Womanhood Poems - Poems about Womanhood

...MANHOOD V WOMANHOOD I use my favourite chat-up line as I join her at the bar, ”What’s a girl like you doing without a man like me?” She raises her eyes disdainfully, “That’s the......Read the rest...

...This 30th of November, I can be dragged down by men that I loved. And they feel no guilty I’m caged in maturity. A little girl tugs my fuchsia leg-split “Tear it or tear down”. ......Read the rest...

... The wetness of your warm sweet lips Tells me the time is right To initiate a subtle exploration of love A time to nibble and bite To caress the tender areas of love A soft caressi......Read the rest...

... To be a woman: Is to search your father's missing love in stranger's beds To live life scrambling for love Yet hating every moment of ......Read the rest...

...From Nabob of Junagarh, of Nizam— Collecting tax on cotton and the kind, The taxing job having strained of my calm, I’d stayed at a quiet place, though haunted And scary, a lovely place no le......Read the rest...

...Behold my rebirth As I take strides towards a brighter version of myself, Emancipating from a darker existence. As I begin to discover a revelation As radiant as a star-studded night sky, I ve......Read the rest...

...Children's Poems VI These are poems for children and poems about children and their mothers, fathers, grandmother, grandfathers and extended families. Springtime Prayer by Michael R. Burc......Read the rest...

...For few days between the shaking and shattering of my consciousness, The soft arms of Silence Wrap around my aching torso And pretend to soothe the ever-rapid Battering of my heart. In tho......Read the rest...

...a doomed affair when a young doctor/padre came to the convent to check on the nuns' health, he met the young abbess, and their world ignited when he touched her arm, her impulse was to kiss......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With noiseless step sweet memory comes and leads me gently through her twilight realms. What poet’s tune has ever sung or delicate pencil ever portrayed the encha......Read the rest...

...A woman who says my hair's a mess, But won't give a comb, leaving it to stress. Calls my man a friend or sugar so sly, Ready to see my relationship die. At the door, waiting to take my place, I ......Read the rest...

...Cramps creeping and crawling, an unwelcome reminder. Why does my body betray me like an unfaithful secret lover, chaining me to my bed. When did my uterus become my enemy, even the pill......Read the rest...

...It was an old tiled house that I was born, My mother grappled to give birth to me, That night was the worst one for weself ......Read the rest...

...i will write haiku so that my big feelings don’t take up too much room i know well enough silence wields no rejection so i stay silent. the feminine urge to scream like a wounded beast ......Read the rest...

...With her brother Alvaro she did her best to keep the old house in working order, dragging her body to carry out the routines of giving the place a woman’s touch. Each room knew the sound of ......Read the rest...