Warrior Woman Poems | Examples
These Warrior Woman poems are examples of Woman poems about Warrior. These are the best examples of Woman Warrior poems written by international poets.
her face is a quilt
ridges wrinkles and age spots
seasoned warrior
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.
Tornado is an enraged volatile angry woman
Joplin never saw her coming; until she was upon them
Her path was a mile wide and twenty miles long
Was she seeking revenge? Angry with all humans?
We will never know, but she did unbelievable damage.
Joplin, Missouri lost many lives that day.
Four thousand homes were destroyed.
I cannot fathom the horror of the aftermath.
One of their hospitals was annihilated
Tornado is an enraged volatile angry woman.
She comes in fast and hard, and she maims and kills.
A warrior, destroyer, slayer.
Beautiful face
Acumen grace
Fierce warrior race.
( a poem inspired by Lozen, a female Apache warrior)
Her blood boils just like a mans
Her thirst for honor , the way she stands
She refused to bow
She refused to cower
Her bloodlust was justified
As the shield of her valor
Against the greatest odds
She knew no fear
She supported and fought along side her brother, chief
For so many years
A brilliant strategist
She outsmarted U.S. military might
She left a blood trail behind her
And her people's freedom in her sights
Never humbled, never kneeled
Never really defeated, never to yield
I am inspired by her strenth and for freedoms' right
That no man was her equal in battle and in life.
Appearing suddenly and with haste,
Holding nothing but a dagger,
She cut open my throat.
Like a jilted mistress, naked under the moon,
She carved runes under my tongue,
Tore my mouth apart
And bled things previously unheard.
Breath came,
In the form of a warrior woman with battle scars,
Skin ragged and withered
Feet firm upon the ground.
Encased in mud,
The iron on her skin whiffed foul and sweet,
Like truth.
She hummed.
Loudly,
She clicked her tongue at me
And in her vision,
Poured breath into my mouth.
I drank it in and shared it out.
It was much too soon upon your chest
So you heaved and moved away,
Filled only with the sound of death.
The Vikings battle cry was ferocious and ear piercing.
Autumn woman applied her paints as she heard them enter her forest.
She was ready to rip them from stern to stem.
The gods were on her side, she felt her power animals gearing up.
Elk gave her a nod, raccoon took his place beside the worn-out oak stump.
Hawk and raven flew in, at the ready.
Autumn woman knew the Vikings would be
Surprised.
Few armies can annihilate a ferocious army.
But she and her animals could and often did.
She silently crept through the forest,
Killing them one by one.
nasty invaders from the east had been treacherous and mean
They burned Morgana’s village, her people, pets and home
She had not returned from another battle until it was over
Noting that bloodshed had been spilled in all directions
Morgana vowed to hunt them down and eradicate them
there was no one left to talk her out of the plan
she picked up her bow and arrows and began the hunt
the murderous marauders had no idea what kind of hell was coming
I am a young female warrior,
Fighting a battle unseen
Multiple sclerosis is my foe,
But I won't let it get the best of me.
I may stumble, I may fall,
But I'll get up and keep on going
I'll face each day with courage and strength,
And keep my spirit glowing.
My body may be weak,
But my will is strong and true
I'll fight this fight with all I have,
And show MS what I can do.
I am not defined by my illness,
But by the fighter within
I'll overcome any obstacle,
And emerge stronger in the end.
So bring on the challenges,
For I am a warrior through and through
A young female with multiple sclerosis,
And I will never give up on you.
Soft as a whisper,
her aura exudes calm,
A peaceful presence,
like a soothing balm.
Graceful as a dancer,
her movements light and free,
She glows with radiance,
like the sun on the sea.
She is a garden of laughter,
A warm embrace of love.
The sun in her eyes,
And the stars in her hair above.
The earth bows to her presence,
As she walks with power and pride.
Her voice like a gentle breeze,
That carries positivity far and wide.
She is the beating heart of life,
A force that never dies.
A warrior, a goddess, a queen,
With endless joy that flies.
Her spirit shines with vibrant light,
Happy and bold, she's quite a sight.
But when she's mad, oh, fiery bliss,
A flaming force you can't dismiss.
A ray of sunshine, she brightens the day,
Her heart is kind, in every way,
Her spirit playful, always having fun,
She's small but mighty, like a loaded gun.
Emotions overflow, her passion abounds,
Her voice rises high, with a joyful sound,
Blessed with love, she spreads it around,
A precious gem, that's how she's found.
A woman is a wonder to behold,
A force of nature, strong and bold.
Her beauty shines both inside and out,
Her heart full of love and her mind devout.
Her eyes are pools of endless depth,
Reflecting the joys and pains she's kept.
Her voice can soothe, calm and inspire,
Lifting up those whose spirits tire.
Her hands are gentle, yet firm and sure,
Working hard with a heart so pure.
She brings forth life with each new birth,
Guiding her children through life's worth.
A woman's strength knows no bounds,
She overcomes, she perseveres, she astounds.
She is a warrior, a queen, a friend,
Her love and compassion knows no end.
So here's to the women of this world,
May your dreams and passions unfurl.
May you know your worth and never forget,
You are loved, respected, and a force to be reckoned with.
A woman is a miracle of life,
A masterpiece, both strong and tender.
Her beauty is a sight to behold,
A grace that words cannot render.
She walks with a regal air,
Her eyes shining like stars above.
Her presence is a soothing balm,
A warmth that fills hearts with love.
She carries within her a world,
Of dreams, of hopes, and of fears.
She nurtures and she protects,
Through laughter and through tears.
A woman is a warrior,
Who fights for her family and her kin.
Her spirit unbreakable,
Her strength a force to reckon with.
In her embrace, one finds solace,
A shelter from life's raging storms.
Her love is a bond unbreakable,
A light that guides and transforms.
So here's to the women of the world,
Whose light shines brighter than the sun.
May we cherish and celebrate them,
For all that they have done.
She walks with grace and elegance,
Her every step a dance of joy,
A woman of strength and resilience,
Her spirit free, her heart pure as gold.
Her eyes are deep pools of mystery,
Reflecting the depths of her soul,
Her smile a ray of warm sunshine,
That lights up even the darkest of days.
Her voice is music to the ears,
Soft and soothing like a lullaby,
Yet powerful enough to move mountains,
And inspire the world to greatness.
She is a force to be reckoned with,
A warrior in her own right,
Her courage and determination,
A beacon of hope in times of strife.
For she is a woman, strong and true,
A symbol of love and hope,
A shining example of all that's good,
In a world that sometimes seems so dark.
So here's to the women of the world,
The mothers, sisters, daughters, and friends,
May we honor and cherish them always,
And stand beside them until the very end.
She is ‘life’ in the strength, as of Earth,
She is ‘pulsation of ardency’, a woman of worth,
She is ‘harmony’, as of the timeless spheres,
She is ‘stories of deliverance’ from pain and fears,
Through waves and seas of uncertainties,
She is ‘nurture’ amidst adversaries,
She is ‘battle’ in her wars with chaos,
She is ‘warrior queen’, majestic in her ethos,
She is ‘swag’, she is ‘attitude’, she is ‘fire’,
Yet she is ‘calmness’ and ‘throb of desire’,
She is ‘madness’ in the caprice of wisdom,
A motive, an impulse, a beauty in motion,
She is ‘heart’, she is ‘warmth’, she is ‘hearth’,
She is ‘vow of oath’ that only death can part,
Yet, she is ‘symphony’ of eternal love songs,
She is ‘force’ and ‘vigour’ in souls she belongs,
A thousand lifetimes would echo still,
She is ‘woman-beautiful’ driven by will.
She leaves footprints –
on the wet concrete of blinded doubts,
For she has carved lives - -
like graven images on the palms of her hands,
There is substance in her eyes,
fire in her soul,
zest in her spirit,
And her passion? –
She is anchor, rudder and dock, sail and compass,
Storms are her vanquished
for she kindles hope to enliven her faith,
Wars and Victories are her poems –
inked with blood, sweat and tears,
For she flames her faith –
with the winged cherubim and seraphim of prayers,
And in her steadfast stride,
barely noticeable are her hurts and pain,
She is wife and mother,
teacher and mentor,
support and pillar,
Give her a reason or none at all,
she is battle, she is warrior,
the Lord her Banner.
This fourth day of the second month –
she still writes her walk and talk,
With testimonies –
of unrelentless dauntlessness and dare,
She is that indomitable woman –
true to her name,
‘Nurturer and protector’ – Isadora