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
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.
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
Charla
heart of a wolf
body of a mermaid
Charla
keeper of the forest
soul whisperer
Charla
running flat out
to help her friends
Charla
howling with the others
leading the pack
She was a champion
A warrior
A fighter for the underdog
Queen advocate
We were in awe of her
She would jump into the fray
And fight battles
Before the rest of us
realized they were battles
She took on the wrong combatant
And wound up in the morgue
But not before she impressed us all
And helped us become the assertive women we are supposed to be.
No matter what’s in front of you
Wanda Woman is behind you
Wanda Woman!
No matter what’s behind you
Butterflies gonna pull for you!
She’s a dancer, cancer
Can’t kill her soul
She’s a winner, and in her
Is a heart of gold
She’s a mother, lover
A grand-mom too
She’s a tougher, warrior
Than the “x” you know who.
No matter what’s in front of you
Wanda Woman is behind you
Wanda Woman!
No matter what’s behind you
Butterflies gonna pull for you!
Chemo won’t flow
like her in her stride
So cold, so broke
She feels when she cries
But then, she grins
As someone walks in
You see, she’s a queen
Stronger than an elephant.
Waging a battle in
War she's determined to
Win; bloody but unbowed.
Wielding a mighty sword
While slaying life's dragons.
Warrior and a half;
Will never surrender!
Submitted for...
Pleiades W Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Merryman
Date written: 05/09/2021
Amazon woman not a warrior but a peace keeper
A role model of fortitude, integrity and confidence
She is lead by her soul and works toward the greater good.
Her power animals smile upon her; they are wolf, deer and eagle.
She howls her ideals in the evening, during her dream state.
Flying higher and higher, until she reaches the Nirvana of slumber lands.
She has a clear vision of ingenuity, integrity and truth in the morning.
Led back to her flesh body by a dotted fawn, honoring her intuition.
Shetah
fiercest warrior of the Andremma Kingdom
When she showed up for the battle, armies surrendered.
Her spirit animals were the wolf spider, phoenix and tiger.
Shetah
wore her assertiveness like armor
When she roared her displeasure, the mountains cringed.
Her familiars were the owl, cobra, and great white shark.
Shetah
eliminated earth’s foes with precision
When she descended into the middle of the wild fires, they cried.
Tears of unhappiness, knowing she would put an end to them
Shetah
traveling from universe to universe
When she appears on earth, she will eliminate the pandemic
I implore her gods and goddesses to hear our plea now.
Clanging of metal disturbed her in no way
Lauma was a warrior and ready for the task
Her unborn children lay deep within her womb
Could not think of them now, took a swig from flask.
The archers were summoned next, they took out dozens.
It was a battle worth seeing, made Lauma feel powerful and smart.
She was in her prime, twenty-eight moons gone,
Ready to fight, her prowess known among the troops of her heart.
Lauma, are you ready? Her father asked. Of course he knew the answer.
She had been born a warrior, and she would die a warrior, his daughter-son.
She fought hard that day, slashing and killing the enemy swiftly and neatly.
The last sight I had was of Lauma glancing at her annihilator in the summer sun.
I was terrified
I jumped in anyway
Because jumping in is what I do
I was scared I would fail.
I danced in anyway
Because I had to role model
I was fearful
But I did not want them to know
So I took the dive
I was not courageous
I was not brave
I was not a warrior woman
But I was a Mom
So I had
no choice….
Written 7-9-2020
Contest: Warrior Woman
Sponsor: Silent One
Confident and ready for anything you can throw
Victory will be mine no matter how you flow
I am stronger every day, each minute a delight
I will be ready to battle you day and night.
I am marching toward you, my armour in my hand.
I am steady, bring all that you can.
I will prevail, I am a soldier through and through.
I could never be broken, or made to bow by you.
Bring it; I am a survivor, ready for battle.
I am a warrior woman, not easy to rattle.
Confident and ready for anything you can throw
Victory will be mine no matter how you flow.
OLE FAIR LADY DAMSEL BEAUTY OF THE NIGHT
Oh! my lady let down, thine hair long;
Maiden fair pining men come sing your song;
Ole gents far near and wide come swoon;
Singing their tender yarns of dismal gloom;
While fighting on castle bridges warrior plight;
The fair damsel hides, her beauty in the night;
7/22/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Her philosophies and soul truth ran out onto the crisp white paper
In gulpy, sobby, unassuming black globs and really messy smears,
Immediately horrifying and alerting her always aware dendrites.
Are you crazy? What do you think you are doing? They demanded.
Feeling giddy with new-found independence, also, unexplain-ably weepy
The warrior princess poetess stuck out her tongue and pressed submit,
‘Twas the first of an intense series of status quo battles she would have
Releasing herself from polite societal chains, there was no stopping her!