Feminism Poems
Against Honor Killing
by Irfan Ali
What kind of honor, what kind of pride,
That steals a life, and lets justice slide,
For love’s sweet crime, blood is spilled,
This cruel game, where mercy is killed.
Old traditions, customs so bleak,
Where women are stories, forbidden to speak,
No right to live, no dreams to bloom,
What kind of society, what kind of doom?
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Oven
by Natalie Brabble
I sit in ruins
thick, heavy smog
builds up behind
my eyelids.
But with that,
I must say,
I am suitably fine.
It’s my insides
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1 - danae
by kat kat
the cellar
would keep me away
from man’s ugly gaze
thought my father
but no lock or latch
no bolt or vault
could keep away light
and into my prison a golden rain poured
through a slit in the ceiling
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by A Zdelet
Continue reading1 - persephone
by kat kat
coming of age they say
is a transformation
from a bud to a blossom
but it can also be taken
snatched
swallowed by a hole in the ground
and i fell into its depths
to join the land of the dead
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Oven
by Natalie Brabble
I sit in ruins
thick, heavy smog
builds up behind
my eyelids.
But with that,
I must say,
I am suitably fine.
It’s my insides
......
Against Honor Killing
by Irfan Ali
What kind of honor, what kind of pride,
That steals a life, and lets justice slide,
For love’s sweet crime, blood is spilled,
This cruel game, where mercy is killed.
Old traditions, customs so bleak,
Where women are stories, forbidden to speak,
No right to live, no dreams to bloom,
What kind of society, what kind of doom?
......
Lost in the Woods
by Kirsten Moreton
TW: This poem features sensitive subjects including drink spiking.
I would love some feedback on the poems, especially about how it works rhythmically and grammatically. Please note, I am aware some letters are randomly capitalised, I don't know why it has done this!
Lost in the Woods
She walked, with jingling keys clutched to her side.
With a racing heart, sweating palms and a swelling in her throat.
She stumbled through the streets as they distorted,
as they twisted and contorted.
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Sparkler
by Lauren Tilley
It's not like a rush of waves
Like I've read in those books
The innocent idyllic lies
Of fountain wishes and
Written dreams and
Patriarchal fantasies
All in illustration
Illusions? Delusions?
All the same
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Soy Mujer
by Kathleen Diaz
Soy Mujer
Soy Mujer con brazos fuertes
Con caderas que pueden crear vida
Con nariz de mi papá
Con labios de mi mami
Con cachetes que enseñan salud
Con arrugas de Felicidad y Vida ... Mi Vida
Con las palabras de ellos...
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