"womyn" poems
You're cute.
Adorable.
Sweet.
****
Lovely.
Amazing.
Rad.
Beautiful.
Awesome.
Handsome.
Different.
Weird.
Crazy.
In the best possible way.
You make me smile.
You make my stomach do backflips.
And 180's.
You make me stutter words that should be easy to say.
You make my cheeks turn firetruck red.
You make me want to write again.
You make me want to love roller coasters.
And horror movies.
You make me proud to be
A womyn
Gender Queer
Gay
A Confused Person
You make me want to learn about feminism.
You make me reconsider my original definitions for words some people use everyday.
You make my heart melt.
You make me happy.
Thank you.
Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 10:47 PM UTC
No man is an island,
He said.
I am womyn.
I am so alone.
I am isolated.
And even if you reach out,
Stoke my cheek,
Brush my hair,
Please know;
you have never really touched me.
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 3:48 AM UTC
Those radical change-agents Femen
set the men-folk to hawin' and hemin'.
When the girls bared their best
all the boys were impressed.
(Keep abreast of the movement, you womyn).
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 5:19 PM UTC
w(om)an
the
world
sound
wo(man)
wo-rried
wo-eful
wo-r-ship
wo-unded
w(oman)
o-man
o-men
womyn
(om)
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 8:37 PM UTC
do not confuse rage for emotion
our EmoTions are in check as
we calculate and
devise a plan to
proverbially
and literally
peal
your
hands off our *****
do not confuse a women's tears for fragility,
for her tears are full of pain and anger and the future,
that does not need to include you
you were not considered in the plans of the matriarch,
not out of hate
but simply because you are unimportant
do not confuse her hips for beauty,
those hips are waterways to life
that you have no right to even
lay your weak eyes open
you cannot make the calls
do not confuse
losing to being lost
losing lives
losing songs
and
voices
and
laughter
and
our bodies
and POWER
does not mean that this ocean
of strong woMYN are lost
We have always been found
and we will too,
overcome the darkness in you.
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 1:40 AM UTC
Brown is the color you get when you mix all the others together
So they never know where I am from
I am the resident brown person.
The closest skin that tans
that’s who they think I must be
Your children play with modeling clay, play doh, and with different colored squishy slime.
When you put them to bed, take as many colors as you can from their play box and knead them together and you’ll understand why my skin is brown.
And maybe you won’t have to ask where I am from two, three or four times only to still refuse what is obvious
So obvious they forgot to put it in history books
When you enslave, colonize, migrate
You mix
The coalescence and coagulation of blood into human skin
This should be of no surprise
you mix
Brown children on the back of white mothers, brown children on the backs of black fathers
Brown children tied to the curve of brown womyn’s backs
So do you understand why America is a brown womxn, too?
Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 11:14 PM UTC
Woe to the woman lost to love
The woman who loves
to love a man too much
Woe to she who loses herself
She loses herself to love
Sep 1, 2019
Sep 1, 2019 at 3:22 PM UTC
Put on your ***** hat, grab your Kibbles—
Let that cat out of your bag
Celebrate your business, Womyn
Whether you be sprite or hag . . .
Which is which? You make us wonder
(as you hate on the head-of state)
What you're packing. Woman-thunder
Promises to titillate.
Lead us men into our future
Show us where we've gone astray.
Shine that light of Matriarchy
As we stumble on our way.
Pure emotion lights your gender.
Superficial party-lines
Tie us up. A pussy-bender
Just might straighten out your signs.
Talking-points at intersections
Promise to inflame the game.
Seeking brave new world directions
Ought to shift some blame.
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 1:37 PM UTC
She danced with the summer breeze
Set fire to the flowers
Inhaled the clouds
Lifted her wings
Tilted her head
Released the clouds
Than danced with the summer breeze
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
when you see a mystery
you tend to refer to history
to resolve this tension
as part of the mission
however this story
isn't going to be sorry
if a boy in a skirt
can write about skrrt
that is a point
when society has to take a joint
and think about when
it would allow men
to shed their fears
about shedding their tears
and letting womyn decide
to they want to be beside
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 12:53 PM UTC