Strength Woman Poems | Examples
These Strength Woman poems are examples of Woman poems about Strength. These are the best examples of Woman Strength poems written by international poets.
High Above
Determination Climb
Look and Explore
Courage to try
Showing no Fear
Straight up
Majestic and Mighty
Careful Maneuver
One foot at a time
Desire and Assurance
Strength full of endurance
Leverage to the top
Pausing briefly at stop
Mountain Feat
Not giving into Defeat
Climbing, Climbing with victory on the mind
Until mission is complete
Horizon to see
Mountain and us.
Lady Diamond rose as each new day dawns
In her gentle hands her household yawns
A model once in the camera’s light
Now clothed in the light of Jesus Christ
She served her husband, taught each child
With patient, grace and spirit mild
Two sons, two daughters, hearts held near
Her labor deep, her teaching clear
By day she gave till strength was thin
By night the moon would tuck her in
The birds sang praise when morning came
And heaven blessed her quiet name
God be praised for women who stand
With Proverbs’ 31 wisdom in their hand
All women, God’s beautiful bouquet
With Lady Diamond showing the way
Her beauty is like the strength of Samson:
Uplifted,
This fox has a fiery torch –
I'm not that same young girl I used to be, not anymore.
I'm not even a woman with an old settle to score.
I'm a goddess who is more than how anyone made my heart sore.
Borrowed words, a line from Mary Shelley, Frankenstein:
“Beware, for I am fearless, and therefore, powerful”
I have crumbled mountains, that were once molehills
I have heard the fretful cry of my child, midst thunder
I have missed sleep to hold a sick friend's hand
I have read stories, told imaginary stories, invented games
broken up fights, yelled at games, organized parties
driven miles, decorated cars, made costumes
watched play practice, watched Amateur Night
I have added numbers, multiplied fractions, read paragraphs
taught dancing, thrown baseballs, given advice
I have mended with patches, band aids and words of love
I will walk distances, if I am needed
and I have never learned to say goodbye without tears
I am Woman
My wife was a legal immigrant to the USA
She waited years to receive the OK
Fired from her job in the USSR
She ate only potatoes for a whole year
Stripped of her citizenship, she lived in constant fear
Came here, got four months of rapidly declining public aid
Took ESL, computer courses, babysat – she was truly self-made
Today she’s a high-level business analyst at Blue Cross
And in our happy home ~ the undisputed boss
The woman of the house glances at the clock
Sabbath must be ushered in chic-chac*
Friday eve, hers is the lead role for the People of the Book
Sabbath one minute late, the Queen simply will not brook
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*Transliteration of Hebrew slang for 'right away.'
May we be blessed to give our children three things
as we help them to discover and develop their wings:
The confidence to always know their worth
The strength to chase their dreams…no matter how far
and the ability to understand…
how deeply loved they are.
She had her
daddy's eyes
She had her
Mom's smile.
She had her
grandpa's strength
She had her
Grandma's style.
What a beautiful lady
she would have
turned out to be.
Oh wait a minute,
she did,
that beautiful lady
was me.
he
keeps up
work on her
to twist and bend
to his n a r r a t i v e,
but she's sure ain't rubber.
she's sticking to the just facts.
he tries to control and confuse,
yet all efforts get a failing grade
"you can choke on your manipulation,"
that's what the intrepid lady told him.
she woke up with him on top of her,
and she does know he spiked her drink
first, he begs her not to tell,
now denies he raped her;
that's a grave mistake;
there's hell to pay!
he messed with
the wrong
gal
A winding path, a quest to find,
The inner self, the hidden mind.
A girl embarks, with her heart aflame,
To discover the truth, and learn her name.
Through trials faced, and lessons learned,
Her spirit grows, and her strength is earned.
She sheds the doubts, the fears she knew,
And blossoms forth, with vision true.
The journey within, a constant quest,
To find the self, that's truly blessed.
A path of growth, a vibrant hue,
Her journey's unfolding, ever new.
In depths of glass, a face she sees,
A girl's reflection, caught in these
Reflected rays, a searching gaze,
Seeking the truth, in mirrored haze.
The eyes, a window to her soul,
Tell stories whispered, making whole
A picture forming, clear and bright,
Of who she is, with all her might.
She sees the strength, the fears, the dreams,
A tapestry of life, it seems,
Reflected, in a glassy pane,
Her true self found, her spirit's reign.
The world has tried to cast her down,
To bind her spirit, with a frown.
To dim her light, to hide her grace,
Beneath a veil, a hidden place.
But she will rise, beyond the veil,
Her voice will ring, her spirit prevail.
The veiled gaze, it cannot hold,
The fire that burns, the story told.
She breaks the mold, she takes her stand,
A woman strong, a helping hand.
Beyond the veil, she sees the sun,
Her journey's started, it's just begun.
Every little boy
With the strength from a woman
Becomes a strong man
This poem is based on the painting 'Weeping Woman' by Picasso
In fragments of fate,
timeless tears seem invisible,
but there is profoundness in sorrow,
a beauty in the vulnerability -
there is an art to expression.
As colours collide upon a canvas,
it reminds me of a black and white world,
where I was taught to be a 'man.'
But all I recall are my mothers cries.
In times of pain,
all I feel is your fears.
When adversity calls,
all I see is your struggles.
I am a reflection of your love,
a structure of your strength.
When you are no more,
maybe, I'll search for you among the stars.
If moonlights should caress my face,
I know it's you smiling down at me.