Poems About: WOMEN

In this page, poems on / about “women” are listed.
  • 1.
    Chauvinist

    I’d never really comprehended such a mighty range of
    Shapes and sizes down behind, it’s really rather strange:
    The buttock muscle in a woman, overlaid with fat
    Is actually such a focal point for men to want to pat read more »

    Mark R Slaughter
  • 2.
    Why I Greet A Woman

    I greet woman
    For beauty
    In body and in soul
    I know her heart read more »

    gajanan mishra
  • 3.
    Her Hidden Treasure

    Her flame was only for the women –
    Not for us unlucky men;
    A weakness lay for feminine way:
    To feel an even fairer skin read more »

    Mark R Slaughter
  • 4.
    Battered Doll

    A red dress for blood spilt,
    Torn blouse for flesh rent;
    Ladders in the stockings –
    A rung for every callous blow landed. read more »

    Mark R Slaughter
  • 5.
    Woman is in the lap of A, B, C.....

    A says
    Woman is attractive flower
    B says
    Woman is beautiful gift read more »

    abdul razaq
  • 6.
    A real woman

    Can someone give me real woman!
    A woman with an original body
    Breast, hips, lips, face
    everything original read more »

    Vangile Mtyali
  • 7.
    Woman and Pride

    Woman roar
    Woman show
    Woman dance
    Woman fight read more »

    yihuai ying
  • 8.
    Now that august is gone

    Now that august is gone
    And we all know that all augusts come and go
    Is this woman? a woman of vertue,
    Is this woman? a super woman read more »

    Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
  • 9.
    Her Bum

    ‘Does my bum look big in this? ’ She glared.
    I gulped and stared upon the floor.
    I must escape; the bedroom door
    Was open. ‘Run! ’ my senses cried. read more »

    Mark R Slaughter
  • 10.
    She Is A Woman!

    Woman is made great in gentleness
    Woman is tender and soft in her acts
    Woman speaks with deep sincerities
    Woman expresses herself in kind ways read more »

    Jeline Loh
  • 11.
    Women for the Men

    To clasp a silken-textured breast
    Is nothing but a daily quest
    Of preternatural drive. read more »

    Mark R Slaughter
  • 12.
    These Lost, These Come At A Cost Women

    I see these city lights and flashy cars
    These beautiful women lost under stars
    These daughters and sisters and mothers
    These lost women read more »

    Regan Mackenzie
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