Other Woman Poems | Examples
These Other Woman poems are examples of Woman poems about Other. These are the best examples of Woman Other poems written by international poets.
Uptown girl living the dream
She gets dolled up on saturday night
anticipating date all week long
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
She feels like standing in a room full of water.
Chasing bigger dreams like her windows can`t open any wider.
Failer comes when her winds blow in that quarter.
When she`s afraid of her purpose,
Success becomes the tallest order.
So she can`t imagine why we`d wish each other the same slaughter.
The knife of doubt invades passion like it has no border,
Suppose it is worse when you are the only daughter.
Jealous is my God, who wants me in submission, only giving our love and attention to his plan.
Jealous is my God, who told us of the punishment to us and our descendants.
Jealous is my God, that leads me through this life, with signs from above that light my path.
Jealous is my God, that has a plan, that makes me pray to see the plan clear.
Jealous is my God, that wants no other God before him, he told us that he is number one.
Jealous is my God, of his people, who wants us to have no one before him.
Jealous is my God, that told us with his prophets, that anything that leads us astray is from the opposer, the one that wants to separate us from life, and make us stay forever in the dark.
Jealous is my God, that made us from his image, that wants us to love and be kind to one another.
Jealous is my God, that sent his son, to lead us to forever life, by making a path for us home.
Jealous is my God, that loves us so much, that he created us to be his family for life.
Lifting prayers to God, for love and life and beyond.
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe
She had so many children, she didn't know what to do
So, she tied up some children with her shoelaces
Even the boy who wore his leg braces
She put them all down, in the cellar with no light
And chopped off the head of one child every night
The mean old woman was cold and bereft
She killed them all till there was one child left
It was the boy with the braces; he watched all the kids die
But for some scary mannered reason- the boy didn't cry
He found the unlucky old woman; tucked in her bed
Then he beat her with his shoe; made sure she was dead
When he knew she was dead, 'He -sat with a smile-
And shouted out loud!!
"I'm Satan, It's Been Me... all this while"
Consent.
Break it and your punished
Usually,
That's how the story goes
That's the way it's supposed to go
The hippocratic oath.
Ethics. Principles. Confidentiality.
A promise. A vow. A pledge
Beyond race
Beyond gender
Beyond sexuality
An oath against inequality
That's how it is to be taken
That how its supposed to be took
But what if?
What if those blinded by power decide to change the rules?
To abuse their privilege with different tools
An excuse used - for the greater good?
Or naybe it's just a clinical way to own black people
Henrietta Lacks.
A woman. A human. A black person.
Hidden by a history of white erasure
The story of her life hidden in invisible ink
They didn't see her as anything other than a toy to play with
As a body to experiment with
It wasn't that she was silenced
It was more that she went unheard
Her voice was a ghost they ignored
At her most vulnerable they stole Something that was hers
Something she had the right to preserve
Her cells
Stolen from the place they called home
Observed
By doctors
Who only saw her as a catalyst for research
With one breast
you nursed him, Amazon.
The other, cut away,
to aim at males.
The hours passed
with bated breath,
listening to your moans.
As you fed,
you killed,
and for another prey
you hoisted your sails.
You carried him in a sling
and went hunting.
One day, on a boat in the river,
you laid him down
and sailed far away.
With one breast
you nursed him, one-breasted—
and he became a man,
Sovereign of One,
with corrupted ideals.
He told me all is fair in war, that he studied all of our wars.
That when they take over, everything will belong to them.
He told me, when a new culture of government takes over they instill all of their laws and cultures, making all the old ones cancelled.
All is fair in war he said, so the real thought I said is when will this happen.
Is it done by population, by birth rate, by wealth, by some other type of war that is not in sight.
All is fair in war he said, makes me think of God, when he said multiply and dominate the earth.
Is it true that the one that has the most, has the most power, are larger families more able to control and dominate.
All is fair in war, is an interesting discussion, leads me to make many presumptions.
Reminds me of the days of plunder, when they enslaved all the people when the winner conquered the target.
Are family growth and culture and nation, are all related to war and domination.
Lifting prayers to God, for today and always.
Trying to make some sense of it all
but ready to begin
my exit from this fated tryst
with baggage worn and thin
One last goodbye is all I leave
for you and you alone
who held me through the darkest nights
— my home away from home
(Villanova University: July, 2025)
She is as fleeting as the koi
twice as skittish
delicate and pretty
life has burned her
a naturalist, who loves Thoreau
a poet, who enjoys Coleridge
She dreams in color
a woman who has been hurt
To approach her, you must be subtle
honesty is the quality she must see at all costs
if you try to approach any other way
she will shut you out like the others
One day a few years back I met this woman, that I wasn't sure of is she better than me. One thing for sure is we had been raised and lived life's completely opposite. But I began to listen to talk and to laugh with her. As if we new one another all of our life. Friendship without a doubt since that day on. It grew and it grew like we'd known each other our entire lives.We learned a lot mostly shares some very deep stories all of which were true. God had to put you in my path of life because he knew I'd love you. I remember asking you how you woke up every day and smile through it all you told me then , because we have to, The love of your life has passed he told you to ( be sweet ) you told me to suck it up buttercup. As I sit here and watch you fight for your life and giving it all you have shows me how strong you are. I knew that anyway . But I know the strength of a woman that is you. Nap time is over if you're trying to show me something you have that's never give up never think I'm not worthy, but I only thought I was a strong person until I met you. Your strength and support, Dear friend of mine wake up now please I still need you. I love you.
"Magdalenes and Eves"
Pin the tale on the donkey
there’s something in the way She moves
a harlot by any other name, pages of
Magdalenes and Eves
the ruin of every good world of righteous man
opened doors and gates to new universal territories
before and always will
and freedom was still kept tight
before the flood birthed doves and peace
She stood for what She was worth
bartered, maligned and misunderstood
but a vessel just the same as a floating ark
the screams of newborns doused in innocence
quiet all the senseless noise and call forth
the reason for Her thorny existence -
without the harlot there is no life at all;
a rose by any other name
except that;
all Gods are birthed
from a Woman
and that God is found
within the runes
Candide Diderot. ‘25
S-trong
H-earts
E-arnestly
I-nspire
L-iberated
A-nd
H-appy
M-others,
A-s
Y-ou've
S-uccessfully
E-xerted
E-ffort
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Sheilah May See)
The other woman lives inside of you;
I can see her silhouette in your eyes.
Her tendons twist through yours, interwoven,
down through your fingertips, I see her there.
The other woman lives inside of you,
I can hear her hungry heart through your chest
Her whispers bleed like poison through your mind,
echoing in your voice, I hear her there.
The other woman lives inside of you,
I can feel her presence through your body.
Her figure snug beneath your satin skin,
radiating through you, I feel her there.
The other woman lives inside of you,
I can smell her cloying rose upon your skin
Her scent smothered in your tousled brown hair,
absorbed into your flesh, I smell her there.
The other woman lives inside of you,
I can taste her lust when I kiss your lips.
Her secretive tongue in your starving mouth,
That name stuck in your teeth, I taste her there.
The other woman lives inside of you,
and though you assure that she isn’t there,
could she too be capable of sensing
The haunted woman who lives beside you?
He found his maiden in the midst of the battle
Alabaster skin, peach cheeks, azure eyes
She could be a lady-in-waiting or the king’s ward
Or possibly the princess Marguerita herself
Without words, they moved toward each other
She extended her hands; he took them and pledged his protection
I will keep you safe, he told her; knowing he would die to save her
She was demure, polite, and perfect. His dream woman.
Sure as stars shined she stumbled.
Falling.
A fierce lightning rod flickering
wild sparks.
Put the appetite front and center.
Boss map.
Hard hands callused to the bone,
dialed in.
There’s nothing lucky about it.
She fought.