Women Poems | Examples of Women Poetry

I. THE WANDERING I was born with a life that bled— a seafloor womb dragging tides of fern and marigold char The priests brought saffron and fear crowning me with diagnosis They said: She is too empty They said: Fill her with figs with seed with stillness They said: Her belly speaks too loud Mute her O Plato old patriarch of phantoms my body was no beast— just prophecy you never learned...

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I loved you in the silence, when you weren’t even listening. Held on through your absence, while you kept on vanishing. I stayed when you were distant, I hoped through every lie. I gave you all my colors, and you just watched them die. You never read my story, but still, you felt exposed— as if my pain betrayed you, like truth you never chose. You say...

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Draw in a deep breath And boom your voice through my skull You scare me to death But there's never a day that's dull Tell me you're sorry and things are going to change Well they'll change tomorrow baby not today Then tomorrow you slam the door against my face Wipe off the blood and tell...

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If God were a Woman But, He ain’t The Bible tells me so He wouldn’t abandon His children Like a deadbeat Dad Create stars to foster kin Use child labor to make hijabs Covering the universe in shame He just inseminates galaxies Leaving diapers for others Sending humanity to boarding school Teaching survival of the fittest Like his beloved Son crucified Who failed His test yet won While mother...

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There are voices all around us Not loud, not obvious, But aching to be heard. Within this poem lies three unheard stories Three souls, each silenced by society A woman who smiles in fear. A boy punished for love. And a girl whose dreams shrink in the shadows. Their pain is different, But their silence is the same. This poem is for them For the unheard,...

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lack of confidence presents herself as haughty stuck up and aloof...

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Please tell me it’s not true In supporting the Red white and blue That not a lot of women are Honorable And barely any women are notable So to the far few and in between I hope your life will shine and glean Where we may not be many, but just a few Who go combat hatred people spew For...

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“It's a girl!” The female form, the rounded edges that soothe and nurture Shaped and created by gentle hands to fit a shoulder under a heavy arm Beast of burden I was formed this way and now I am bruised and soft from the many blows life has landed upon me As ages pass,we continue to strive to be...

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As I continue to deep in myself with poetry I discover a new language, foreign Almost like unscrambling the word pattern Using a mixture of ingredients to describe a pride Finding early 2000 websites to create a blog Showing people my words anonymously. Hello new world! Please welcome me with such care. ...

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Out comes the storm In a galloping parade Of silver and iron Honour masking the greed of men In the rattling and dim wilderness The rituals and the songs Are ready to be extinguished By those who rule over gods And then a fatal sob Pierces through the still ether And the keepsakes of ages Are washed away in a river the colour of...

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Deep down she was a hopeless romantic Masked with hate because she thought she couldn't have it After all she was a black woman When she asked the world for love it laughed at her It's why she gave up, a story so tragic Growing up in a world where white was the beauty standard And being black was...

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"It was your dress," they replied Was it? The ripped fabric cried The 5-year-old's laughter silenced that day Couldn't even scream, "I'm just a child," and ran away "It was your shorts," they claimed Was it? The torn seams proclaimed The 10-year-old's dreams shattered, flamed Couldn't even cry, "I'm just a girl," with shame "It was your clothes," they blamed Was it? The cloth...

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I’m a single gal who’s not looking for love I’m a single gal who goes for the dreams I dream of I’m a single gal I like to spend time with me I’m so into my own goals and dreams I don’t want anyone I’m at peace Finally I’m living the way I want and prioritizing myself My life is...

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This is not my body. Not the one that used to tell everything to anyone— I mean everything, like I thought it might get me somewhere closer to known. I sat in a circle today, some kind of writing thing— you know the type. Lots of deep breathing and soft lighting. Someone cried reading what they wrote in the first eight minutes and I— well, I flinched. Not because it...

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everyone wants women to be a sunflower; bright, tall, forever reaching for the sun. but honey, some of us are sprawling bushes filled with blackberries, hidden by bramble. some of us are mighty oaks, strong, secure with no intention of giving way. but the beautiful thing about blackberries is if you make your way through the bramble, and gently...

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