"feminity" poems
An innovative, creative, calm serenity
A spirit of togetherness and humanism
A patient, peaceful, joyful emotion
Independence
Different shades of Turquoise
A new, fresh, hopeful place of rest
Healing
Natural
Growth and development
Success
Vitality
A joyful, happy warming effect
Energetic
Sunshine
Arousal of cheerful feelings and freshness
Great mental stimulant
A classy, luxury glitz of glamour
A confident, generous, self-work
A victorious , royal, happy-to-go-look
An abundant, shiny, excess extrovert
Sophisticated
Written By; Esther Esuga
An innovative, creative, calm serenity
A spirit of togetherness and humanism
A patient, peaceful, joyful emotion
Independence
Different shades of Turquoise
A new, fresh, hopeful place of rest
Healing
Natural
Growth and development
Success
Vitality
A joyful, happy warming effect
Energetic
Sunshine
Arousal of cheerful feelings and freshness
Great mental stimulant
A classy, luxury glitz of glamour
A confident, generous, self-work
A victorious , royal, happy-to-go-look
An abundant, shiny, excess extrovert
Sophisticated
Written By; Esther Esuga
An innovative, creative, calm serenity
A spirit of togetherness and humanism
A patient, peaceful, joyful emotion
Independence
Different shades of Turquoise
A new, fresh, hopeful place of rest
Healing
Natural
Growth and development
Success
Vitality
A joyful, happy warming effect
Energetic
Sunshine
Arousal of cheerful feelings and freshness
Great mental stimulant
A classy, luxury glitz of glamour
A confident, generous, self-work
A victorious , royal, happy-to-go-look
An abundant, shiny, excess extrovert
Sophisticated
Written By; Esther Esuga
A sweet , young , pretty , subtle-charm
A girly, warm, bright sense of appeal
A cute, Fun, attractive, soft touch of feminity
A spark of warmth and tenderness with friends and family
An unconditional love, friendship and care.
An elegant pink
A royal, noble, selfless form of leadership
An enlightened, balanced state of maturity
A mixture of the feminine and masculine energies
An alluring, luxury of mystic fantasy
A beautiful, calm , calculated sense of wisdom
A color of heat, love, power and hot-passion
A vibrant, provoking, brave sense of will power
A seductive, romantic list of appetite
An attention grabbing, sharp rhythm of excitement
A color of signs
A calm, loyal, productive and conservative effect on humanity
A strong connection with masculinity
A rich, hopeful, desiring-lucky-go charm
A color of intuition and the sixth sense
Mostly heavenly and soothing to the mind and body
A friendly, stable , sincere, expertise of understanding
A cheerful, creative,bright-sunshine
A warm, happy, joyful, energetic summer
A spirit of optimism and success
Shades of orange
Angelic
A meek, peaceful note of simplicity
Pure, heavenly and gentle
An innocent, good act of precision
Positive
A powerful, bold, confident elegance
Wealth
A formal, classy sense of sophistication
Sexuality
Proudly black and beautiful
A color that absorbs
A strong, honest form of endurance
A stable, warm, comfortable, sense of maturity
A friendly note of earthly attitude
A bond with earth and its nature
A mediator between black and white
A neutral, reserved and modest aura
A solid, elegant form of maturity
A reliable, formal dignified class
A shiny, wealthy glitz of glamour
A modern sense of creativity
A gentle , graceful, kind touch of femininity
Sensitive
An innovative, creative, calm serenity
A spirit of togetherness and humanism
A patient, peaceful, joyful emotion
Independence
Different shades of Turquoise
A new, fresh, hopeful place of rest
Healing
Natural
Growth and development
Success
Vitality
A joyful, happy warming effect
Energetic
Sunshine
Arousal of cheerful feelings and freshness
Great mental stimulant
A classy, luxury glitz of glamour
A confident, generous, self-work
A victorious , royal, happy-to-go-look
An abundant, shiny, excess extrovert
Sophisticated
Written By; Esther Esuga
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 3:58 AM UTC
when i was 4 i was ashamed of feminity
when i was 5 i started comparing myself to other girls
when i was 7 i weighed myself on a daily basis
when i was 8 i thought that if i wasnt skinny i wasnt beautiful
when i was 10 i learned the word ****
when i was 12 i hurt myself because i didnt think i was good enough
when i was 13 i wore a shirt that showed my shoulders in school. i was told i was asking for it
when i was 14 i had to go to a psychologist because my self esteem was so low i wanted to die
i still cant wear a skirt without someone commenting on its length
i still cant speak my mind and have a man take me seriously
i still cant mutter the word "feminism" without a boy looking at me like i'm ****
i still look in the mirror and hate myself
i still wonder if im asking for it
i still worry about walking the streets alone and my brother never did
i still get asked why i need feminism
because being called a girl is an insult
because men STILL think its all about men
because im more worried about being ***** than how my grades are
because no matter how smart i am, a boy is somehow better
because girls still die everyday as feminism is disregarded
because feminism is "a joke"
because "why isnt it called equalism?"
because i feel that we are worth it
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 7:16 PM UTC
Feminity for me
was discovering you
when I took you for a ride
on my bajaj discover
Charming for me
was talking to you
when you would call me
and I would call you
and we would talk
till 3:00am in the morning
Love for me is you
when I get blazingly angry
almost raging like a mad bull
and you calm me down
with your patience and grace
~ avijeet musafir das
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 5:50 AM UTC
Feline Feminity made masculine
by hands that want to...
LOVE
Feb 12, 2010
Feb 12, 2010 at 8:31 PM UTC
We’re the lunatics in this world full of normalcy. The honest liars , unaffected by the universal hypocrisy.
Hand in hand , we’ll take a stand. For better or worse; ash to ash , dust to dust. Keeping in mind , the world has its haters , its got the just. But the right to love is infringed by this superficial bunch.
Their judgmental eyes, prying noses. Sticking in places they shouldn’t be; Judging people who stick it in places they shouldn’t be.
In god we trust , this godforsaken nation. I don’t think god cares if you’re gay or lesbian. Never was it written that it makes you less of a being.
But woe to the one who dreams of equality. Support what I say or you’re just spreading misogyny. Racism and sexism don’t exist for the majority. All of this **** spread by zealotry.
Spreading your legs is oppressing my feminity. Misandry is a lie says she, speech full of obscenities.
Forgotten are those who suffer in silence, The lies of brats masking the violence.
Where is my privilege? I’m straight, white, and male. You sip on your pumpkin spice, Telling me to rot in hell, For the basic transgression of begging for help.
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC
Tears marked the ****** of his masculinity
Feminity died with the mud on her jeans
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 8:17 PM UTC
When you're walking down the street
And our eyes meet
It's my masculinity
That takes over me
My sights grow keen
And I offer you my shoulder to lean on
Your feminity
Intoxicates and I falter
Your hair shines
Like the sun in the water
I don't believe the lines
Read from the script in your head
Apr 9, 2012
Apr 9, 2012 at 10:17 PM UTC
I am in love with this young woman.
She dances through my dreams
like a filly foal, frisky, full of fun.
She knows she is a beauty,
but wants to share with me each iota
of her new-found feminity.
She prances into my my heart
with no timidity and makes her home
there to share her love with me
unfettered, unafraid. She wraps
her braided golden hair around
my chest so I can sleep not nor rest.
The rest is ecstasy that has no end,
except a new beginning of the same.
Tame she is not. She is Eros come aflame.
Shame? Why should she be?
In some cosmic way, she has always known
that fluids she ********** are but tears
of pure passion, joy, to be savored
by her and me. Night becomes day,
but there is no end to this melody
of moans and murmurs. I hold her
in my arms forever,
this young woman whom I love.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
May 30, 2021
May 30, 2021 at 11:31 AM UTC
Even they did sow
A seed of love
They waited and deliberated
But the seed would not germinate
They wept
They prayed
They consulted and tested
But the shoot from the seed
In refusal, stayed within
It seared through her heart
To see other farms lush
Pain and pang both
While her being barren
Scared her
She withered!
A woman without a child
Can she not crumble?
sometimes self pity
Sometimes anger
An unspoken question
Forever would poke at her
Her feminity bore all
Concerns, questions, pain and ridicule
Still without loosing her will
She decided she would fight brave
Wage a war against luck!
Today she holds a babe
In her arms
Her smiles are young
Laden with warm promises
His eyes twinkle and dream at distance
Their wait is blessed
And so is the soul
Now with parents, protection
Love and care
A family framed
A new legacy waiting to be made!
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 6:41 AM UTC
every time you teach her that masculinity is strength,
you put a nail in her newborn coffin.
because you have taught her that she is simply an extra to a man's story,
she will wander hopelessly trying to find that strength in men who will only give her half-truths.
she will endure pain because she is nothing but a weak willed woman.
every time you teach him that feminity is weakness,
you have tied the noose for his little neck.
because he will always put himself down because he should be a man not a boy and weakness just doesn't fit in that box,
he will never learn how crying is an artform.
he will forever be a boy.
so keep your bigoted ideologies inside and throw away the key,
because the greatest gift you could give to your darling is to be free.
Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 3:31 PM UTC
Feline feminity made masculine by hands that want to...
Love.
Curved carvings chisled on your face,
led me to a flower
That I caress, you touch
we say so much,
(but without a word)
for your body gives it away.
Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 4:14 PM UTC
The Poetess heart is easily broken. It does not live in this world of confusion. I live in world of the incurable romantic I do not like the 21st century where love is replaced with lust and *** and gone is feminity and everything lady like. You wanted distance to pursue your impossible dream of becoming a homeless musician in the streets of Nashville rather than share a life with me. ******* with the women online dating sites to support your dream and give you *** What is more important love, and romance, or high school *** You call yourself a Christian but you can not be a Christian if all you want is ***
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 7:58 PM UTC
Blood gushed in, flooding my brain
from the lane before the highway
the Staples before the flame
the words that made a laughter
it hurts and blanketed dread
By the match box is my name
written in small words of despair
but even matches do not lit
for I lack all the masculine
and the feminity of flare
I'm ashamed as it tricked me
as the reality unfolds me
and my little mask of happy thoughts
they came back to original posts
I apologize that this I'm born
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 11:26 AM UTC
It starts off with your lungs playing tug of war with the air around you.
Your body knows it needs air, but it doesn't want to give it to you.
And you open your mouth wider, in the hopes that someone would hear you but white noise swallows you, and anxiety grabs you, and pulls you deeper into the airless atmosphere.
objects don't look like objects, leg bobbing, finger twitching accompanied by chest filled with nothing. Swollen chest as if you had just swallowed a gulp of water, un yet there's nothing there. A chest with nothing but a confused heart and broken lungs and helpless as you meerkat search for air around you to save you from this waterless drowning.
Anxiety.
It has the power to make you feel helpless, like a power driven man pushing his dominance against you reminding you that you're a powerless woman, and this is what feminity has given you. weakness.
Anxiety.
It has the power to make you feel powerless until you submit to it and give it everything you have.
Your deep breaths can't save you, your stress ***** and uncontrollable twitches are not enough to save you from this feeling of uncertainty.
Anxiety.
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 4:30 AM UTC
Be beautiful. Tory beautiful. This body is not mine, it is like I am the demon who just won't give my body back, exorcists won't work now. Handsome. Be handsome trent, broaden shoulders boyish figure happy smile. No need to pretend who you are. "Pretty", "cute", " beautiful" this isn't me I've worn my mask most of my seventeen years and Halloween has passed. Its time to be me. Be strong. Trent be strong, the edges of this dire masquerade are slowly peeling and my head is reeling body rumbles. More. More masculinity less femininity. She says this is who you are and who you have been to me. To me you are Trent. Scrub my teeth, my tongue, my mouth, rub my skin raw til I bleed that's how I know I will get Tory off of me. Clench my teeth sew my jaw shut, swallow the tears pooling in my eyes. I can't live in this lie. They make it their mission to make the wrong pronouns . Tory was just a mask I wore until Trent had enough strength to come out. Breathe. Trent breathe deeply forget who's staring back at you in the mirror. Play pretend your just a drag queen and the world is your runway for the day. Panic will rise inside your chest but you must swallow it. Be silent Trent be silent, they don't want to hear how this is not you. They've grown accustomed to the feminity, silent be silent . silence is what killed me last time and its not fair I have to glue my mouth shut because you are uncomfortable with who I am.
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 9:13 AM UTC
She is icy/hot,
Hot and cold like Gobi Desert.
When she is icy,
She is cold as Antarctica,
Breathtakingly beautiful, alluring, allusive,
Frigid as a stone,
Aloof as the stars,
Frosty as an iceberg.
Her steel blue eyes can pierce your very being,
Her wintry smile stops you in mid-sentence.
When she is aroused,
She becomes a smouldering volcano,
Tempestuous, cascading hot lava
of desire,
As fiery as a glowing Sun,
As passionate as a young lover,
She emits an aura of sensuality,
She becomes an inferno of ecstasy ,
A bagful of icy/hot feminity.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 6:43 AM UTC
So overwhelmingly full of life,
Elegant inside out
And still the highest form of aesthetic
Infinitely pure and untainted
Most resilient, most supple
Redefining every limit, every boundaries set
But running the smallest of errands unkempt
You, the fitting mother, sister, daughter, wife
You, who they worship, and on whom they take jibes
You, they educate, and who they ask to stay quiet
You, they adore, still look at with their ill eyes
You, for who they campaign with respect
You, who is on their tongue in times of distress
You, who stands like a mountain against every fall
But you, who is called weak and is prisoned to four walls
You, who protects life in its most subtle age
You, they say need protection at every stage
You, who has never had the strength to say no
You, who has accepted every challenge in one go
You, whose appalling smile mesmerises even God
You, whose silent tears are not valued at all
You, whose voice takes away all fear
You, whose voice is their greatest fear
Under whose shadow a man grows
And whose image he tarnishes with the abuses he throws.
You, lady.
You, the creator of life, of happiness, of bonding, of humanity
You, the goddess of beauty, of ecstasy, of strength, of feminity
Stay calm, but never stay quiet
Stay warm, but not elastic
Stay humble, but stay in their sight
You, remain undeniably superior
Though unaccepted
Out of sheer shame
Yet, the pretty hearts know
Every giant war for them
is for you
a fulfilling game.
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 7:15 AM UTC
With her brown boot on the carriage seat,
filing her nails
she was the detriment
of feminity.
The self was her only care,
mid thirties nurtured
the south east London way.
A night out planned at New Cross
she held no fear
educationally detached
raw emotions like nicotine cravings
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 2:03 PM UTC
I learned in those years
That intensity was a sin
And sensitivity was the mark
Of an emotional wreck.
A girl in touch with
Her wild wild feminity
Is to scorn, to control
And wrap in tissue paper
Gingerly placed in the corner
Of the top drawer.
I am day by day
Unwrapping slowly, thank God.
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 9:52 AM UTC
While other girls skirts get shorter my hair does, while other girls ******* seem to get bigger mine continuously get binded down as to not let anyone know not even a speck of feminity shows upon this body. While other girls get loved by boys who say the right thing, I am that boy loving those girls the right way. But sadly trying to find someone who will love this broken body mended together with male pronouns and miscellaneous objects I need to be more masculine. The fear a girl will never love me because I will be female genitilia mixed with a deep voice and bearded face haunts my waking moment. Who will want to love someone with a huge god **** target on their back? Death always a shadow to walk behind every step of mine to show my time is surely ticking. I tried on that coat with you watching, to see if you approve and you scoffed "its just your style" as if being a man inside a woman's body is simply put "just a style" how can feeling like a stranger in your own body be a style a fad if you will. If I could choose to be happy in this girls body I really would but now I'm stuck arguing if being myself is really such a good idea
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC
White dots stood out on dark blue silk, wrapped the delight whimsical,
cute, adorable, much better than kilt,
the slightest gentle touch they tickle.
Vines, jet black sturdy healthy,
dancing carelessly when the wind blows steady,
Elegance comme il faut at the top of the world,
A tempest romance as the ravens twirl.
Black holes enthralls as emerald grey fields,
Demands submission of those dare gaze,
The best is seen in those who yield,
A beauty silent attention appreciates.
Along the journey lay a spiritual hill,
Breath of life swirl through it with zeal,
High and pointy, Uluru bound insecure,
But tis a spiritual hill that emanates allure.
The crater below, softly, ever dormant,
Its gentle kiss enchants the lust of many,
Encouragement eruptions a common occurance,
A well of life the volcano's true identity.
Etched on pearl white clay, treble and bass,
the sound of music sings the tune of grace.
Confident and strong the flow of feminity,
Do not mistake its strength for masculinity.
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 10:28 PM UTC