Best Femininity Poems

Femininity - Anima


Sweet femininity was formed in Eve,
   before thrown from the Garden for her sin;
      engrained in souls by God, I do believe...
         the essence of true womanhood within.

These...

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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 dreams and aspirations of men.
A vestal of promiscuity and femininity
your sexual attraction was undeniable,
and on that night, I instantly fell...

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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 yet not 
openly disclosed, are the engine to 
provide the start of what we 
hope to find? 

Like an elegant...

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irresistible 
    
       batting eyes worth a bashing

                  intoxicating
    


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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 all the gods from heaven
how wonderful is that!......

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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 longer causes stare-ies...

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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 lingers in the air
Pastel coloured walls vase of flowers on the bedside table
Fresh new clothes hung over the back of...

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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 and will never be enough 
to be average, 
to be mediocre, 
to be. 
Instead, the individual is then morphed into...

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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 ecstatic state,
which every faithless one envies and can't defeat!


And the extremes you can reach loving her,
are limitless and unimaginable; ...

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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 of a dove's, 
If you're careful enough she'll stay,
Few there are that recognizes,
her worth this very day.

Her words though few,...

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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 created engines, made the wheel.
Now look around, and all that you can see
Was made by toxic men who smelted steel
And...

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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 turn back.
I still carry the scent of you though-
The warming aroma of spices,
Juniper and citrus.
I sense in me a rare...

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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 like flesh to bone
The water wakened her senses
This girl-to-woman burst within her
Filled with gumption
Laughingly she tossed her curls
Behind her shoulders
Jumped...

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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 jail
more than once
now he’s nearing
the setting sun
sitting in a bar 
getting drunk
I can't take it
I buy him one
he remembers me
some...

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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 bitty insignificant flake of dust,

among the sunlight.

A little soft, though not soft spoken,

a little daft, a wee bit broken,

much too...

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