Strength Women Poems | Examples
These Strength Women poems are examples of Women poems about Strength. These are the best examples of Women Strength poems written by international poets.
Lady Diamond rose as each new day dawns
In her gentle hands her household yawns
A model once in the camera’s light
Now clothed in the light of Jesus Christ
She served her husband, taught each child
With patient, grace and spirit mild
Two sons, two daughters, hearts held near
Her labor deep, her teaching clear
By day she gave till strength was thin
By night the moon would tuck her in
The birds sang praise when morning came
And heaven blessed her quiet name
God be praised for women who stand
With Proverbs’ 31 wisdom in their hand
All women, God’s beautiful bouquet
With Lady Diamond showing the way
Resolute and determined, women have always played an
Essential role in maintaining the fiber of a family unit.
Sisters, aunts, nieces, mothers, and daughters
It is they who are being suppressed by male dominance.
Look throughout history, and you'll find courageous women
Imbued with perseverance and the strength of their convictions.
Educated, today's women are empowered, demanding equality,
Not as an appeasement, but as an inalienable right.
Challenging the traditional role of a subservient woman
Emancipated women fight for the right to be women, not servants.
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She can be vibrant or withdrawn.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.
Red nails blossoming into cherry trees.
Blue roses, divine, beautiful.
Yellow stars with light that burns the sky.
Through thick and thin,
the path into forbidden forests became clear.
Witchcraft brewing at the scene, sweet sweet sorcery.
Divine, beautiful.
Paintings of mountains and oceans intertwine,
two sides of the same coin, two different worlds.
Snow bleeding hope, deep cuts of sorrow and loss.
Yet, despite everything, it’s still her.
Tough, determined, at peace.
Black cats leaping into cornfields.
Child of moonlight, unspoken synergy.
Born of shadow and ice, there she remains.
powerful juno
roman queen of strong women
your song we still sing
as we escape twinned clutches
of crushing weeds to flower
she avoids crowds
too many feelings
chaos and dissention
She does better with positivity
Negativity takes her strength
Zaps her energy
Throws her into a terrified state
She does not frequent stadiums, carnivals or festivals
Waitresses stay and talk
Telling her their life stories
As her annoyed family shoots mean looks
Which the waitress usually does not notice
Strangers on the street love her attention
She tries to not make eye contact
Some follow her home
It is rare to find an empath and everyone wants one
A mother's energy
cannot be created or destroyed,
only transformed or transferred;
always there in full,
meeting the challenges presented
to her at that time.
From her prenatal care-
then long nights without sleep;
attending to her family
at home those days past birth-
she balances those other chores
which also must be met.
She handles whatever comes
through all the changing stages
of her children's growth;
energy is transformed
meeting new challenges transferred-
from birth to adulthood.
Then in those years beyond,
often as a Grandma-
a strong mother's energy
continues on and on;
it cannot be created or destroyed-
only transformed or transferred.
The world has tried to cast her down,
To bind her spirit, with a frown.
To dim her light, to hide her grace,
Beneath a veil, a hidden place.
But she will rise, beyond the veil,
Her voice will ring, her spirit prevail.
The veiled gaze, it cannot hold,
The fire that burns, the story told.
She breaks the mold, she takes her stand,
A woman strong, a helping hand.
Beyond the veil, she sees the sun,
Her journey's started, it's just begun.
A vibrant hue, a bold design,
It drapes her form, a strength divine.
No longer veiled in shades of gray,
She shines in crimson, come what may.
The silken threads, a vibrant dance,
Reflect her spirit, her fierce trance.
A testament to freedom's call,
She wears her power, standing tall.
The whispers fade, the doubts retreat,
Her crimson sari, a bold feat.
A declaration, loud and clear,
She's here to conquer, banishing fear.
Panther-like strength and resolve
Orgasmic vibes slither underfoot
Woman who knows her talents and strengths
Engaging in social scenarios, taking prisoners
Rivals run from her court, trying to save themselves.
Wild woman can outrun a stallion
Out laugh a hyena
Out drink a camel
Wild woman knows her strength
Her spirit rivals the ocean
Competes with the mountains
Shines through the shadows of the forest
Wild woman cannot be held back
She lives her truth, dazzling the rest of us
We stay out of her way
Dolled up powerful women,
interested in building the table;
Very often off on their own,
always by their own design;
Leave her to it
if you don’t appreciate focus
cause’ she’s not gonna back down;
Insane to every onlooker
of course that is why they fail,
Unlimited ambitious dreams,
she’s crazy until they come true.
Why should we
be allotted a day at all
there is no allotment
we carry the load
we always have
we always will
it is au naturale
we succeed
the pain, or,
somehow
just proceed
despite it all
the ripping open
of seals, torn -
the message crowns,
at the opening
the trident
at the door
inside, revealed
we are
the strength
potentate
high above
the little man
the smaller
sacrament
the Mother
that birthed
it all
Candide Diderot. ‘24
“Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children.”
Barber, Samuel. Adagio. Strings.
William Makepeace Thackeray.
International Womens' Day.
The gap between us holds no air, fuel it is still
Tree leaves above us, fan passions fiery will
Once I thought only a dream, my wishes, you fulfill
Every strength I find within you, attraction, does instill
Your memory, throughout my mind, woven like fine twill
Touch by you is masterful, possessing loves language with skill
Warm and safe, you'll want for nothing with me, paid is thy bill
Since the government won't define 'woman'
Let me help: They're demonstrably super-human
Until recently, thought to be closer to God than men
'Progressives' aim for 'equality' ~ ahem ...
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Speaking at a White House Meeting on Aug. 31, 2022,
Education Secretary Miguel Cordona refused three times
to answer this direct question: 'What is a woman?'
(The Daily Caller, Reagan Reese, April 18, 2023).