Poetry Blogs (women)
Burning in flames,
The dailys and weeklys
With the cries of the innocents,
The tellys simulcasting the stamped extremities,
Of a soul, we call Women.
Crushed beneath the savage desires of the lousy men.
A girl, who once aimed of the skies,
How could have she known,
Jeopardy awaited on her way back home.
That she’ll be served as a bait to the lust,...
Friday 2nd March 2018 1:39 pm
Dilute your pant suits,
grow out that cropped hair,
season your long words,
make your language edible -
That's it, baby, be delicious!
By smearing cherry lip gloss on that big mouth of yours,
Hunny, where's the honey on your pale skin?
Why don't you smile more?
You know, that's what we hired your for...
To bring customers in!
I'm talking to you, hey!
Darling! Doll ...
Sunday 11th February 2018 2:13 am
When will I start living my life?
When will I be a size 8?
Have Double Ds
Have boys falling over me
Have an arse as big as Kylie's
When will my Prince arrive?
In Air Max and some Adidas
Or if I'm lucky, he might even kiss me
Take me home, then leave me
Unsatisfied and alone
It's all experience though
Only then will I be ha...
Tuesday 23rd January 2018 9:01 pm
So I feel like I've uncovered my own rendition of a super hero power
When I meet a man I can estimate his dick size within an hour
So this may seem a little seedy, a bit sleezy, but when a man overcompensates with money why does he think it will impress me
One guy on a night out handed me his credit card and told me to drink as much as I dare at his expense
I politely declined ...
Friday 25th August 2017 2:01 am
You look at me and forget
I was strong before I was pretty
You disregard my mind in hopes that my heart is a path leading you to my body and briefly
I regret to have met you, you see my eyes before you hear my voice
For you have already forgotten the first rule; I am strong
So when I love, I love strongly
And when I hurt, I hurt badly
But when I scream, ...
Tuesday 18th April 2017 9:32 am
Pages and pages of pink and pink
roses on dresses and slender chic drink,
All pictures pretty some might think
but none reflecting strength, and that's the thing:
Women's Day isn't all flowers and hearts
it's message shouldn't be limited before it starts,
we are more than our constituent parts
so today try to tear stereotypes apart -
Support our differences, our quirks,
you don't have...
Wednesday 8th March 2017 8:59 am
For all the bell ends on building sites
and the charmers
who freely shout abuse from their van
at women going about their day
I often wonder how you would feel
if someone did that to your Mam.
How would you react if you witnessed
your own flesh and blood being routinely exploited,
objectified or sexually assaulted?
Would you still cheer and egg the culprits on
as they leered and jeer...
Tuesday 17th January 2017 11:04 pm
Do you still cry for me,
Like I still weep for you,
Those tears blocking everything you see,
Trying to hide the pain when you meet somebody new,
Is your vision as blurred as mine,
Behind your beautiful eyes,
I’ve been trying to move on now, for such a long time,
But I keep questioning if I gave this love enough tries,
I was hurt,
And I was used,
And now I’m...
Thursday 5th January 2017 9:13 am
Cool air replaces where your hands should be,
Fingers locked on bare skin all over me,
The breeze keeps blowing colder and colder,
As the love between us grows older and older,
Your tongue parted my lips that way,
Your hands grasped desperately to make me stay,
Yet I still drifted endlessly away,
And I kissed someone new today
Monday 2nd January 2017 8:25 am
We're the throw away
The use em and lose em
Like old cars
you trade us in
for new models
one hell of alot of miles
One man's trash
is another's treasure
So here I sit
on the Goodwill's shelf
like the Velveteen Rabbit
a Real Man...
By Lynn Hahn
Saturday 31st December 2016 5:44 pm
Loop the loop
Pull that knot
Attach my button eyes,
Nod, my Jack in a box head
Bound to a neck of copper springs
Let me sing
My floating foam hands,
Kick my Pinocchio legs
Dance –Dance- Dance
Tiny crippled plastic feet.
I am alive
Do you think I am beautiful?
Monday 8th August 2016 8:47 pm
I wake up to blue skies and a bright sun
My alarm rings, now my day has begun
I turn on the hot shower, the bathroom begins to steam
When I'm done I dry and put on my best dress
I have an important meeting today so I need to impress
After the usual traffic jam I finally arrive at work
I'm greeted with smiles from familiar faces
I come face to face with my boss as my heartbeat races
Sunday 7th August 2016 12:21 am
She opens her palm and his hand, he hands her
Time for a spin, some sin on the dance floor
I’ve got plans for us just how much can you handle?
Passion’s the mantle,
I’ll make you my Scandal.
Beautiful body, mental combatant
Amazing Agent of style and fashion
Miss passion with the most passionate
habits that are old fashioned
like manuscripts written by candlest...
Friday 29th April 2016 1:19 am
‘It’s my skin,’ she said,
But he still shook his head.
Did she not understand
The risk entailed? Once the
Fine pale surface was broken,
There was no going back.
The permanency of a foreign body
Worming its way beneath
Her flesh - this he could not
Permit. For her own good.
Though he paid no heed
To the multicoloured rings
And patterns that each faded
Tuesday 8th March 2016 10:55 am
We both know he doesn’t love you.
Catching the venom meant for his eye,
silent even though he should cry
out in fury at your meddling.
Even the serpent laughs at you.
I’d think your body was through
even if your heart was still into
an idiot’s errand that no one would rue.
The end ...
Wednesday 2nd March 2016 10:08 am
because you deserve to feel
the sun on your skin
hot sand between your toes
to slough off the workday drudge
and free your smile
because it will be fun
because ice-cream melts fast
and tastes good
because it’s your laugh that matters
because no-one ever died thinking
the best thing they did
was spend three years on a diet
Tuesday 5th May 2015 4:06 pm
That ongoing story that I call my life
Is nothing but a total tangled mess.
It’s a disaster area; a no-go zone
And sometimes I feel like staying at home
It’s a random story with a spot of romance
Mixed up with elements of chance
And one way or another it’ll be soon resolved
And for my sins I hope to be absolved
The ongoing story that I call my life
Monday 28th April 2014 4:24 am
I am a woman up to the tips of my hair.
I am a woman by spirit and nature.
As no one I have got an innate flair.
As no one I need a daily rapture.
I can make an elephant out of a fly,
My ‘yes’ a man can never deny.
I do not burn in the fire,
In the water I do not sink,
I know exactly who is a liar,
And know what a man think.
Saturday 16th March 2013 9:45 pm
Here’s another draft, no pun on pint-pulling intended. Oh – also, while I’m here, I might as well tell you all I’ve passed my Masters! Haven't been here for some time - hope everyone is doing well...
She’s all kick,
twisting in her leopard prints
like she’s seen some
new meat near the bar,
meanwhile I’m saying
‘cool it Jane, he’s not
a smooth-mover, h...
Sunday 18th November 2012 1:28 am
The history of the world part four
Welcome to the history of the world part four
Part one is everything else that’s gone before
Parts two and three are you and me
And together it’s a volume delivered free
Welcome to your deepest desires
Destroy them, crush them, consign them to the fires
Welcome to the history of the world part four
Available to anyon...
Saturday 11th February 2012 11:05 pm
She keeps her albums in a cardboard box and her singles are left on the floor.
Maybe she’s a girl that doesn’t care but then, she always brushes her hair.
Her bedroom is full of things in carrier bags and empty cardboard boxes.
There’s a bank statement on the side from nineteen eighty five under a TV guide.
In the hallway there’s junk mail and unopened letters and th...
Friday 10th February 2012 2:32 am
Our story has been told.
Your heart is a black hole,
It’s ice cold,
It’s so old,
Please, break the mould.
I loved you then but now,
Now no way,
You were the first love,
Now I really need a second.
Wednesday 28th December 2011 4:41 pm
Another draft, for your enjoyment...
Cutt and Pastels
Tuesday 19th July 2011 11:25 pm
Written on June 1st 2011 as an assignment based on the Calendar, set by John Cassidy for Bank Street Writers, Bolton.
O God of Sun, on Sunnandaeg,
I worship thee with spray -on bronze,
Because thy workload is quite big,
There’ll be a lot of wet week-ends.
God of the Moon, on Monandaeg,
I offer thee my hangover,
Last night I was a lunatic,
Oh I am deep...
Friday 3rd June 2011 7:32 pm
Hello Stirred relaunches at the lovely Sandbar on this Monday 1st November!
A night celebrating the work of current and forgotten female writers, open mic (men allowed if they read a female poet's poem too) female and male guest slots, unfabulous prizes to be won.
Friday 29th October 2010 6:43 pm
I walk in the street,
don’t feel my feet.
I don’t walk, I swim
like a swan on a slow stream.
All women are just like women
but I am a queen,
I am on the scene,
Of course, I am not of a model height,
just a little bit overweight,
but…I’ve got so much charm,
and it’s written on my palm.
Yes, I can be sometimes furious,
and as a woman I can be...
Saturday 24th July 2010 6:29 pm
There were six men in her life
And they all loved her, but...
Their love was so different.
The first one was very rich.
He loved her because she was beautiful.
He just wanted to have a doll,
To demonstrate her to everyone
And listen to everyones' saying:
"Wow! What a beauty you've got!"
So, she has left him.
The second one loved her because he loved sex
And all the time in...
Friday 11th June 2010 7:35 pm
No, I am not a beauty,
But I am simply cutey,
Someone says I am fluty
Hearing my voice.
No, I am not rude,
I just call things
By their proper names
And if you say my voice pings
I would better say it sings.
No, I am not ginger,
I am a golden grandeur,
And you see a danger
In my reddish hair,
It’s not fair my dear,
I am not a bushstranger
And you behave like a cr...
Monday 24th May 2010 9:57 pm
What do you wear Claire in the morning?
What do you wear Claire last thing at night?
What do you wear Claire?
Would you dare Claire?
In your underwear Claire
Doesn’t that feel right?
Would you do it just for spite
Like you did to me last night
You know just the right things to say Claire
Yeah, you certainly have a way Claire
Don’t wanna be without you
Friday 8th January 2010 4:14 pm
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