Best Femininity Poems

Femininity - Anima


Sweet femininity was formed in Eve,
   before thrown from the Garden for her sin;
      engrained in...

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You were voluptuousness, innocent and pure,
the personification of beauty and pleasure.
And much like Aphrodite, the Greek Goddess of love, 
you knew how to fuel the...

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By Stanley Collymore

If words are the trumpets of the mind and the 
eyes the telescope of the heart could it be 
that silent thoughts, transmitted...

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irresistible 
    
       batting eyes worth a bashing

        ...

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with this powerful weapon
she makes us weak 
and we can not fight against her
because we are just toys in her hands
men at her mercy
but by...

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Let's do some skipping... one two three a-lary
Used to jump rope like a little wee fairy
Not realizing in those days
Masculinity guys should crave
Now femininity no...

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Touches Of Femininity. 

Strips of daylight
Emanate through blinds onto wooden floor
Wrinkled sheets and crumpled pillows from the night before
The perfume of two bodies after sleep...

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My womb protects me, envelops me. 
The curves along my waist, breasts, stomach, all value is derived only through extremes, never from ones being.
It isn't...

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Exalt femininity
in its all diverse beauty,
if kisses are roses thrown at her immovable feet;
all the whispered promises you must keep...
then be ready to enter that...

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TRUE BEAUTY 

To the eye of the beholder, 
True beauty rarely seen, 
She captures none with flirting eyes,
Her attire does not demean.

Her presence, soft, as...

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(Shakespearean sonnet form: ABAB CDCD EFEF GG)

If there exists in your vicinity,
Presence of Toxic Masculinity
Give many thanks to your divinity
For this male fortunate proximity.

T’was men...

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The fixedness of certain things exhausts-
like my own shadow, this old tree and the sun.
I climb out of my dream,
Put on my clothes
And do not...

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Sitting by the edge of her sullen lake
Hands around her knees
Holding on to her worldly dreams
She dips her toes to test what was to become
Drawn...

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man of old
talking to himself
in this run down 
watering hole
not crazy
just lonely
turns his head
and him I know 
chief of police
when I was young
put me in...

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I am but a single shuddering whisper trapped beneath the shroud,

a lingering fluttering flicker of self indulgent doubt.

I am but a small one, an itty...

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