#women’s poetry

[hairtusk]

Diane Di Prima, ‘More or Less Love Poems’

[iseehersmile]

Part 1 of beautiful poetry written by wonderful women! Submissions accepted <3

[miss-saytr]

I was born a sheep, and I was put into a world where I have to walk alone at night sometimes.

Sheep stick together and that’s natural for us. Sheep can see during the day and that’s all right. Sheep have friends and family that check in on them.

To get to point A to point B, I know it isn’t safe. Because during the night, there are glowing eyes that watch me. I don’t know if the glowing eyes belong to wolves or dogs, but they all glow during the night, so I always assume the worst.

I continue to walk down the path while trying to look away from those glowing eyes. When a set of them approach me, it was just a dog stalking like a wolf, passing by to where it needs to go. Dogs and wolves need to go places too. Even wolves will walk by me, and I won’t even notice, because maybe that wolf has already had its dinner for the night and I was lucky.

Wolves will blabber about how sheep shouldn’t look so tasty. Sheep have been hunted and killed no matter how much wool covers them. Sheep are sheep to wolves like that. Sheep are sheep which means wolves will lick their lips upon the smell of one behind closed doors… usually. Sheep are sheep so wolves will get tired of the usual rabbit or squirrel from their forest and go attack the sheep because they are never satisfied with their kill.

What my metaphor gets wrong is that men and women are the same species. What my metaphor gets wrong is that wolves hunt out of survival, instinct, and to eat. What my metaphor gets wrong is that women have tools to protect themselves.

But damn, I really do feel like a sheep walking in the woods by myself as the glowing eyes of wolves watch me.

[ahalexr]

SLCB

She’s passive

Aggressive

Her ego

Is massive

She doesn’t care

About anyone’s

Feelings

She does what

She wants

Makes choices

For everyone

Around her

Her mother

Her father

Her brother

Her lover

She only cares

About her

And no one else’s

Feeling matter

She’s a SLCB

[mournfulroses]

Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath; "Three Women,"

[fixing-bad-posts]

Women can be transgender.

[sarahmesstuff]

Happy weekend guys💦

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

“You’re an actress, right?”, ”All women are actresses, dear. I’m just clever enough to get paid for it.”

k.b. // murder mystery - netflix

[desirableendings]

This sums up the Barbieheimer experience better than anything else ngl

[es-al]

Yes yes

[muskaanayesha]

Peace be upon the daughter who helped her parents grow up. Accepted their cold shoulder, excused their anger, pardoned their mistakes, taught them how to be human. Peace be upon the sister who paid the price of rebellion. Screaming to her fullest, shaking like a leaf but standing tall, never letting the dictatorship go without a fight, paving the path for her siblings to breathe easier. Peace be upon the first child of an immigrant father. Aching to find their own purpose in life, firm in their own beliefs, contradicting generations and generations of cultural values. Peace be upon the girl who shouldered her mother's trauma. Swindled it into her own, morphed herself into an image of the womb she once resided in, immersed herself into troubles that weren't even hers, covered up scars that she couldn't even recognize. Peace be upon the woman who forgot who she was. So determined to be the savior of everyone, to fix her family, to nurture and love everyone around her. So deeply lost that she forgot she's just as worthy of love. Peace be upon you.

[hairtusk]

Diane Di Prima, from ‘Pieces of a Song’

[sunshinewalks]

"Gold is the money of Kings" - Norm Franz

[metamorphesque]

you are terrifying and strange and beautiful something not everyone knows how to love.

For Women Who Are Difficult To Love, Warsan Shire

[mournfulroses]

Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath; "Three Women," (edited)

[fixing-bad-posts]

trans women ❤ i just smile