by Rahmat Idiaro D. A cool, serene and well fragranced arena appealing to her poor innocent soul It breezes of coolness and flourishment melts the stony heart She looked up to the smiling moon and she smiled back Behold was the charming appariton of a cool gentleman of mensch with a smiley and handsome personality He … Continue reading II Poetry Contest: The Fictitious Crush
by Anuj Abraham Rebellious, she was, the decision was made. Irrespective of the pain, she decided to walk on the blade. Life wasn't a bed of roses nor was it a walk on burning coals. Yet she had decided she won't be tamed. She wanted to be free. She was a spirit, that wandered, a bird … Continue reading II Poetry Contest: The Rebellious Bird
by @thoughtsinboxes When you said I couldn’t be anything, I never doubted you for once. You were right. I am a warrior, I am a chaser of the light. I couldn’t be anything, I already was something, and that something was so damn powerful.
by Self You know, The woman. Of fancy curves, Riding you to wild fantasies, You know. But do you know? The enigmatic woman, Who doesn't hails matriarchy but only absolute equalism. A diligent woman of dignity. The enigmatic woman, Who can march you to victory, Came from a hidden legacy of warriors through history. The … Continue reading II Poetry Contest: The Enigmatic Woman
by Chirayuwriter Pic 1. (past memories) "caption " "Sadness wracked on her face When a voice whisper on her ear's the memories revealed again to the time when there was no one behind, The passage Is based on her somber life, When she was born, how her family left her alone in the cage house of the … Continue reading II Poetry Contest: The written Parchment is a pensive Message based on a (Woman life)
by Parvinder Push me closer Tightly Let our Breath flow Mightily. Touch the Lips Smoothly. Let me feel Soothely. While the Heart beats Fastly. Let our Love flourish Vastly. In last, just want always you be as mine. With your Body having my Love's Sign.
by sprinkled_with_sass I love how she kisses everyone else's scars when she herself is bleeding. I love how she flips her hair in confidence knowing she 'got it'. I love how she sees no limit to her abilities. I love how she winks at any challenge bestowed upon her. And without the might of a man … Continue reading II Poetry Contest: I love how she smiles, suppressing the hurt within.
by The Lost Girl I've lost myself. And I'm searching for me; In the fields, Near the old swing, Under the mango tree where the cuckoo sings. I try calling out my name. Maybe I'll listen. Maybe I'll answer to my calls. "Come back, From wherever you've wandered. Come back And let me be myself … Continue reading II Poetry Contest: THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY
By magicaldisco Tell me how "fit" you really are. Is it because you were able to strike a man in the head who held a sign that said, "People are refugees too?" while having people cheer you on, praise you, call you a savage, and saying you are 'a real man.' Or what about the … Continue reading II Poetry Contest: To the boy who sent me two messages, the first one saying, “It’s not my problem” and the second, “survival of the fittest.” In response to being asked about helping refugees.
by D. Avery Some women Some women had their last treatment today Some their first Some were untreated. Some had heart attacks, some died Some lived. Some women felt dead inside Others felt vibrant and alive. Baby girls were born today borne of women become mothers While others became aunts, mentors, friends. Today, and yesterday, and … Continue reading II Poetry Contest: March 8th – International Women’s Day
by _bmgalloway (Part 1) If you'd have taken the time to read the small print in her eyes, you would have known that your hardware was not compatible with her system. Instead, you tried to make it compatible and now her system is broken, her files corrupt. (Part 2) I have watched her almost destroy her … Continue reading II Poetry Contest: If you’d have taken the time…
by Medha Khair She was just a commodity . She brought life into this world yet she was something that could be traded . Her happiness , her views , her opinions were irrelevant . Why ? You ask . Well just because she had a vagina instead of a dick . She was a slave … Continue reading II Poetry Contest: Commodity