Other Women Poems | Examples
These Other Women poems are examples of Women poems about Other. These are the best examples of Women Other poems written by international poets.
The dance of the two sexes,
Two poles in balance,
Does not take a rocket scientist
To figure out;
Men get the most attractive women
They can afford
While women get the richest men
They can attract…
Does it matter
If they ever really understand each other?
Apparently not.
(9/14/26)
I have a best friend
We call each other cousin
Actually, I have ten best friends
But this one and I call each other cousin
We used to teach together
We were always in cahoots
the principal would ask “where is your cousin?”
The kids said we could not be cousins
I told them we are spiritual cousins
This satisfied them
Kids are easy
One day I was sliding into her truck
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPP
The loudest longest gas stream came out
I turned and looked at her
She said “I love you, Cousin!”
We could not stop laughing
Even for teachers farting is funny
The Creation
Man and Woman
Meeting each other for the first time
Unknown World
Condemnation shame
Earthly Descendant
Hate and conviction
Derided from formation Earth dust
Love wasn’t an option at first
Finding themselves
Observation Eye to Eye
Vision of creation
Sensation wonderfully made
Trying to understand Scientific
Knowledge being no quo
Suddenly the motion of the kiss
Romance start
Roaming around the Earth together
Love and endure a love muster
Discovering and Learning at the same time
Acquaintance with nature
New World
Humanitarian strides
The beginning
Good find
Companion spirit
Sage with a chapter
Through the ever after
Love becoming a definition
All at the beginning
soothsayer gave the woman a solemn smile
lucky rings around your wrists, you are lucky you know
they sat staring at each other for quite awhile
would you like to stay for the Halloween show?
oh yes, said the woman but is there a cost?
the soothsayer was willing to take a loss
this empathy would make a fine apprentice for her.
she felt as a natural healer, she might help her find a cure.
they call it the witching hour
so call me a witch
I agree with their creed
to no living thing do harm
it was the male fairy tellers who wanted them to be evil
other women’s eyes popped open today
at this exact time
three a.m.
we are united in our femaleness
united in our willingness to be less, so others can feel more
I sense these other women
my sisters, my neighbors, my friends
we each have our own journeys
our own walk to walk, and yet we are in this together
I send them light and love
feeling they are doing this to me also
three a.m. the witching hour
all booze hounds stay away
This tickled me and my gang today
we did not know the prissy ladies called us that
we ribbed each other, it gave us a new chat
Booze hound, booze hound, we said to each other
We laughed as loud as any soldier brother
Booze hound, booze hound, it tickled us that night
We were glad there were no prohibitionists in sight
Rebel woman I know you are burnt out,
don’t ever think that we cannot see you.
There is nothing that is further from true.
Listen, feel the echo inside your shout?
Set it off let that rage cause a blackout,
you’ll find others that share every value.
Rebel woman
exhaustion rapidly fuels you with doubt.
With bravery belong to something new
paint the sky a sumptuous shade of blue.
You inspire and that’s what it’s all about,
rebel woman.
Each woman will become a Muse,
proudly cheering her sisters on.
When the enemy’s sword is drawn
there is no way you can refuse.
Soft gestures, those ladylike cues
graceful in blue jeans or chiffon.
Each woman will become a Muse
proudly cheering her sisters on.
Whether whole or wearing a bruise
her inner strength is never gone.
She can be vibrant or withdrawn.
It doesn’t matter which you choose,
each woman will become a Muse.
You may have never heard of the Dragettes
Seven women who formed their own hot rod club
in Kansas City, 1959
They were all wives or sweethearts of other dragsters
Did they truly drag race?
They certainly did!
six jars full of buttons and a magic tin
these treasures by grandma were put in
when we began to sew, we could have our pick
out of any jars but not the tin, so thick
The tin is for certain buttons, you are not there yet
we sorted the other buttons, and did not fret
The tin is for when you are experienced, she said
We did not question this, choosing buttons red
When she was gone, we separated the buttons out
my sister and I, getting along, neither of us had a pout
But then my sister reached for the magic tin.
What are you doing? I asked my twin.
Grandma is gone, she reminded me.
Let’s take a peek, at least let’s see.
We opened that tin and stared in awe.
At the prettiest buttons we’d ever saw.
they pretend they are friends
no one buys this weird façade
they were the worst married couple ever
they were not even close when they were dating
why they got married is unknown to any of us
they pretend they are friends
when they would be much better off
avoiding and ignoring each other
why the façade?
None of us can guess.
She was a force to be admired and feared at the bowling alley
We stood back and watched, shocked by the ways of Mallie.
She stood up straight and tall as she walked to the line
Her strikes were amazing, her repeated spares were fine
Who taught her to bowl? We asked each other
Was it her grandpa, her father? Her cousin? Her brother?
It was another woman, said her grandma. It was her mother.
Another fine bowler, who arrived in a few.
Now we could watch not one amazing woman, but two.
Sure as stars shined she stumbled.
Falling.
A fierce lightning rod flickering
wild sparks.
Put the appetite front and center.
Boss map.
Hard hands callused to the bone,
dialed in.
There’s nothing lucky about it.
She fought.
Women’s Day
Women, the other side of life
Of Life. The Life can’t live
Without this side. Loved lives
In my life missing this side
But in my mind exists this life
I love ladies, all of them on the side
My side too, happy to know it
I am not alone, I feel all of them
I love You, I love you, Women,
Without you not exists the life
Please, open the gate to your
To your life, give me your side
Change and make for light
My heart
The Women’s Day
The best day of the year
We can say thank you
We can ask the ladies
For forgiveness
Our sins are so heavy
We have been hurting
Women for thousands of years
We are saying and waiting
the forgiveness
Happy Women's Day!
The sunset girls won’t be muted,
high-pitched voices are high dollar;
They’re fleeting cascades of color,
those ardent eyes aren’t diluted;
Lightning flashes undisputed
will break through any choke collar;
The sunset girls
are nothing if not sure-footed;
Never entertaining squalor
make no mistake call them brawlers;
Color blocked magic saluted
the sunset girls.