Feminist | Resurrection. Reverberation
I am the voice of a woman,
The vital race for existence of human.
Behind the success of every man,
Lies my presence as a talisman!
I am born as a daughter,
Mostly caressed, like the clay by a potter,
Sometimes the victim of a man slaughter,
Life of a woman is an opera of falters!
I adolesce into a wanted dame,
Become an arm candy for all his fame,
Words of wisdom sound all lame,
The time was now to put my horses to tame!
I groom into a caring wife,
Give up everything to acclimatise with his life,
Lived by orders at the edge of a knife,
The glamors of a fairytale is no more rife!
I pregnate into the life of a mother,
Lactate my newborn genes to grow further,
The fairytale endings are here to smother,
Flair of effeminism is now trivial to bother!
I now senesce my presence into an old age home,
After his death, life became a hysterical syndrome,
Story of my life is no more an epitome,
In as much, my'self' has lost all it's chrome!
I now lay on a bed of roses,
My soul sails over the sea of life's dozes.
I am the lady on a flying dutchman,
Hear me out, I am the voice of a woman!
The vital race for existence of human.
Behind the success of every man,
Lies my presence as a talisman!
I am born as a daughter,
Mostly caressed, like the clay by a potter,
Sometimes the victim of a man slaughter,
Life of a woman is an opera of falters!
I adolesce into a wanted dame,
Become an arm candy for all his fame,
Words of wisdom sound all lame,
The time was now to put my horses to tame!
I groom into a caring wife,
Give up everything to acclimatise with his life,
Lived by orders at the edge of a knife,
The glamors of a fairytale is no more rife!
I pregnate into the life of a mother,
Lactate my newborn genes to grow further,
The fairytale endings are here to smother,
Flair of effeminism is now trivial to bother!
I now senesce my presence into an old age home,
After his death, life became a hysterical syndrome,
Story of my life is no more an epitome,
In as much, my'self' has lost all it's chrome!
I now lay on a bed of roses,
My soul sails over the sea of life's dozes.
I am the lady on a flying dutchman,
Hear me out, I am the voice of a woman!
6 comments:
Wow this poem is SUPERB.
Do read my latest post and comment in.
I wanted to ask one thing...is that your real pic?
Impressive debut!!! Such smooth flow of thoughts is tough to come by :-)
Awesome!!!
I`m sorry but I don`t understand it...maybe it`s just me - but are those nouns you converted into verbs?
I don`t mean to offend you, just trying to understand your style.
seems more like the birth of a new kind of poetic breed!
Thanx a lot for all ur comments!!...this is my first post on a consortium blog such as this. Appreciate it :)
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