"womens" poems
Why must Mens' pants and Womens' pants be separate categories?
Why can't pants be unisex?
What the **** is this obsession with gender roles?
I can understand cuts of fabric being different measurements due to ****** dimorphism, but still, this is ridiculous.
Women get the best fabric patterns, the best stylism and the widest selection.
As a male who digs on style, I find this sexist.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC
- A Psalm Of Johnson when he committed a ****** sin
Oh Yahweh, Oh my Yahweh, I must confess,
I sinned against you and now my life's a mess.
No matter how hard I try to do whats right,
Hot women end up being my kryptonite.
Aug 22, 2021
Aug 22, 2021 at 6:11 PM UTC
One more time raise your voice, my little girl
One more time hold the ***** hand approach you
One more time cut that tongue that gave you the names
One more time take the avatar of empowered "Maha Kali"
One more time be UNSTOPPABLE
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 10:01 AM UTC
Bare feet
Teared clothes
Eyes with tears
Consoling her fear
She was *****
Broken and burned
Still people taped
Her parents told her
You'll be not married
Nor have kids
It's better to be silent and mild
Her voice being shivered
Shouted! If my words
Will not shout
Rapists voice will be loud
World will make me choose
Tough honor or life
I have nothing to loose
Nothing to loose
People may refuse
May repel my voice
But i being robbed
And justice is what
I wanna eloped ♥️
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 12:36 AM UTC
.
*Lead me not into temptation of thee,
taunt me not with memory of thy desire,
tease me not with thy seduction of lust,
for thou hast cast a *** spell I admire.
Come hither, bring the grail of thy body,
take me as thy man and mark me,
cast thy symbol 'cross my naked skin,
submit to thy urge and smile at me darkly.
Cut deep, wield thy passion with honour,
thy tongue my ardour to bring alive,
thou employ wicked witchy womens ways
and I see Need deep within thine eyes.
Come hither, bring the paragon of thy want,
give nymph chance to thy beating soul,
shatter me softly with thy perfumes,
take thy fill of love and sagely lose control.*
© Pagan Paul (11/11/17)
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC
the new tupac will have you too walkin with gangstas
the new two stupidity now two steppin with prankstas
murked the first one sayin he's blacker the berry
when i'm sweeter than juice
bass voiced top me if you want to experience that jacked tweeters induced
when i own all of Victoria's secrets as proof
tellin me what the body when all his deducement has him actin when he's wearin his shoes
crypt walking like that it's only talk
missed balking like has bass fits jocking as his only walk
******* with me when All Hailed Mary like if she was his when is only stolen balk
I'm walkin again the gauntlet cuz all the women they want this flauntin all **** like if i was jackin all the wanted
like ghost whippin me imma follow you till i'm haunted
pain really, so bow down, when my diamonds glisten
listen again is just as well bilateral biased has his confused his like the ol' eminem was in the new form gettin his face jacked again
like me smokin crack with friends like all given enemies stressed was all given was a race black and then
we actually are the same race like i knew you back like i owned all the streets like his females thuggin as heathen
**** riding i'll **** your *** up like settin me up when i'm always the last muthafucken breathin
exposing the ***** heathen breathin like if you were the only man catching bullet rounds exposed like the new you was still alive
to the next ** hiked my socks up construed you at hit stupidity when will ride
ghettos owned by just the black reppin when you're steppin the whack, honest it was just onyx
i'll blast your *** like if you stole my pump shotty:
like i never was wanted runst follies
anamoly run has all criminal cops all fathering fun deceiving that all to gain was never greed when all greed in need bothering sons:
all you still down with me when we ride it
looking like a *** while i'm guy gee stag when you're looking into their eyes, they'd know comparison of a bird control as if fathering guys
my knowledge is flight applauding the time, are you still down with me
i hide behind the love of beauty of my womens eyes when you're looking like the female opened you up to your face compared to opening thighs
they don't know like how you stare in the future that tommorow comes only after the dark
knowing me marks the coming of the actual god
I am "unconditional heart"
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 11:59 AM UTC
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Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 9:36 AM UTC
Spent my hard earned money buying stuff I seen on commercials
with two singers claiming all they use was the stuff I bought to fix faces.
Both them women got to be telling fibs if they said a little bit of
skin fixer works good did not work and used full bottle and nothing.
I googled them womens pictures and seen how they faces look bad
and messed up and both got blotchy skin and look real tired in pictures.
Seen all them commercials with them woman I am talking about
saying all they used was that stuff but saying did not work on me.
I would be fibbing if I posted I thought those women are pretty
in google search pictures of them without tons of makeup I see on their faces.
No make up do make them look like not so good as women called plain Jane.
Simple telling when women ain't plenty made up or they not wearing skin fixer
when they got them dark circles and darker spots like some pictures I seen when I google.
We got a few women looking very pretty cause they got that natural beauty.
I not grandma old but I got crows feet and cracking lines on my face.
I been trying making up my face with gobs of crap and went to expert at store
where rich folks shop and I know I did not look good like she lied to me
telling me I looked good but that mirror in that store showed me truth.
No more making up this face cause I was born to be what I am not pretty.
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 5:01 AM UTC
They Seem ...
STRANGE ... To Me ...
Don't They ... To You ... ?!?
The Things That People ....
Sometimes .... Do .... ?
Don't Worry Folks ...
I'll ... Give You PROOF ...
That People ... Make ...
Some ... FUNNY Moves ... ?!?
How About ... THIS ... ?
To ... Start Things Off ...
OUTRAGE ... Over .... !!!!!!!!!
Coc' Head " .... MOSS ...
" APOLOGIES " .....
And ... Sponsorship GONE ... !!!!!
Just ... LOCK HER UP ... !!!
Hasn't She ... Done WRONG ... ?!?
Well ...
FRIEND of Hers' ...
"WITHIN" ... The BIZ' ...
Are Showing Support ...
For ... " POOR Katie " ... !!!!!!
People Like ........
Ahhh Yes ... ROBBIE ... ??!??
"Leave her alone !!!" ...
Is ... Robbies' PLEA ... ?
Could There Be ... ?
Some More ... " Druggies " ...
Getting ... LOADS ... !!! ...
of ... CASH MONEY ... ???
While Others ...
Live In ... " Poverty " ... !!!?!!!
Take Your Time .........................
And ... Think It Through ..........................
While I ... Give You ...
Some More Proof ...
That People Make ...
The ...
STRANGEST Moves ... ?!?
Why Do Girls ... ?
Act So ........ Aloof .......... ?!?
And ... Make Men Feel ....
That ... They Aren't Cool ...
But Get ... UPSET ...
When Men ... REJECT ...
The Chance To ... Talk ...
And ......................................... IGNORE Them ... !?!
Maybe Because ......................
They're Getting ... WET ...
And KNOW They Want Them ...
..... In Their Bed ..... !!!!!
Girls Like THIS ...
Just ... Get Me VEX ... !!!
They ... Act As Though ...
What's In Their Head ...
Should Make A Man ...
Kneel Down And ... BEG ...
Just To .... Spend ....
Some Time With Them ... !!!?!!!
That's Why I Wrote A Piece ...
Called ... " *** and Texts " ...
Cos' ... Texting Now ...
Leaves Me ... " PERPLEXED " ... ?
I've ... Said It Before ...
And Will ... Say It AGAIN ... !!!
That's NO WAY ...
To ... Communicate ... !!!!!
But Nowadays ....
It's Used In Ways ...
That ...
May Make STRAIGHT MEN ...
Become ... GAY ... !!!!!!!!!!!
That's Why I Like ...
To KEEP Girls' Texts ...
And Use Their Words ...
To ... Get Them VEX ... !!!
"Remember your text ?
Should I show you babe ?"
"NO cos', that's not what I meant,
I merely meant, can't we be friends."
"Ahhh friendship right
but. in your text,
the word, "Friendship",
was not transcribed ???"
"Well, you were supposed to RECOGNISE !"
"RECOGNISE What ?
Oh, read what you meant,
between the lines ?"
"NO, my text was just a text
let's move on, cos' now i'm Vex !"
SEE ... What I Mean !!!
Some Girls ARE STRANGE ... ?!?
And Sometimes ... " ACT " ...
Like They're ... " DERANGED " ... !?!
It Seems ... Some Girls ...
DON'T Use Their Brains ... !!!!!
That's Why These Days ...
I Now ... REFRAIN ...
From ... Getting Into ...
Womens' Games ... !!!
How About THIS ... ?
My Friends And I ...
Were ... Just In FITS ... !!!!!
You Get ... "INTIMATE" ...
With A ... PRETTY Girl ...
But See That She's ...
In ... " HER OWN WORLD "... !!!
She Says ...
"Let's keep a low profile !"
So ...
You Say ... " Cool " ...
But Here's The ... " Move " ...
In PUBLIC ... She Now ...
.... " IGNORES You " ....
You ... " Do Your Do " ...
But Then ... When You ...
Start ... " Making Moves " ...
With ... OTHER People ...
In The ... Room ....
Here It Comes ... !!!!!
You KNOW The Move ... !!!
She ... Makes A SCENE ...
In Front Your Crew ...
And STORMS Outside ... !!!!!
But ... When We Leave ...
She's ... Waiting There ...
Wearing ... YES ...
A ... CHEEKY Smile ...
You ... Play It Out ...
"What was that about ?" ...
But Then She Starts ...
To ... RUN HER MOUTH ... !!!!!
That's ...
When You Say ...
"Okay, I'm out !" ...
What Does She Do ... ?
Stand There And ... " POUT " ... !?!
Fellas ... Know The Coup ...
.... " NO DOUBT " ... !!!!!!
It's ...
NOT JUST GIRLS ...
But ... Fellas Too ...
Who ... Sometimes Make ...
These ... STUPID Moves ... !!!!!!!!!
Which ...
Brings Me Back ...
To The ... " Question " ...
........ " Phew " ........ !!!!!!!
The Things That People
Sometimes ... DO .... ???
" Seem Strange To Me ...
Don't They To ... YOU ? "
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC
How can a man awaken a womens love
Then walk away leaving her chained to what was
How does a man make a covenant of love
Then run away and hide
Leaving emotional wreckage at the scene of the crime
Not owning up to the responsibilities
Just wanting the pleasure, and no more if you please
Why can't a man be more circumspect of a womens needs
I am afraid and suspect that he has himself decieved
It's the sociological garbage that he's been fed and believes
A real man must be changed inside
As the Savior (showed man) how He rears His Bride
Keeping a watchful eye from the sky
To look after her every need
To her heavy sighs give heed
On the cross He did bleed.................for her
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 10:50 PM UTC
(10/12/11)
Each night you remove your makeup
You wash your face.
You rest your head in the same old place.
You prop up your pillow as I kiss you good night
But your inner beauty is always in my sight.
The outside beauty is only a mask
It is something that does not last.
But that inner beauty will last throughout eternity
That is something that I do see.
Even when you’re snoring in a deep restful sleep
And I lift up the covers to take a peek
The urge in me builds up a burning fire
Filling me with a ****** desire.
I want to tear the covers off of you
And hold your body close to mine
But I know it’s not the right time.
So like a good soul mate
I will lay here and wait
Till you wake up with the morning sun
That is when I’ll have my fun.
Oct 12, 2011
Oct 12, 2011 at 10:25 PM UTC
Family Bound
My Family means everything too me
Got a brother in the Navy He's married got a beautiful
wife too.
He's enjoyin the beautiful sunsets in the city where Micky Cohen use to own.
Got my other brother whos a gear head, a knucklehead, works on knuckle heads, and hes my knuckles too.
Me and him use to get into it throw a little bruises around but **** has he made me proud
went to the city where you can cook eggs on the sidewalk Pheonix.
Went to school too work on bikes and now works at Harley.... this means for me free tee shirts and cool biker partys too go to
hot women in leather pants and mean dudes with long goatees.
My Mom shes a healer, a bible dealer, and the leader of a womens AA program but is married to a Ex-convict, Ex-felon, Ex-drug dealing, Ex-rapist
I never understood why she goes for trying to heal men maybe it's because shes been trying to fix all of her 3 boys and thats the only way she knows how to love a man. Either way I love her too death and it'll be death if that man decides to lay a hand on her again... you'll see something that only Hades eyes have seen but enough about that loser... Unto my Old man.
My pops hes a machine mechanic a use too be psychobath maniac tatted up with rough hands, palms always itching and eyes always looking out for his family. He once told me Jay " You Gotta Pay to Play" and those words have stuck with me for some reason for a long *** time. He always has these little one liners that just make ya get back to reality,wipe your nose clean, put your head up and stand up straight and get back to the money. So thats my blood thats what makes my heart beat everyday knowing that my family gots my back to succeed.
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 12:40 PM UTC
Forget war.
If you want to see
real blood, guts and gore,
look in the garbage bin
of a womens restroom stall.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC
Packed in tight,
labored breathing to my front, behind, left,
and right.
There was sharp college affiliation division,
mostly clean shavens, greying womens,
a meager family of lost souls,
unified in their desire to levitate,
from the daily ties
and coffee grinds.
The airplane dragged its feet,
as we cousins stared through windows,
holding the remnants of home in our lungs,
as the plane began to recline,
the engines sang a maddening song,
our eyes widened in exhalation.
The city dissolved, landscapes dissolved,
in its stead, opaque white filled our viewing screen,
but in that sacred moment,
when we rose over the roughly hewn clouds,
when holy light, holy sky broke through,
we exhaled,
as the sun cascaded over each ridge and bluff,
the kindness of directionless was finally restored.
Sep 25, 2010
Sep 25, 2010 at 6:32 PM UTC
I am a self-made machine.
I respond to admiration and attention.
Selfish being
unsure of the right response.
Wires tampered;
my mouth a dribbling mess.
proclaiming my love
to everyman
and hiding as soon as a retort.
There is no love within my jaw.
I often ponder,
am I fueled by normality?
Doing what we're designed to do?
Perhaps the world whispered to me
that women need to be
a constant yearning;
Hungry skin under ****** bones
never satisfied.
thought churned into mush
but still so hard
to swallow.
I find desperation.
Mere affectionate action,
making my stomach bleed.
Though as they waltz away,
I thirst for their hand
to cup my shoulder blade
hand to their shoulder seam.
What is a girl supposed to do.
Love pushes itself against me
and I find myself ungracefully
turning all that pleading for appreciation
straight into the void.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 7:13 PM UTC
Wandering the store,
The womens section is a far off shore,
Its drains me of my sanity,
I become what should not be,
in madness I begin to dwell.
In a personal nightmare and hell,
I begin to smile and giggle,
Thinking of the blood beginning to trickle,
I laugh and bend double,
Thinking of all my trouble,
But where do I put this pain of mine?
I run but it stays by my side.
I wanna cut again,
Put a bullet in my head and be gone,
But I'm told that's wrong,
So I listen to my favourite song,
I **** myself in my mind but not body,
And tell everyone I'm sorry.
walking around,
Chasing her about the shop,
Start to run aground,
I look and stop.
Womens clothes it hurts my heart,
Oh no, oh no no, oh no no!
Just go next door, don't make me start,
Just go to poundland, please just GO!
£20 sale shorts,
Ugly, nothing to her,
Running back and forth, I'm not much for sports,
Oh my this is causing a stir.
I try to relax, chill with my shades,
I just go numb,
Two days later it all just fades,
I curl fingers under thumb,
I clench my jaw,
Put my back in,
It aint ice cuz it don't thaw,
Don't blame me but anger is my sin.
Fall from grace,
Bleed the hate out,
Brush the glass from my face,
Scream and shout.
My mirror is broken,
My heart is sore,
Its toll has been taken,
That much I swore.
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 6:17 PM UTC
hello veil over a trench coat, i’ve come here to recite a few breaths and hopefully get you to take those sunglasses off (for my pride’s sake). just drop them around your ankles like your most comfortable pair of undergarments, kick them onto the beige bedroom rug and make me feel like a day early welfare check in a bread line full of starvation. slide me a napkin with a phone number from across the church pew. smoke my mind like a cigarette in the recovery ward waiting room. i bet you could slap the what teh **** off my face as swiftly as the day is long,
and it’s long.
and as teh world economy comes to a screeching halt and married men jump out of windows because money is some sort of commodity i will never truly truly truly understand, crying babies and ****** good womens remind me of you. grandmothers and the aunt everyone loves to hear drunk at christmas is your smile. your scent isn’t like my ****** relatives. that would be gross. and luxury automobiles and the adromeda galaxies in one corner of the paint job you happened to look a little too closely at is just a speck of your complexity misdialed like a phone number in a crosseye white pages disaster-
say i was to rush to this decision.
say i bent, hands on knees, puffing.
say joe camel between my pointer and middle finger kept both of them occupied for once
say i was running up to tell you that i don’t know you
but i think i should
i should
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 11:39 PM UTC
Women’s afl
Round 1
Geelong. 3. 6. 24
Collingwood. 3. 5. 23
Bulldogs. 2. 6. 18
Adelaide. 1. 11. 17
Kangaroos. 7. 10. 52
Carlton 2. 4. 16
Fremantle 9. 5. 59
Melbourne 8. 7. 55
Brisbane. 4. 5. 29
GWS. 4. 3. 27
Some very close games
Shows that women’s afl can be very exciting not as high scoring as the men but the women played very well
Well done to Geelong bulldogs kangaroos Fremantle and Brisbane
The champions are upon us today
Each game was exciting to play
Each team played well but only one winner is allowed
Unless it is a draw
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 2:52 AM UTC
Happy Women's Day
And to all the girls turning women one day
Let it not be just a day
Let it be each day sun shining ray
Let it not be just a message to say
Let it be a honor in a man's way
Let it not be celebrated today forgotten next day
A woman safe in earth night and day
A woman not just a object in the way
A heart a part in a man's life to play
Be a message to tie women's day
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 3:02 AM UTC
A boy sat on a grassy bluff outside a village.
Long ago. Far away.
He sat. Staring down a winding trail.
That boy would watch the trail in misty morning dew.
Often he would and for years it was a rituai.
The women of the village
Walked that trail down to the river. Down to the rocks.
With baskets perched atop their heads and arms hung by
Their sides.
Down the trail to river rock. And churning emerald
Pool.the river was the cleanser and the rock a pounding tool.
A long procession of balance and grace. a practice old as time.
Then back the trip of swaying hips and poise. In young or old.
The rock. The grace. The. Quiet noise. A pageant.
That boy was me
That river rock still calls the women
Slow procession. Natural and endless charm.
The rock. The trail the emerald tide.
The womens hips. The undulate .
The basket never falls.
The river calls.
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 1:35 AM UTC
Pete and me had this mate called Charlie
He lived in Manchester
And he was a rogue
Whenever we called on him
He'd rub his hands and say
"What can I sell ya, boys?"
Once when we went
He opened a large drawer and
It was full of gold and silver rings
All types and all sizes
He opened the drawer beneath that
And it was full of ****** and vibrators
I kid you not
Another time we went he said to Pete
" I've got some leather jeans'll fit you,"
So Pete tried them on and they fit
Sort of
This was in the days before stretch fabrics
And what Charlie didn't mention was
These were womens' jeans
So Pete looked at me and said
"What d'you think?"
I tried not to laugh but failed
"They look like leather jodhpurs!
You look like a Hell's Angel equestrian!"
So that was Charlie
The last I heard
Bad people were looking for him
Apart from the police
I often wonder what happened to him
By Phil Roberts
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 7:00 AM UTC
To me its so important smell in life
A fragence tells me all I need to know
If a meal smells good it tastes good
Some flowers I like others just not so
I can even smell the oncoming rain
I love the smell of first drop dry ground
I love my personal after shave deodorant
A smell talks volumes without a sound
Some womens perfume stops me dead
I love the smell of scones freshly made
I love the smell of natural countryside
The oceans salty oxygen of highest grade
I can always tell if my mothers about
Besides the fact shes been dead for years
Her Lilly Of The Valley how it lingers
My fathers tobacco same deal same tears
Smells are to me everything I need to know
Mostly good plus a few somewhat bad
I don't need to see as long as I can smell
They make me happy sometimes sad
terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 9:18 PM UTC
My heart entwined into her Kangna …
They whisper to each other ,
through their twinkling murmurs and giggles.
As her perfect slender arms ,
sway across the mystical winding of her hips,
They rhythmically dance to her pulse being the tune.
Anware of her presence lost into boyish laughter ,
shes walking across me on sun parched streets,
Her Kangna summons me ,
and I wear my heart on my sleeve ,
My heart again entwined into her Kangna .
The sun has smeared the sky with crimson orange ,
I stand possessed by her kohl rimmed eyes,
and oh! she quickly lowers her gaze .
Every ray flirtingly kisses your Kangna goodbye,
as if to taunt me.
Its Friday filling my eyes with surma ,
I almost have bathed in athar comes the call for prayer .
pulling my saafa onto my shoulders after prayer I leave.
I find her choosing mirrors for her choli in the bazaar.
She blushes pink on seeing me gaping at her awestruck,
and the boys teasingly cheer my name “Marauf!”
As she shifts her hair to the back of her ear ,
her Kangna cast their spell again..
And my heart's entwined into her Kangna.
I once heard one of the mullahs saying,
"women are made of more jealousy than water"
i wonder thats true because as she walks to fetch water,
jealousy pours down in the womens eyes
for every mujnoon yearns for her glimpse.
Absently thinking you swirl your Kangna ,
the fragrance of your skin mesmerizes them.
They know your secrets and unveil them to me,
through their delicate minakari embossed in their glitter.
i wait drowned in impatience ,
my eyes searching traces of you in the street,
when you tap me out of my search,
i feel myself melting away on your touch,
as again my heart's entwined into your Kangna forever i guess ?
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC