Feminism Poems
Sparkler
by Lauren Tilley
It's not like a rush of waves
Like I've read in those books
The innocent idyllic lies
Of fountain wishes and
Written dreams and
Patriarchal fantasies
All in illustration
Illusions? Delusions?
All the same
......
Toxic Feminism
by Disha Shree
She wasn't the same anymore, she'd never be again,
Young fires blazing, lit with the exuberance of youth,
Making her own definition, shaping the word,
She lived her life, no struggling to fit inside,
No cookie cutter sizes, not feeling anxious whether she fit or not,
Beauty radiating in the uniqueness of her self,
Defining herself, her ways to be,
And words? They were her slaves, not masters.
Not taking what was given to her,
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Woman/Girl/Yours
by Aspen McIlrath
You don’t want a woman but a lanky-limbed foal,
New, and still slick with her mother’s warmth,
A body trimmed with lace that smells of apple juice and spit,
Sensual, and fertile, and unmarked by blood.
You don’t want a woman but pigtails and ribbon,
Easy to pull, and to run through eager fingers,
Her hand grips your thigh while you croon some old hymn,
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Oven
by Natalie Brabble
I sit in ruins
thick, heavy smog
builds up behind
my eyelids.
But with that,
I must say,
I am suitably fine.
It’s my insides
......
Against Honor Killing
by Irfan Ali
What kind of honor, what kind of pride,
That steals a life, and lets justice slide,
For love’s sweet crime, blood is spilled,
This cruel game, where mercy is killed.
Old traditions, customs so bleak,
Where women are stories, forbidden to speak,
No right to live, no dreams to bloom,
What kind of society, what kind of doom?
......
Oven
by Natalie Brabble
I sit in ruins
thick, heavy smog
builds up behind
my eyelids.
But with that,
I must say,
I am suitably fine.
It’s my insides
......
Against Honor Killing
by Irfan Ali
What kind of honor, what kind of pride,
That steals a life, and lets justice slide,
For love’s sweet crime, blood is spilled,
This cruel game, where mercy is killed.
Old traditions, customs so bleak,
Where women are stories, forbidden to speak,
No right to live, no dreams to bloom,
What kind of society, what kind of doom?
......
Lost in the Woods
by Kirsten Moreton
TW: This poem features sensitive subjects including drink spiking.
I would love some feedback on the poems, especially about how it works rhythmically and grammatically. Please note, I am aware some letters are randomly capitalised, I don't know why it has done this!
Lost in the Woods
She walked, with jingling keys clutched to her side.
With a racing heart, sweating palms and a swelling in her throat.
She stumbled through the streets as they distorted,
as they twisted and contorted.
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Sparkler
by Lauren Tilley
It's not like a rush of waves
Like I've read in those books
The innocent idyllic lies
Of fountain wishes and
Written dreams and
Patriarchal fantasies
All in illustration
Illusions? Delusions?
All the same
......
Soy Mujer
by Kathleen Diaz
Soy Mujer
Soy Mujer con brazos fuertes
Con caderas que pueden crear vida
Con nariz de mi papá
Con labios de mi mami
Con cachetes que enseñan salud
Con arrugas de Felicidad y Vida ... Mi Vida
Con las palabras de ellos...
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