Woman Poems
I Am
by John Clare
I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am! and live with shadows tost
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life nor joys,
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Disabled
by Wilfred Owen
He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,
And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park
Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,
Voices of play and pleasure after day,
Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.
About this time Town used to swing so gay
When glow-lamps budded in the light blue trees,
And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim,-
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neptune
by Mishka M
i long to be seen, as soft as the sea,
with waves of grace, unspoken, yet free.
a shimmer of moonlight on neptune’s face,
a fluid dance in the dark’s embrace.
i reach for the stars, to be seen and adored,
in silken whispers, my essence restored.
a goddess rising from the ocean’s deep,
where secrets are hidden, and promises sleep.
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The City In Which I Loved You
by Li-Young Lee
And when, in the city in which I love you,
even my most excellent song goes unanswered,
andI mount the scabbed streets,
the long shouts of avenues,
and tunnel sunken night in search of you...
That I negotiate fog, bituminous
rain rining like teeth into the beggar's tin,
or two men jackaling a third in some alley
weirdly lit by a couch on fire, that I
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What I Didn'T Do This Summer!
by Ruth Craig
I didn't write that novel
I've dreamed of for many years
Nor did I climb Mt. Everest
(I'm really scared of heights)
I didn't swim the English Channel
(It was a bit too far)
I didn't win a Pulitzer
Nor was Woman of the Year
I didn't have a face lift
Nor lose those extra pounds
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My little Barbie doll
by Aldo Kraas
My little Barbie doll
I am not a Barbie doll
People
God made me
With a nature skin
Some people say that
I just need to wear
Some make up
To look beautiful
I don't wear make up
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neptune
by Mishka M
i long to be seen, as soft as the sea,
with waves of grace, unspoken, yet free.
a shimmer of moonlight on neptune’s face,
a fluid dance in the dark’s embrace.
i reach for the stars, to be seen and adored,
in silken whispers, my essence restored.
a goddess rising from the ocean’s deep,
where secrets are hidden, and promises sleep.
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Hymn to the woman
by Aldo Kraas
Woman
You are God's gift to the world
Woman
You are
The flowers that grow wild
Around the river
Woman
The water of the river
Is flowing slowly
Woman
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Reclining Rose
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Reposed in shadows
within a realm of colors
dusty rose gown blurs.
All the flowers she adores ~
as gold love's beamed out of doors.
Green and purple blooms
are always in her warm face ~
'til she sinks in grace.
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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
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William Butler Yeats (88 poems about Woman)
W.B. Yeats] (13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland -
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John Greenleaf Whittier (11 poems about Woman)
17 December 1807 – 7 September 1892 / Haverhill, Massachusetts