#femalepoets - Hello Poetry

Who's there? Hello... Hello who? Hello Poetry

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Jun 25, 2020

Jun 25, 2020 at 4:26 PM UTC

Kokowrites_

Knock!knock!!

Who's there? Hello... Hello who? Hello Poetry

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tell me how to strip off this breastplate and dress myself in pure, lace bodice washed in all shades of subservience, when lilith herself taught me to bare to no man — bow to no man. the soil of these lands are built on liberation; your ribs stake no claim to what they do not own. they merely return to dust and ashes — the very material of the land you betrayed — the land you watched burn down, and i'll tell you this: this land, it will drift, shake, crumble to create a catacomb big enough for all the deaths you deserve. honey, this is no prophecy. this is no threat. this is justice out of the ribs of those who'd fallen; this is justice at the hands of the oppressed.

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Jun 5, 2020

Jun 5, 2020 at 2:53 AM UTC

femininedeath

daughter of lilith

tell me how to strip off this breastplate and dress myself in pure, lace bodice washed in all shades of subservience, when lilith herself taught me to bare to no man — bow to no man. the soil of these lands are built on liberation; your ribs stake no claim to what they do not own. they merely return to dust and ashes — the very material of the land you betrayed — the land you watched burn down, and i'll tell you this: this land, it will drift, shake, crumble to create a catacomb big enough for all the deaths you deserve. honey, this is no prophecy. this is no threat. this is justice out of the ribs of those who'd fallen; this is justice at the hands of the oppressed.

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The goblins came And took it away They took my soul and sped away Neither here nor there They spread it everywhere Leaving me yearning As I drift through everywhere Like pollen, scattered In search of buds So does my soul drift away The goblins thought it funny They might have thought it kind But oh! If only they would scurry To find that which once was mine To return it to me Oh how divine

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Apr 23, 2020

Apr 23, 2020 at 3:58 PM UTC

ilse-de-klerk

The goblins came

The goblins came And took it away They took my soul and sped away Neither here nor there They spread it everywhere Leaving me yearning As I drift through everywhere Like pollen, scattered In search of buds So does my soul drift away The goblins thought it funny They might have thought it kind But oh! If only they would scurry To find that which once was mine To return it to me Oh how divine

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As I lie here and ponder by the light of the lamp The stillness envelops me as the city falls asleep So much time has passed since I first took flight So many steps have been taken So many winding corners turned Still I find myself wondering I still find myself wandering The road still so unsteady The corners so many But as I hold my breath I swallow a sigh I close my eyes and hold my head up high

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Apr 23, 2020

Apr 23, 2020 at 3:39 PM UTC

ilse-de-klerk

Wonder

As I lie here and ponder by the light of the lamp The stillness envelops me as the city falls asleep So much time has passed since I first took flight So many steps have been taken So many winding corners turned Still I find myself wondering I still find myself wandering The road still so unsteady The corners so many But as I hold my breath I swallow a sigh I close my eyes and hold my head up high

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have you ever noticed that you never see famous female poets who look like marilyn or nicki or ari? even the girls today whose words are celebrated can't sell their rhymes without selling their bodies. i guess the new femme fatale might be less feminist than i thought: when your looks can **** they ****** your ideas. when your lips pucker like roses and your body is angelic-- we let you take our libidos to heaven but not our minds.

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Nov 25, 2018

Nov 25, 2018 at 4:08 PM UTC

micaelagrace

femme fatale

have you ever noticed that you never see famous female poets who look like marilyn or nicki or ari? even the girls today whose words are celebrated can't sell their rhymes without selling their bodies. i guess the new femme fatale might be less feminist than i thought: when your looks can **** they ****** your ideas. when your lips pucker like roses and your body is angelic-- we let you take our libidos to heaven but not our minds.

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