly and loves so deeply I want that love that no one can destroy I want the love the Meredith and Derek from Grey’s Anatomy had I know I might be wanting something that doesn’t exist I never said it out loud but...

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Rage. Fury. A constant burning anger. A rage stemmed from generations of those who have come before me An inheritance we have the right to own Something passed through each black child born One that clings to our skin and bones A communal experience we share alone Every time a black child comes home from school Fallen tears from racial slurs Another wave of...

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