Women Poems | Examples of Women Poetry

I stopped for a moment to cherish the piercing and vivid It was a split-second; behind cloud-like eyelids There's a softness, being caught in their scope Causing sorrows to quickly turn, into genuine hope In my heart secretly chambered, hides your love tender and lush Awakened to dreams that have long been asleep, Whispering our sweet secrets with a gentle hush, As...

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Angie and Ruby, the Honky Tonk Women, wanted to paint the honkytonk.  Their heads started swimmin' when I says, "Ruby, Tuesday's a good day to paint. It should be sunny, but even if it ain't, I'll have my radio blasting The Rolling Stones. What kind of colors you want? What tones?" "Paint it Black" says Ruby, but Angie, she says "white". I...

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Please don’t hate me Don’t debate me And you damn sure won’t underrate me Cause I’m here now Gonna show you how I can rise above What you dish out You call my name Play that blame game But I don’t hear you Cause nuthins now the same You showed your true face Left me in disgrace But I rise above Your endless chase I know I hurt bad I’ve been so...

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Love is desire the name the lust the passion the fire the burning of the ashes as required Sin is everyone even when we were born, the mother's womb is the reason why pain is born On earth as it is in heaven we fight among each other as our sin shed blood among together Darkness is us, as corruption is the world allowing sin to breathe...

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Tho' they may display legs to best advantage, observing the constraints, begs the question, 'What's afoot?' Seems to me I had a bee in my bonnet about women's proclivities and passion when compelled to write this pseudo-sonnet about their footwear fashion. Some are bonkers barmy as bedbugs, daft, dippy, daffy, (with) bats in the belfry too, it's far beyond my reckoning, as I...

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When you die you may be burnt better than those that Zionists burn alive you may be buried in the soil of the universe at best may you come back as a blooming rose giving hope to all who admire the beauty of natures mystic gifts ...

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each Cobblestone makes up the road ouch from your very sharp high heel shoes...

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These broken nails Not pretty to look at, My triumphs, my fails Mean more than that Been scratching away Digging for some end, By night, by day … ‘Til they begin to bend Once polished to a shine … Is perfectly cracked, With pulled hair of mine And my nerves wracked All glitter, all gold … Neither one can stay, But, broken nails, I'm told Says something anyway. ...

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Curdling wave of denatured purity Milk and acid, perverted mated pair Waltzing, obese ballroom spinners Twirling, breeders spun by children’s fingers A fleet, in concentric circles turning. Churning, in hidden tunnels, empty wombs Clotted to lumps, a viscous drool From spout of oesophagus poured Over that inverted delicacy. An internal storm blows like fury, shocks Of bucking, lurching on every wave Oobleck’s...

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They start thick— not the polite kind you stir into tea not the mild drizzle on breakfast toast but the kind that runs hot slow dangerous coating your tongue before you grasp the price of its pleasure. They start golden— dripping off the comb sun pressed into their marrow too rich, too syrupy— gumming up the gears of your schemes too...

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I possess an unusual knack for making women bristle hence immediately this birdman wishes to escape into his eyrie or seriously considers joining a nunnery mainly for the less common slang definition cuz yes, “nunnery” sometimes used ironically to refer to a brothel, and this secondary meaning may well have added a bitter undercurrent to Hamlet's proceedings. Whether interacting with the...

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The dainty walk of Chinese women beyond the Wall in olden days was due to cruel and unusual punishment confined and constrained by strange customary ways victims of fashion prisoners of fad small feet were in sadly big were bad forced to wear a pair of lotus shoes very small baby steps were all they took altho' it wasn't until 1912 or so when...

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I would be wearing a backpack and puppies would be hanging out of it. Their tongues would be hanging out too, and they would be smiling. Eight, nine, ten, eleven puppies. Because you cannot have too many. My face would host an enormous smile. I would proudly show the holes where teeth used to be. To let you know that...

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***Caveat lector: This piece may very well "ruffle" a few feathers, and I'm sorry about that, guys.*** The female realm has a mysterious equality Where women share an odd intimacy Concerning home, and children, and men. Somehow they seem to know That what they do is worthwhile And makes all the difference to everyone. Whereas men, thinking themselves The calm center of everything, Set...

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Natives interrupted Guns pointed to their chests Blown away like beautiful dandelions Into that sweltering sun Americans lollygag In their newly claimed land Under that grand old flag Slaving away, picking cotton Under the South’s heat of injustice Scarred with inhumane treatment Sweating tears and pain Burdens heavier than sandbags Yes, they’re slaving away Under that southern flag Stripped away from homes and work And terrorized prior still No voice spoke...

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