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.
Not beauty’s flame that soon will fade,
Nor jewels bright, nor silks arrayed,
But gentle speech that soothes the day,
And steadfast truth that will not stray.
He seeks a heart both calm and kind,
A loyal hand his own to bind,
A quiet strength, a tender ear,
A faithful soul that holds him near.
Not fleeting charm nor fleeting praise,
But love that lights the darkest ways,
A patient hope, a watchful prayer,
A presence constant, always there.
Thus finds he treasure, tried and true,
Not gold nor pearl, but spirit too,
A crown of grace, a guiding star—
Such is the woman loved afar.
Yesterday, her words were stolen,
carried off by a world that would not see.
No ear to listen,
no place her voice could root,
a voice borrowed by shadows.
They took her courage,
the freedom to move unafraid,
to let her voice soar.
She spoke.
The world twisted her words
laughter shattering over her
like shards of glass.
She learned to watch their eyes,
to shield herself from sharpness,
from the ever-turning circle of judgment.
So she poured her truth into her pen…
it alone could carry it.
No hand could seize it;
her pen held her truth,
where reality breathed.
She is imperfect, simply a woman.
Yet she pardons those who hurt her,
and cherishes those who stayed,
however briefly.
Time passed and her pen became her fire
not simply refuge but a clarion call
rising bold unafraid completely hers.
Her words live on, unbound, indestructible…
bright as sunlight breaking glass.
Within her frame, a world is formed,
A heartbeat echoes, soft and warm.
Yet hope is stitched with threads of pain,
A sacred journey, not in vain.
She walks with feet too weary, sore,
Each step a trial, yet she bears more.
Restless nights with fleeting dreams,
Her body stretched at fragile seams.
A sudden craving grips her soul,
For sour fruits, or bitter bowl.
Strange hungers rise without a call,
She longs, she yearns, she wants it all.
Her back bends low, her breath runs thin,
The tide of labor swells within.
She grips the night, she bites the day,
As life prepares to carve its way.
And when the pain breaks like the sea,
Hope crowns her womb with victory.
Her cries give birth to sweetest song,
A mother’s strength, eternal, strong.
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.
The fight may be a disaster,
The words may be can fly,
May be it can take a long time;
To soft embrace,
To gentle kiss,
To a tied hug to fill the space!
Is there something new??
A quiet strength begins to shine!
No sweet love,
No kind apology,
Just resolution,
wild and strongly free.
She stands alone,
And learns to be a fortress built for only her.
Each scar a lesson,
sharp and deep,
A solemn promise she will keep.
The emotional tides,
She learns to ride,
with no one there to stand beside her.
She is the anchor,
firm and true.
A victory she finds in you.
So let the fight not lead to love,
but to power from above.
A woman strong,a spirit bold,
more precious than a tale of gold
My God is good all the time, he sends me love when I am down.
My God is like the shinning sun, he warms my heart and makes me feel love all the time.
My God is everywhere like the air, he is moving around in every time.
My God I love you every day, you make my moments feel so much joy that it makes me smile all day.
My God is like magic, he calls me up in my dreams, I feel his presence all around, yet I do not see anyone.
My God is like a parent that watches us like we are children.
Making me think that this is trap or a test to see if we really belong to him.
My God made man from the dirt, and warned us that we will return to the dirt if he wants.
My God made women from the man, the man that each woman can depend, for love and strength and all of life’s ups and downs.
My God guides me through this life making me feel I am not alone.
Thanking God, today and always for all of life.
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 –
that neither time can halt
nor society’s chains restrain.”
Anita Solanki
I love to watch you be a women:
How you wake in the morning still
sluggish in your sighs
The perfection of your hair array is a
painted picture in my eyes
Your lips a gentle caress
velvety tingle mine
Your kiss all the whispers of a
passion still confined
Your skin just receptive as all
inhibitions cast to sea
This close to the flame, the
candlelight consummates my queen
I long for the teasing pleasure of a
touch, and spoken words underneath
each breath
Just to watch you be:
A lover and a mother
you captivate me
Can we change places for a moment
I want you to see what I see
I long to be your trust so you can be
a woman
Woman in strength and in
vulnerability
I am in awe of your body, of
God's artistry
The glow of a pregnancy, the
mystery, the unconditional love
Likened to Heaven above
Your angel face, for my eyes to see
I wish to reflect you, and you, me
Cruelty wears a crown in a cloaked place,
cold-blooded grins behind mirrored faces.
Remorse walks the halls bartering tattle while I fracture.
They crowned me in shame, but
within a queen still rises.
They buried me in a fire of hell,
But like ash-gray smoke, I rise and swell.
I am the silence of the crown,
gone through ups and downs
stumbled in the dark multiple times
but my spirit still my heart and mind.
I am a teacher, a child, a guardian and a shadow behind my past.
But a strong woman who will still rise from the stillness of darkness.
Inside of me multiply like smoke and breathe:
into silence of forgiveness and hope.
Yes, still I rise, a whisper stitched in storm-
a sovereign spirit-fearless and warm.
The tortured self becomes the flame
not burned but lit beyond their shame
like the shimmering star, shining bright afar!
This is me, a version of being a woman in time and forever be!
She is a Muslim
you notice the way she dresses
a hijab wrapped with grace
her body a sacred space she guards.
Like the wind
she moves with quiet strength
dignity woven into every step
her faith not a burden, but a choice.
It is her right
to cover what she holds dear
her body, her soul
a temple shaped by devotion.
So in the interview room
see her mind, not just her veil.
In the office
respect the fabric of her belief.
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.
Justice alert
An Old Lady with strong Faith
Knows how to carry to great length
Didn’t have to spin to turn into Wonder Woman
Wonder Woman Grandma carried every day
A Mugger thought an Old Lady being an easy prey
He Forget to kneel and pray
The Mugger lurked and looked for an opportunity
It turned out to be a defeated reality
He attacked and Wonder Woman Grandma went into action just like that
She knocked him down
The Mugger went to the ground
He tried to attack a second time
Failed again and again
He didn’t know that Wonder Woman Grandma had Indian tribe blood origin
Full of courage, strength and keenness
The Mugger ran like a punk
Wonder Woman Grandma proved don’t under estimate an Old Lady
She packed more than just age
The punk was defeated full of rage
He got what he deserved because he didn’t behave
Forced to retreat
Got agony of defeat
The Wonder Woman Grandma is a true story
It’s my actual Grandma
A woman of wisdom
Living in God’s kingdom
High in the sky with my Grandpa
Wonder Woman Grandma
Strength in character
Standing for all Grandma’s all over the world
Hero
Victor story
Rewarded in Glory.
She rises with the morning sun,
Unfinished battles, never done.
With quiet strength and fearless grace,
The fire of purpose on her face.
She walks through storms without a sound,
Her dreams are roots deep in the ground.
She bends, but never breaks in two—
The world may test, but she'll push through.
Her hands may ache, her heart may bleed,
Still, she gives all to those in need.
With every scar, she shines more bright,
A warrior cloaked in gentle light.
She speaks her truth, she owns her name,
Unshaken by the winds of shame.
She loves with depth, she leads with soul,
Each wound she wears has made her whole.
A strong woman—fierce, bold, and wise,
A mirror of the endless skies.
Not just in strength, but love she stands—
The world reshaped by her own hands.
One Amazing Woman
She walks with grace through storm and flame,
A heart of strength, too wild to tame.
With eyes that see through walls and lies,
And kindness deep as midnight skies.
She lifts the weight no one can bear,
And hides her pain with utmost care.
Yet in her laugh, the sun breaks through—
A warmth the coldest days pursue.
Her voice can soothe, her hands can heal,
She loves with fire, bold and real.
No crown she wears, no throne she needs,
She rules through quiet, fearless deeds.
She dreams, she dares, she stands her ground,
Where others fall, she’s glory-bound.
A soul that dances, fierce and free—
She is the woman I strive to be.
One life, one light, one blazing flame—
Forever proud to speak her name.
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.