Feminity Poems

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

Questions

Questions short poem

Why should I be a trophy to adorn your shelves? Why should I be a kite with a broken string? Why should my flight be halted? Why should I mount the altar of martyrdom? Why should I not bare my

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Highest Peak

Highest Peak short poem

I stepped up high, kept enhancing. Got stifled, sat for a while. My strength got abducted, sucked the truth. Abominable insights attacked, kicked off this foe. When it came to abdicate, I rinsed myself with willpower. Indisputably it was hard,

The Enviable

The Enviable short poem

A moment of pause was needed in the eerie lull after the gathering of dreams, to enter the corridor of voices. We stopped looking through our tongues, across the bitterness of burning river, after the mud in our eyes. The

Blessed

Blessed short poem

Blessed by a firm, wealthy and loving family You went through trials, hardships and burden… You married young hoping for happiness… You yearned for love and faith… You didn’t trouble anyone… You did them all alone… Faith was what you

Love, Wisdom, And Peace

Love, Wisdom, And Peace long poem

How wonderfully great it is to be human, This phenomenal thinking godlike specie, With the potential to explore the universe Yet with intentions of being mostly sleazy. Living in a garden of land, water, and sky, A living vessel so

Blood Was On Sheet

Blood Was On Sheet short poem

Was it necessary to see, what you wanted me to see, when I was keeping open my wound to hear the unheard scream? What was that which was getting in air? A little disjointed time, asking peace for the land,

Redemption

Redemption elegy

Speak! My love to tell of how, this arc of circled light Might break upon darkness to dawn with unrequited might. Despair! Rides upon the night, unseen, unfelt, rich with life Through unwanted correspondence pain cuts with a knife To

Bus Rides And Ordeals

Bus Rides And Ordeals prose poem

BUS RiDES AND ORDEALS It’s the long rides from the small towns to the city. The mesmerizing sceneries of the trip taking the bus on the uneven roads, Sometimes,unpaved with no asphalt and the road lay carpeted with small rocks

Deception

Deception short poem

I started to write about Love Thought I’d found that special One It’s been a week since we first met Now I write about my heart bereft I knew from the start, this wasn’t meant to be So many reasons

Grounding

Grounding short poem

In the surge of dark there was a lunar smile in my glass I will not abandon the moons in your eyes. A white sow was going to deliver the babies. It was departure time and the profile was ready

Nestlings

Nestlings short poem

Coming face to face with hemlock you are not able to rain in the animal and start climbing the temperamental tree. Fathered by innocence of violence on the name of war, when were you going to kill? Your own progency?

Count your blessings

Count your blessings short poem

I do not wish to conquer the earth, Nor do I want to fathom the sea, I never aspire to possess the sky, I only wish to be shown the path to happiness doing Thy work; Oh Lord lead me

Anarchy

Anarchy short poem

Wind prowled. You had a hornet’s sting buried half in your hand. Anaphylactic shock. Translates into night of terror. You hesitate to smile. Midnight blues. You cannot count the stars. Pesky. Stories spread about moon’s pink thighs. An ode to

Lenny And The Mini Genie

Lenny And The Mini Genie long poem

Have you heard the skinny on Lenny Mangini? This fellow dreamed of a yellow Lamborghini And the good life of more, much and plenty, But Lenny’s pockets lacked any profits or pennies. Plagued by malaise and chronic sickness, Two failed

Keep Walking

Keep Walking short poem

What shall I say to those with pride who too live at the edge with their backs against the fact! Just because you are hurt it doesn’t mean you will become violent! Just because you are shut it doesn’t mean

A Stride Beyond

A Stride Beyond short poem

Light casts shadows Of all it finds – Never its own ! You may dislike Liking me; But can’t stop me Liking you ! Life, neither an analogy Nor an anomaly, It’s an imagery – all along ; All left

Battle

Battle short poem

I know your hurts, and I know the pain I gave them to you but it wasn’t in vain So that one day you’d freely give me your all And cry out “yes Lord?” When you heard the call I’ve

Anything For You

Anything For You sonnet poems

A beauty at heart is found, Has become a part of my Life, The access to all my worldly activities is you You leaving me is a dreadful thing, Yet,You wished me to be happy, Never said no to your

A Baby Named Almost

A Baby Named Almost long poem

Something ominous and undefined, illustrative and versatile. Something ambiguous, and something so subtle it hardly exists. Almost is all these things and more. It occupies life around its every corner. It is the grey between the blacks and whites, The

Maybe (mumbai, July 2016)

Maybe (mumbai, July 2016) short poem

Maybe, just maybe, love is not a forever thing you know? Maybe it is just an evening spent taking crowded trains to unknown stations figuring announcements in foreign languages and wandering walks through dilapidated bylanes full of squishy muck and

Response

Response short poem

The myopic tongues of tall trees, going downhill to find the roots of four-letter words of dead, unspoken, but sung in dark. They had come out of the skin. River was flowing on emotional track, with heavy eyelids. Father said,

The Visitor

The Visitor short poem

The wait begins adorned with symbols for shadow to fall between hope and pretension. The moon will talk when the dew returns and clouds are hiding. He will come in a black cloak for a final assault with broken promises.

The Lost Art Of Being A Dandy

The Lost Art Of Being A Dandy short poem

What happened to the dandies Those gentlemen of the grandest Culture Destroyers of dreaded boundaries Mockers of meaningless morality Inquisitors of a profound lack of imagination Guardians of good taste Messengers of modernity What happened to those 19th century hipsters

Cuckoo

Cuckoo short poem

Cuckoo when I imitate your voice, You think it’s a rival who may trap your spouse, Don’t you trust she loves you, only you, How can anyone kidnap your spouse. I want to learn how a beloved is called In

Unloved Leaflets

Unloved Leaflets short poem

There comes a time when my frustration scales On seeing the heap of trash that smoothly trail Along with me, in my about to explode handbag, So much unwanted stuff, no time to clean, compelled to drag. So I start

Dream shore

Dream shore short poem

I dream of holy land Where exists my dream with a friend She is all for me forever How can I miss even for second there? I knew about her miserable time I used to cry sometimes I was never

Certainty

Certainty short poem

We certainly want to expose The Best side of ourselves To the public To our families and friends To our spouses. We certainly don’t want To let the dark thoughts and Dark desires see The Light of Day. We suppress

Let go

Let go short poem

When you ripped my mind and watched the fragments fly up around all over, I wonder how the frozen weightlessness of my memories of our past made you feel. Smiling, I let you go, while you still tried to melt

Only Death.

Only Death. short poem

Dig a hole and shout As death and destruction wage an exemplary war. Soft stranded hair Wailing waves Lead floating bodies astray. Who would cry for you my child? Who remembers the name with the guttural abyss? Who would cry

Break

Break prose poem

From the dizzy heights of my blind, blind love, From the darkest abyss of my sins, From the broken shards of your words that hurt, From the silence throbbing madly in my ears, From the rotten skin that I’ve been

My Name Is Joe

My Name Is Joe prose poem

Hello my name is Joe, I’m from planet Earth. I opened my eyes one day and found myself there. Where I was before I do not know. They taught me stuff, made me go to school. To keep alive I

What Is Beauty?    

What Is Beauty?     short poem

If My Face Was Deform, Would You Say, That I Was Ugly? If I Was A Little Over Weight, Could You Still See My Beauty? Does Beauty Have Anything To Do With My Complexion? Can Beauty Get Me A Job,

You, Only You

You, Only You short poem

Are you a nymph of heaven? The charm you spread is rare in earth, sonorous voice plays tune of ripples, air keeps away the past and future. I want to possess all beautiful things. So, I need you at my

Essence

Essence short poem

Two hearts beat for each other The bodies come closer By an invisible tether Inches apart yet miles deep Never letting the other weep No regret No expectations Never will fret No calculations He will stay She will support Through

Two Friends

Two Friends short poem

I feel like a teardop rolling down a face I can feel the shape of the cheek I trace I’m just salty water hanging it’s true But so much pain I have go through The pain of a child with

A Purple Umbrella

A Purple Umbrella long poem

A purple umbrella What once blocked the rain Now catches the opportunity A purple umbrella What protected me from discomfort Now prevents puddles A purple umbrella The comfort of not being wet Has been exchanged for the freedom to breath

Relentless And Radiant

Relentless And Radiant short poem

The soft-spoken man, and the twinkle in his eyes. The exuberance he contains, is incongruous with his seemingly frail body. His diligent yoga practice; his sincere enthusiasm, about the fruit diet; the radiance with which, he undergoes radiation; and his

Reptile Conscience

Reptile Conscience short poem

Liars eyes, reptile conscience, Forked tongue whispers, secret heart. Your fire, echoes of broken promises, Far gone is all that which we are. Ice berg, the ruination, Your words all begin to disintegrate. My words are now a termination; No

What If?

What If? short poem

What if love was free What if the sky were the sea Would that be better for you or me What if there was no doubt What if we understood what life was all about Would we all laugh and

Money – A Cruel Agent – 4

Money   A Cruel Agent – 4 short poem

The only big struggle Is for money bristle Finishes like a bubble When we see Sin puddle. Is this so thing doddle? Actually it is a circle Vicious; none to fiddle As it makes one nuzzle In their cozy castle.