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AS Nilsen Mar 2018
When human being sounds alien

I want to be called Woman
LDP Mar 2018
In quiet spaces...
I contemplate the essence of a breakthrough.
Trying to find the right words and the right time
To mentally and physically express what's on my mind.
Overpowering the loud with the rhymes that overcrowd
Such a condense space drifting me into an unknown place.
In quiet spaces...
I escape.
I find serenity in my own agape.
Reflecting on self-love and self-confidence
Trying to forget how society judges my relevance.
In quiet spaces...
I find me.
And I am happy to know
Who I am, where I'm going and who I want to be.


-LDP
Elena Taylor Mar 2018
But my darling girl,
Beauty doesn’t come from
collecting flowers and gems.
Stop searching for beauty
That you already hold within.
This is incomplete but one of my favorite lines from something I am working on currently. I just had to post it!
Annete Mar 2018
The distorted beauty perception
These girls have
All because you’ve told them
What they are and aren’t.

Bold sacrifices
Of timorous females
All for your only
Empyreal praise

There is no harm for you
To give them the sky
And see their glory
In the morning light.

For that every girl
Is a stardust
In her own shape and color,
In her light.

For that every girl
A tidal wave
Of glowing morning
And a silent night.
mel Mar 2018
the most dangerous weapon on earth
is a woman awakened to her
C o s m i c  R o o t s
unwavering in her voice and
unapologetic in her omnipotent truth
happy national women’s day~ siSTARS
jayant om Mar 2018
Dear Men,
I am a woman,
Whom you never saw As a fellow human being.
But as a body of blood, Holding those assets,
To satiate your cannibalistic desires.
You never searched the “me” within ‘me’
I also have the feelings which you never try to understand.
I am that conscious soul,
whom you call unfathomable.
I am a woman
I gave birth to you
I keep you in my womb for nine months
but, I see you staring at me stalking me
like a hungry beast
I am not a just a pound of flesh;
I am that conscious soul,
to whom you deny the rights.
When you strip off my shame,
from my parched skin,
You degrade your birth too.
You label me with names ****, *****…..
but you never think it’s you,
who come on the knees to get me at ‘BROTHELS’.
to prove you are the MAN
there, you don’t just play with my body only then,
you not only **** me but **** your souls too
Yes, I am that woman.
You pretend to worship me in temples
you fancy me in your dreams.
But, never adore me in reality.
When you sell me
in the market like an object then,
you sell your souls too.
Whenever you ****** me
Try to bully me
beat me in black and blue
For your pride
You step down As a man.
I am a woman
Yes, I ******* for five days
each month from puberty to menopause
to get prepared for becoming a mother
but, you treat me as untouchable on those days?!
I am a woman and am proud of who I am.
I am that being who is the alpha of all.
I am not just my body
I am a conscious soul.
(C) Jayant OM
Mother's Milk,
-feel no Whistles or Bells?

A river my poor state of mind,
feelings' worded
mediocre,
Meiotic
but I am home.

I wish to feel a bit more?
To expiate this Trollop!
Gibbeted?
-or boiled
I stew...

And finally,
yes finally...
...shall I **** the little Gnome?
I SHALL **** THE LITTLE GNOME.

Mendacious
not
Alone.
Bee Feb 2018
f
fight for our fearless
fallen face of ferocious
females for future
Louisa Coller Feb 2018
The storytelling poetic, symbolic and exotic,
the heartbeats of many ambitions follow.

The story touched hearts, brought people to dance,
a sunlit harmony of bodies.

The pain and the grieve written through their teeth,
laid there in public display.

For many dance to the romantic trance,
her pain and memories will stay.
This is actually a poem inspired by how much I currently am in love with the film 'La la land' and how many people most likely think I love it only for the romantic tropes, but in realistic viewpoints, I actually admire their characters individually much more.

Mia shows a lot of emotions in the regards to how I feel when I lose someone in my life and in a way I wanted to subtly replicate that emotion I feel in contrast to the romantic trope-following emotion of the masses. Sometimes, people genuinely like something more than what people would expect for.
Danielle Free Feb 2018
She’s slow dancing for lovers,
She’s crazy jazz in the moon light,
She’s still when it is silent
On a cold, tidal night.

Wavy air turns to a silver mist,
Shimmering on delicate cheeks,
It falls beneath the surface,
But the Sea, She cannot weep.
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