Feminism Poems

Feminism poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of feminism poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on feminism are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Song Of Feminism

Song Of Feminism short poem

When you want to go But can’t Even when your voice Screams, yells, cried Then what? When you want to do it And you know that you can But invisible guards Block your way Then what? When you want to

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Who Is A Female?

Who Is A Female? short poem

Who is a female? A question that consistently ponders me. Is she a mere piece of flesh and bone? Is she a puppet to dance at the tunes of the males? Is she the one to earn and make the

Doom Fetus

Doom Fetus sonnet poems

Oh! My mother, sues thy sole cell daughter, An unborn baby, before its loving lover- Prays it to dad, thy, my best creative will- “Let me come, not look at me- thy angry shrill!” Oh! Doc. You dog! You dig

Upon Her Desire

Upon Her Desire short poem

Upon my visiting a steep rocky hill, I saw her- strange, candid and very simple; Falling apart from the lip-stick beauty; From insane odors; from the tog’s divinity – A natural doll, she’s a spirited jill. The rustic cast was

From The Rail Track

From The Rail Track long poem

The hoot of the train was shrill enough to bring me back to my consciousness, With eyes half shut I could see the sunrise albeit my body was in oppressive soreness. Thankful was I that the night was over, And

Respect Her

Respect Her short poem

Respect her She is a woman , Respect her is must . She isn’t less than a man. Respect her or else your heart should rust. What would they do without her who greed only for “brothers”? Bring out that

I Am A Woman

I Am A Woman short poem

I am a Woman, …born from the ribs of a ‘Man’; I am a Woman, They say…I am Honor of the ‘Clan’. I am Equal of a ‘Man’, Very early this Comparison ‘began’… God made me beautiful…so I can ‘rejoice’…

The Gang Rape

The Gang Rape prose poem

Fallen from what was established, What was marginalized- Those Vedic norms have fallen apart And a gang rape is now an order, an order! A viral order, long ago planted in culture, By morons of male-feminine prowess, That has been

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Pendulums

Pendulums short poem

When I walked in I didn’t know what to expect. Each room highlighted in light. A oral tradition. To make ourselves at home upon request. In reciprocation we do. The rooms we gather in, the ones we walk past. The

The Unmarked Set

The Unmarked Set short poem

“the theory of the unmarked set” she said language linguistics geek meets database information geek it was love at first utterance the fact that she’s already loved as herself before and after such wonderful ideas and also my wife was

Wives’ Conference

Wives Conference prose poem

Oh, my husband, he is too soft, giving everything, I ask, but not trusting me, keeping all savings, himself, And asks, “what is money for, am giving all that you need”; That’s not right, am wounded and so, don’t like

Prodigal Of The Two Thousand’s

Prodigal Of The Two Thousands long poem

As long as we live As long as we believe I cant see heaven being better than this I cant see hell being harder than this I cant see heaven being sweeter than this I cant see hell being hotter

Am I Ready To Go

Am I Ready To Go prose poem

I see Him standing at the door, waiting Can I cheat him once again? Maybe confuse Him and He might just go away He smiles knowingly One day, someday, I will have to go Maybe not today But yes, definitely

My Dream, I Want To See Green

My Dream, I Want To See Green short poem

Every time I breathe, It is like a new world that I meet . I have got so much happiness in my life , That I feel , I am alive . I want everywhere green, And I want to

Auburn Light

Auburn Light prose poem

Auburn love walked bowed legs XCII years…mountain highs-valley lows, bus routes to homes of the white affluent, scrubbing dirty mosaic tiles, shadowed by stale late night celebrations of new deals… our raw deal. Auburn love walked bowed legs XCII years…Daddy’s

Innocence

Innocence ballad

The birds, trees, sky , and sunshine A kiss for him ’cause he’s so fine Playing on the beach, on the sand Wearing sailor striped knit clothes And holding his hand Swirling around I let go of him To smile

I Am Drunk On The Hemlock

I Am Drunk On The Hemlock short poem

My lips are black, I am drunk on the hemlock, preferred by you – my life. I am still in love with pain. What not, the trial tried to break my resistance. I will walk on my hands paraplegic legs

Yours Only

Yours Only short poem

A city prepares to die. What is the real time now for blemishing the skin of a man? In your violet eyes I will find a moon for an encounter. An alien wall comes up between us.We cannot shed the

Exploration

Exploration short poem

I came from a house adorned By a river as its border The banks of which even now Rustle with love. The branches of trees, shedding Feathers of night birds reflecting Fairy tales on my inner self. While bathing in

Smell Of Nothing

Smell Of Nothing short poem

Driving green fire out of melodies. It was not make-believe not mannerism but smell of autopsy. A pseudo-elegy starts at burial site. Frugality of dust first decides to go to god and then die. Race, religion, tribe and their foot-soldiers

Demons

Demons short poem

This demon has seduced your inner being open the windows of your soul look before the darkness consumes your very existence draining every source of energy turning the mirror on yourself becoming lost in this unbearable reality be quick! before

Wishful Thinking

Wishful Thinking short poem

Wish I show my back to my set backs Wish I Cry out to control my Happiness Wish I Laugh at myself when in sorrow Wish I acknowledge my incompetence Wish I weep for others failure Wish I Smile at

Ebola, the African Plague

Ebola, the African Plague long poem

It is not every tear that glitters, Neither is every curse tied to positive tides, But it is only the positive tides that glitter. It is not every damnation that flees, It is not every succumbing dream that prevails, Neither,

Dying Beautifully

Dying Beautifully short poem

I stay connected out of the body, with fireworks, to widen the relativity, to read the language of fear. Death of a tree was mourned by leaves in shadow. The dew lies awake crying. The town was disappearing without a

The Earthmovers (for Alfie)

The Earthmovers (for Alfie) short poem

away, away, they go, three in a line, earthmovers all cross hill and valley, chalky soil mounted high towards the strange blue bucket towering in the sky head, thorax, abdomen, bobbing up and down march on, march on, over stone

Pity Party

Pity Party long poem

Pity Party Come on down Entry is free With every frown Broken hearts welcomed Depressed souls too Even the desperate And lonely will do There’ll be an endless supply Of self loathing for sure Plenty room for crying On the

The Rain

The Rain short poem

The rain Down pours the rains wakens the farmer from his languor infuses in him joy and vigour He huddles his ware and men gets ready for his ensuing task but there’s a smile on his lips as the fields

Moon’s Shadow

Moon’s Shadow short poem

The path was becoming pathless after seeking the deluge. Gunslingers were climbing on trees to shoot the white doves. There were ice needles in my eyes to check the inheritance of height. Desires move with a feline grace, lynx-eyed. You

Midnight Cool

Midnight Cool short poem

Is it springtime brewing gentle raindrops or autumn bringing sea-salt aroma or snowy whispers from a wintry mountain peak reluctant to prophesy those true prophecies during the middle age of the night, as if they may over-heal and crack my

One Last Stain

One Last Stain sonnet poems

One last drop of sorrow just whispered to me When all this time I have been so hollow I smelled a poison,that you could never see And the clouds just blurred my way to follow Still I could not find

The Clouds And The Sun

The Clouds And The Sun short poem

On a dull and dreary day When the sky was overcast With dark and dismal clouds I sat feeling so despondent Absence of warmth and sunshine Slowed down the routine business The day seemed longer than usual As if time

The Glow-worm

The Glow worm ballad

The glow-worm gazed at night which was dark, It felt more and more happy with its light of spark, She was a soft beetle, but the flame of lantern did not like her- Within the polished glass, it asked,”What are

Grandmother

Grandmother short poem

Upon her bedroom wall she wades Serene in Homers blue waters Past the dormant white hulls at dry dock, She smiles Before autumn’s sienna strokes of the harbor flats She feels the tides’ hands bathe her. From beneath her comforter

Pseudonym

Pseudonym short poem

Once in a lifetime each one of us need a Pseudonym, to discover our innate freedom of expression, vulnerability, for Loving without expectations… for Bringing out that Inner child in us, without being judged…. for expressing our inner fears hidden

Dawn

Dawn short poem

Dawn is here end of night. Depends on you to make things right. In my mind, but out of sight. The time is now to start the fight. Dawn is here behold the light.

Lili

Lili short poem

Last year my life was bleak. Inward I turned. Lost was my tormented soul. Inside I felt my life had no hope. You came in my life at the right moment. Out came the person you accepted. Unique is how

Molten Grief

Molten Grief short poem

Give me back, me back, my affections. I had planted the kisses on melting lamps. The dark tunnel goes to a lake for a rendezvous with pink death on white lips of cinders. Such agony of wintering tree. Not a

Only Child

Only Child short poem

we never played hide and seek rarely worked a puzzle: she asked for the truth about Santa Claus after she knew the truth looking for an exemption from mundanity. despite his creepy magic and omniscience she decided he would be

Open Your Eyes

Open Your Eyes short poem

Open your eyes, Just a simple girl, from what you see But is she as simple as she seems? She seems so normal, not much different But you don’t know what runs through her mind Because you are plain and

Our Story Told

Our Story Told short poem

When did we become this? When did it change? When did “I love you” Start feeling so strange? When did “I’m sorry” Just turn into words? When did the feelings Just turn into hurt? How did this happen? I ask