Poetry About Women Novels & Stories

Writing is my passion, but I’ll just found myself staring at the ceiling, unable to form a sentence. Ngunit parati ko pa ring tinatanong ang aking sarili kung bakit nila nagawa iyon sa akin. Hindi ako pagkain na nakahain sa hapag na bigla nalang nilang lalantakan kapag sila ay nagugutom na. Women aren’t objects. Women aren’t toys.

Third person point of view "The night was dark, for the moon was young And the stars were asleep and rare" a voice of a woman echoed at the wilderness in a dark night. It was as if the woman was reciting some piece of literary art, a poem entitled "Ballad of a Mother's heart" by Jose La Villa Tierra. That woman was none other than the dumb woman in the University. Yes she may be dumb and crazy like she always behave but she can easily memorize and it helps her get through all those years she spent in schooling. It was like a talent to her, she may not easily get and understand what does other people say especially when they converse in English but she can do memorization and that's an easy p

Paano naman ang poot? At kung ito ay ipinaliwanag lamang sa pamamagitan ng pag-usisa, ito ay tila walang kapangyarihan ng kaunti. Para sa isang mabuting babae, gaano man kalaki ang kuryosidad sa kanyang puso, imposibleng pumunta sa ganoong uri ng lugar.

Nangingislap sa ilalim ng liwanag ng buwan ang mga tila luntian nitong mga mata, at tila nakakapanlaglag naman ng panga ang mala-perpektong hugis ng mukha at kaakit-akit na mga labi nito. Maging siya na babae na walang masyadong karanasan sa pag-ibig kapag sinabi nitong lumuhod siya sa harap nito ay 'di siya mangingiming gawin, she's completely beyond words to describe this kind of man. Matagal na siya sa army, at ilang lalaki na ba ang nakita niyang sumunod sa mga utos niya... subalit wala sa mga 'yon ang nakapagpahanga sa kanya ng ganito.

To the woman, I care, To the woman, I adore, To the woman, I respect, To the woman I very much in love, And to the woman, I want to share my life with...

"That's right your highness." "How about you, Samantha, anong masasabi mo about dito?" ngiting baling na tanong ni Queen Athena kay Samantha. "Para sa akin, women needs protection from societies dahil mahirap man aminin, kasama ang societies sa nagpapababa ng confidence nating mga kababaihan. Womens needs respect but sometimes may mga babae na nagiging dahilan ng pagbaba ng confidence ng kapwa nila babae. Womens are no different at all to each other, maybe in ther status, in their education pero hindi ibig sabihin ay ibaba mo ang kapwa mo babae. Hindi lang sa mga abusadong lalaki dapat protektahan ang mga babae, dapat sa kapwa babae din na hindi marunong rumespeto sa kapwa nila. Women's faci

“Some of you may think I’m weak cause I’m a woman. Maybe, some of you may think, I am not capable to become your leader but-“ “I am the woman who is the mother of two. I am the woman who will do anything to save my family because I am a woman and a mother.” Lahat sila tinignan ko isa-isa. Sinalubong ang iba’t-iba nilang tingin. Binura ko ang takot at buong tapang na hinarap silang lahat.

“Just another woman in love, a kid out of school A fire out of control, just another fool You kiss me and I’m weak, I’m a feather in the wind And I can’t wait to feel you kissing me again With you I’m just another woman, just another woman in love.” Pinalitan niya ang ilang liriko sa kanta upang umakma sa nararamdaman niya ngayon. Hindi nga niya maitago ang siglang nararamdaman habang naglalakad papunta sa opisina ni Rusty. Bawat taong makadaanan o makasalubong niya ay buong giliw niyang binabati. Hindi na rin siya makapaghintay na makita muli ang lalaking dahilan kung bakit halos mapigtas ang labi niya sa sobrang pagkakangiti. Kahit sa kanyang panaginip ay parang paulit-ulit pa rin siyang p

I'm not sure why, but whenever I think of her, so many words come to mind that I eventually form lines in every stanza of the poem I'm working on. I put on my headphones and listened to the violin cover songs I had downloaded earlier. When I listen to music while writing, I feel more at ease. I was writing peacefully when I almost got hit a plastic bottle on my head. Fvck! Who the hell threw it? It's a good thing the plastic bottle lid is tightly closed, or I'd be drenched. I looked down and was surprised to see a girl fleeing from the street near our house. "Oh, my goodness, did she just hurl me?"