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Kara Shirlene Aug 2020
Women were made to roar.
So don't tell us to calm down.
We'll shake and howl,
And then stand proud
As we fix each other's crowns.

Women were made to speak.
So don't silence us when we scream.
We'll stomp and rave,
And then release
The lioness within- Strong & Brave.

Women were made to lead.
So don't pretend we won't.
We'll rise and march,
And carry on fiercely,
Every sister rooted in her strength.

Women were made to bleed.
So don't act like we are weak.
We'll shed our skin,
And be renewed,
Ready to roar again.
©KSS 4/2020
SiouxF Aug 2020
Who is the woman in the mirror?
This morning it was a fierce woman
Standing in her power
Ready and willing to take on the world
On her terms.
Not just a survivor
But a thriver
A Phoenix Risen from the ashes
In all her glory
Staring right back at you.
The past hurt, pain and abuse
That had kept her playing small,
Lying all around her
In tatters,
Like dust upon the floor,
No longer attached to her,
No power in them.
Only the fierceness
Of the woman
In the mirror

🦁
This was originally called Fierce
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2020

Daughter of the moon
Ride swift winds with a taut bow
Fierce upon the hunt


This haiku is dedicated to Artemis, Goddess of the Moon.
Again, another Goddess whom I adore, haha!
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
A heavy poem will be dropping soon, just making the final touches!
Much love,
Lyn 💜
Zhavaed Haemaed May 2020
Don't live in hope for a better future. The better future we hope for is a farce. Live now, love now, love fiercely. Make each moment count.
Advice to a friend in love
At The Cafe
I heard her say to the teary-eyed lady
as they sliced their custard creams,
" Move on and go find someone else"
As if suggesting to take that knife and slice
that face out of her brain and replace it with
another. As if perhaps she should cut out
her heart and separate it from the rest of
her. I suppose the thoughtless lady was only
trying to help. I suppose that's normal procedure
in such circumstances. Like quickly go find a
lollipop for god's sake.
I felt like saying to the broken woman;
wait a bit. No need to be in such a rush.
This terrible ache, this fierce wrenching
this oozing sore is love disguised.
You'll come to it. You will. No substitute
necessary.
That someone else is waiting
in the dim horizon, fresh faced and true
with eyes that pierce through
the mish mash of dough and syrup
of wounds and ruins of love and war
and sharp metal objects.
That someone else is you, whole
and undisguised.
You can't rush that.
You'll come to it
You will.
The sorrow of loss, breakup, the slow journey through the shadow into acceptance. Finding oneself in the midst of despair without trying to find a new fix.
I can’t love you gently,
It isn’t in my blood
To only give a portion
Of this heart.

I can’t love you gently;
My bones creak your
Name and my skin
Smells of you.

No, I can’t love you gently
When all this vessel is,
Is heart, and love, and
Love, and love.

I love with all of me;
I love fiercely and with
Strength. I can’t be loved,
Nor can I love you, gently.
Grace Haak Dec 2019
I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you
You make my blood boil
You make my fists clench
My eyes squint
into a scowl
when I see your smug smile
lips curled
teeth bared
slandering my name
Go on ahead!
I know I am not to blame
for all the late nights of confusion
and all the moments of obsessive intrusion
You twist the story
say I'm no better
Leaving on my doorstep
a grammatically incorrect letter
Ah, nothing makes my skin crawl
more than the improper use of "you're"
"your a liar"
"you never take responsibility for you're actions"
God, I don't know where I ever found attraction!
You can condemn me all day to hell
but at least I know how to ******* spell!
You say that I make you absolutely sick
doesn't mean much coming from a
wannabe preppy pretense of a *****
Delete my number from your phone
Get a life and leave me alone
Stop penciling paragraphs
full of mean and spite
saying you don't know how I sleep at night
Well, the joke's on you
I don't actually sleep
And I don't miss your stupid Jeep
I literally have my own.
Again, put down your phone
and pick up a book
because being a *******
isn't exactly a fallback career
You got that? Have I made it clear?
You can go assassinate my character
to your nonexistent group
I'll just be ranting to my poet friends
on an online website everyone can see....
oops
my anger has subdued this was just a fun one i found

also: excuse my profanities
Niki Gray Dec 2019
In my head again
fighting a battle
I know I can't win.

Shut down or stand up,
never good enough.
Insecurities.

Conceding no more,
hesitation gone,
I've settled the score.

Look in the mirror,
dismiss my disguise.
Fierce and Strong I rise.
Still pretty new to poetry and trying different styles.  This one I believe is called syllabic verse and contains 5 syllables per line.  Thank you for reading hope you enjoy it.  Thank you to all whom love and support me.  Special thanks to my husband, children, brother and friends (S.M., C.H. and anyone else I forgot.)  Thank you C. Love for the revising suggestions and Gretchen Miller for the title.
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