Women's History Month

Published: March 2020

Powerful Poems By Women Poets For Women's History Month

March is Women's History Month. It's a time to celebrate the important role women have had throughout history. It originally began as Women's History Week back on March 7, 1982. The first month-long celebration occurred in 1987.

Women have had and continue to have integral roles in a variety of fields. Each year, the National Women's History Alliance names a theme of Women's History Month to highlight all that women have done.

We all are familiar with famous women in our nation's history. But many women in our personal circles have also demonstrated strength, courage, and character. They are trailblazers and pioneers in their own right. Let's celebrate them this month. Be sure to share one of these inspirational poems with a woman in your life. Don't forget to thank her for the difference she is making in the lives of others.

This collection also includes poems written by famous women poets.

44 Powerful Poems By Women Poets For Women's History Month

  1. 1. The Invitation

    The Invitation is a prose poem by Oriah Mountain Dreamer. Many years after the poem was written and had become famous, the author wrote a book based on the poem, The Invitation (1999), by Oriah Mountain Dreamer. Oriah is a spiritual counselor and story teller, among other things. This poem offers an invitation to every single one of us to "show up" in the universe. She reminds us that we do not serve the universe by being small. Rather, we serve the universe by making the most out of our lives.

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    It doesn't interest me
    what you do for a living.
    I want to know
    what you ache for
    and if you dare to dream
    of meeting your heart's longing.

    It doesn't interest me
    how old you are.
    I want to know
    if you will risk
    looking like a fool
    for love
    for your dream
    for the adventure of being alive.

    It doesn’t interest me
    what planets are
    squaring your moon...
    I want to know
    if you have touched
    the centre of your own sorrow
    if you have been opened
    by life's betrayals
    or have become shrivelled and closed
    from fear of further pain.

    I want to know
    if you can sit with pain
    mine or your own
    without moving to hide it
    or fade it
    or fix it.

    I want to know
    if you can be with joy
    mine or your own
    if you can dance with wildness
    and let the ecstasy fill you
    to the tips of your fingers and toes
    without cautioning us
    to be careful
    to be realistic
    to remember the limitations
    of being human.

    It doesn't interest me
    if the story you are telling me
    is true.
    I want to know if you can
    disappoint another
    to be true to yourself.
    If you can bear
    the accusation of betrayal
    and not betray your own soul.
    If you can be faithless
    and therefore trustworthy.

    I want to know if you can see Beauty
    even when it is not pretty
    every day.
    And if you can source your own life
    from its presence.

    I want to know
    if you can live with failure
    yours and mine
    and still stand at the edge of the lake
    and shout to the silver of the full moon,

    It doesn't interest me
    to know where you live
    or how much money you have.
    I want to know if you can get up
    after the night of grief and despair
    weary and bruised to the bone
    and do what needs to be done
    to feed the children.

    It doesn't interest me
    who you know
    or how you came to be here.
    I want to know if you will stand
    in the centre of the fire
    with me
    and not shrink back.

    It doesn't interest me
    where or what or with whom
    you have studied.
    I want to know
    what sustains you
    from the inside
    when all else falls away.

    I want to know
    if you can be alone
    with yourself
    and if you truly like
    the company you keep
    in the empty moments.

    The Invitation By Oriah Mountain Dreamer

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  2. 2. Still I Rise

    Maya Angelou is one of the most celebrated American Poets of our time. Born in 1928, her life has spanned much of the African American struggle for racial equality. She was a confidant of Malcolm X and Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. In this poem about African American Courage, Angelou embodies the power, courage and tenacity of the African American experience.

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    You may write me down in history
    With your bitter, twisted lies,
    You may tread me in the very dirt
    But still, like dust, I'll rise.

    Does my sassiness upset you?
    Why are you beset with gloom?
    'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
    Pumping in my living room.

    Just like moons and like suns,
    With the certainty of tides,
    Just like hopes springing high,
    Still I'll rise.

    Did you want to see me broken?
    Bowed head and lowered eyes?
    Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
    Weakened by my soulful cries.

    Does my haughtiness offend you?
    Don't you take it awful hard
    'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
    Diggin' in my own back yard.

    You may shoot me with your words,
    You may cut me with your eyes,
    You may kill me with your hatefulness,
    But still, like air, I'll rise.

    Does my sexiness upset you?
    Does it come as a surprise
    That I dance like I've got diamonds
    At the meeting of my thighs?

    Out of the huts of history's shame
    I rise
    Up from a past that's rooted in pain
    I rise
    I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
    Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
    Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
    I rise
    Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
    I rise
    Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
    I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
    I rise
    I rise
    I rise.

    Still I Rise By Maya Angelou

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  4. 3. Phenomenal Woman

    Maya Angelou is one of the most influential women of our time. Her writing pulls on the hearts of many readers. In addition to her proliferous writing career, Maya Angelou has been a civil rights activist. This poem shows how even though someone is not beautiful on the outside compared to society's standards, there is an inner beauty that makes a woman even more beautiful.

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    Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
    I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
    But when I start to tell them,
    They think I'm telling lies.
    I say,
    It's in the reach of my arms
    The span of my hips,
    The stride of my step,
    The curl of my lips.
    I'm a woman
    Phenomenal woman,
    That's me.

    I walk into a room
    Just as cool as you please,
    And to a man,
    The fellows stand or
    Fall down on their knees.
    Then they swarm around me,
    A hive of honey bees.
    I say,
    It's the fire in my eyes,
    And the flash of my teeth,
    The swing in my waist,
    And the joy in my feet.
    I'm a woman
    Phenomenal woman,
    That's me.

    Men themselves have wondered
    What they see in me.
    They try so much
    But they can't touch
    My inner mystery.
    When I try to show them
    They say they still can't see.
    I say,
    It's in the arch of my back,
    The sun of my smile,
    The ride of my breasts,
    The grace of my style.
    I'm a woman

    Phenomenal woman,
    That's me.

    Now you understand
    Just why my head's not bowed.
    I don't shout or jump about
    Or have to talk real loud.
    When you see me passing
    It ought to make you proud.
    I say,
    It's in the click of my heels,
    The bend of my hair,
    the palm of my hand,
    The need of my care,
    'Cause I'm a woman
    Phenomenal woman,
    That's me.

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  5. 4. Solitude

    "Solitude" is Ella Wheeler Wilcox's most famous poem. The idea for the poem came as she was traveling to Madison, Wisconsin, to attend the Governor's inaugural ball. On her way to the celebration, there was a young woman dressed in black sitting across the aisle from her. The woman was crying. Miss Wheeler sat next to her and sought to comfort her for the rest of the journey. When they arrived, the poet was so unhappy that she could barely attend the festivities. As she looked at her own face in the mirror, she suddenly recalled the sorrowful widow. It was at that moment that she wrote the opening lines of "Solitude." It was first published in an 1883 issue of The New York Sun.

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    Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
        Weep, and you weep alone;
    For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
        But has trouble enough of its own.
    Sing, and the hills will answer;
        Sigh, it is lost on the air;
    The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
        But shrink from voicing care.

    Rejoice, and men will seek you;
        Grieve, and they turn and go;
    They want full measure of all your pleasure,
        But they do not need your woe.
    Be glad, and your friends are many;
        Be sad, and you lose them all,
    There are none to decline your nectared wine,
        But alone you must drink life's gall.

    Feast, and your halls are crowded;
        Fast, and the world goes by.
    Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
        But no man can help you die.
    There is room in the halls of pleasure
        For a large and lordly train,
    But one by one we must all file on
        Through the narrow aisles of pain.

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  7. 5. Mother, A Cradle To Hold Me

    When we are small, our mothers are everything to us. Her arms were made to cradle us and provide for all our needs. At first, we don’t want to be separated from her. As time passes, a mother helps us become more independent. Even in our teenage years, we still love our mother even though we don’t show it well, and we finally come to realize the wisdom she has. This is a great Mother’s Day poem that thanks her for her guidance and unconditional love. No matter our stage of life, whether an infant, young child, teenager, or adult, our mother’s love for us is unconditional.

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    It is true
    I was created in you.
    It is also true
    That you were created for me.
    I owned your voice.
    It was shaped and tuned to soothe me.
    Your arms were molded
    Into a cradle to hold me, to rock me.
    The scent of your body was the air
    Perfumed for me to breathe.

    During those early, dearest days
    I did not dream that you had
    A large life which included me,
    For I had a life
    Which was only you.

    Time passed steadily and drew us apart.
    I was unwilling.
    I feared if I let you go
    You would leave me eternally.
    You smiled at my fears, saying
    I could not stay in your lap forever.

    That one day you would have to stand
    And where would I be?
    You smiled again.
    I did not.
    Without warning you left me,
    But you returned immediately.
    You left again and returned,
    I admit, quickly,
    But relief did not rest with me easily.
    You left again, but again returned.
    You left again, but again returned.
    Each time you reentered my world
    You brought assurance.
    Slowly I gained confidence.

    You thought you know me,
    But I did know you,
    You thought you were watching me,
    But I did hold you securely in my sight,
    Recording every moment,
    Memorizing your smiles, tracing your frowns.
    In your absence
    I rehearsed you,
    The way you had of singing
    On a breeze,
    While a sob lay
    At the root of your song.

    The way you posed your head
    So that the light could caress your face
    When you put your fingers on my hand
    And your hand on my arm,
    I was blessed with a sense of health,
    Of strength and very good fortune.

    You were always
    the heart of happiness to me,
    Bringing nougats of glee,
    Sweets of open laughter.

    During the years when you knew nothing
    And I knew everything, I loved you still.
    Condescendingly of course,
    From my high perch
    Of teenage wisdom.
    I grew older and
    Was stunned to find
    How much knowledge you had gleaned.
    And so quickly.

    Mother, I have learned enough now
    To know I have learned nearly nothing.
    On this day
    When mothers are being honored,
    Let me thank you
    That my selfishness, ignorance, and mockery
    Did not bring you to
    Discard me like a broken doll
    Which had lost its favor.
    I thank you that
    You still find something in me
    To cherish, to admire and to love.

    I thank you, Mother.
    I love you.

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  8. 6. On Aging

    Aging can be a tricky topic, one that’s difficult for people to navigate. Famous poet Maya Angelou (1928-2014) shares her thoughts on this topic. Although the speaker knows her body doesn’t work quite like it used to, she doesn’t want to be treated differently. Even though her body has changed, she is still the same person she used to be, and she doesn’t allow aging to bring her down. She still has value and the ability to live a full life. Maya Angelou was a very influential person, and her writing exudes confidence and authenticity.

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    When you see me sitting quietly,
    Like a sack left on the shelf,
    Don’t think I need your chattering.
    I’m listening to myself.
    Hold! Stop! Don’t pity me!
    Hold! Stop your sympathy!
    Understanding if you got it,
    Otherwise I’ll do without it!
    When my bones are stiff and aching,
    And my feet won’t climb the stair,
    I will only ask one favor:
    Don’t bring me no rocking chair.
    When you see me walking, stumbling,
    Don’t study and get it wrong.
    ‘Cause tired don’t mean lazy
    And every goodbye ain’t gone.
    I’m the same person I was back then,
    A little less hair, a little less chin,
    A lot less lungs and much less wind.
    But ain’t I lucky I can still breathe in.

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  9. 7. Equality

    Racism and discrimination continue to plague our society, and those themes are clearly seen in this poem by famous poet Maya Angelou. She was not only an author and poet. Maya Angelou was also a civil rights activist. In this poem, she encourages people to keep moving forward. Don’t give up the fight for equality. The repetition of “Equality, and I will be free,” draws the reader’s attention to this poem's important and emotional message.

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    You declare you see me dimly
    through a glass which will not shine,
    though I stand before you boldly,
    trim in rank and marking time.
    You do own to hear me faintly
    as a whisper out of range,
    while my drums beat out the message
    and the rhythms never change.

    Equality, and I will be free.
    Equality, and I will be free.

    You announce my ways are wanton,
    that I fly from man to man,
    but if I'm just a shadow to you,
    could you ever understand?

    We have lived a painful history,
    we know the shameful past,
    but I keep on marching forward,
    and you keep on coming last.

    Equality, and I will be free.
    Equality, and I will be free.

    Take the blinders from your vision,
    take the padding from your ears,
    and confess you've heard me crying,
    and admit you've seen my tears.

    Hear the tempo so compelling,
    hear the blood throb in my veins.
    Yes, my drums are beating nightly,
    and the rhythms never change.

    Equality, and I will be free.
    Equality, and I will be free.

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  10. 8. Caged Bird

    Caged Bird By Maya Angelou was first published in her book, "Shaker, Why Don't You Sing?" in 1983. The poem is a Metaphor illustrating the differences between African-Americans and Whites during the civil rights era. The author, a black woman who grew up in the South during this era, is expressing her feelings at the discrimination she faced during her life. Her first autobiography published in 1970 is titled, "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings"

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    The free bird leaps
    on the back of the wind
    and floats downstream
    till the current ends
    and dips his wings
    in the orange sun rays
    and dares to claim the sky.

    But a bird that stalks
    down his narrow cage
    can seldom see through
    his bars of rage
    his wings are clipped and
    his feet are tied
    so he opens his throat to sing.

    The caged bird sings
    with fearful trill
    of the things unknown
    but longed for still
    and his tune is heard
    on the distant hill for the caged bird
    sings of freedom

    The free bird thinks of another breeze
    and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
    and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
    and he names the sky his own.

    But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
    his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
    his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
    so he opens his throat to sing

    The caged bird sings
    with a fearful trill
    of things unknown
    but longed for still
    and his tune is heard
    on the distant hill
    for the caged bird
    sings of freedom.

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  11. 9. Alone

    Everyone needs people beside them through the journey of life. It's not meant to be something to do alone. Even the richest people who are able to buy whatever they need still need people to walk along with them, or they will begin to feel lonely. No amount of money is able to buy the support and care of others. We learn from this poem by Maya Angelou how important it is to develop strong relationships.

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    Lying, thinking
    Last night
    How to find my soul a home
    Where water is not thirsty
    And bread loaf is not stone
    I came up with one thing
    And I don’t believe I’m wrong
    That nobody,
    But nobody
    Can make it out here alone.

    Alone, all alone
    Nobody, but nobody
    Can make it out here alone.

    There are some millionaires
    With money they can't use
    Their wives run round like banshees
    Their children sing the blues
    They've got expensive doctors
    To cure their hearts of stone.
    But nobody
    No, nobody
    Can make it out here alone.

    Alone, all alone
    Nobody, but nobody
    Can make it out here alone.

    Now if you listen closely
    I'll tell you what I know
    Storm clouds are gathering
    The wind is gonna blow
    The race of man is suffering
    And I can hear the moan,
    'Cause nobody,
    But nobody
    Can make it out here alone.

    Alone, all alone
    Nobody, but nobody
    Can make it out here alone.

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  12. 10. Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

    Emily Dickinson, born in 1830 in Amherst, Massachusetts, is the author of almost 2,000 poems. Only after she died in 1886 were her poems discovered. In this metaphorical poem the bird is a symbol for hope. Hope Is The Thing With Feathers is written in quatrains and uses an ABCB rhyme scheme

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    "Hope" is the thing with feathers -
    That perches in the soul -
    And sings the tune without the words -
    And never stops - at all -

    And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
    And sore must be the storm -
    That could abash the little Bird
    That kept so many warm -

    I've heard it in the chillest land -
    And on the strangest Sea -
    Yet - never - in Extremity,
    It asked a crumb - of me.

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  13. 11. As You Go Through Life

    In this poem, Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850-1919) shares valuable advice about life and shows that trying to make things go your way is futile. She encourages that instead of fighting against the reality of life being difficult at times, allow yourself to be shaped into God’s plan. A lot of her poems have a spiritual element to them. This poem is made up of octaves (eight-line stanzas).

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    Don't look for the flaws as you go through life;
       And even when you find them,
    It is wise and kind to be somewhat blind
       And look for the virtue behind them.
    For the cloudiest night has a hint of light
       Somewhere in its shadows hiding;
    It is better by far to hunt for a star,
       Than the spots on the sun abiding.

    The current of life runs ever away
       To the bosom of God's great ocean.
    Don't set your force 'gainst the river's course
       And think to alter its motion.
    Don't waste a curse on the universe--
       Remember it lived before you.
    Don't butt at the storm with your puny form,
       But bend and let it go o'er you.

    The world will never adjust itself
       To suit your whims to the letter.
    Some things must go wrong your whole life long,
       And the sooner you know it the better.
    It is folly to fight with the Infinite,
       And go under at last in the wrestle;
    The wiser man shapes into God's plan
       As water shapes into a vessel.

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  14. 12. Remember

    Christina Rossetti was an English poet who lived from 1830-1894. In this poem, she wants her loved one to remember her after death. The word “remember” is shared five times, bringing attention to the importance of holding onto those memories, but the tone changes at the end. She then gives her loved one the permission to move on after her death. She hopes to be remembered, but she doesn’t want those memories to cause sadness to those she leaves behind. The form of Remember is a Petrarchan Sonnet.

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    Remember me when I am gone away,
             Gone far away into the silent land;
             When you can no more hold me by the hand,
    Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
    Remember me when no more day by day
             You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
             Only remember me; you understand
    It will be late to counsel then or pray.
    Yet if you should forget me for a while
             And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
             For if the darkness and corruption leave
             A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
    Better by far you should forget and smile
             Than that you should remember and be sad.

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  15. 13. If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking

    This poem is by Emily Dickinson (1830-1886). Like all the rest of her poems, the poem does not have a title and is called by the first line of the poem. Dickinson had the gift of saying a tremendous amount in a few perfectly succinct words. The poem's message is simple and self-explanatory. If I can ease the burden of a fellow living creature, "I shall not live in vain."

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    If I can stop one heart from breaking,
    I shall not live in vain;
    If I can ease one life the aching,
    Or cool one pain,
    Or help one fainting robin
    Unto his nest again,
    I shall not live in vain.

    If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking By Emily Dickinson

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  16. 14. In The Orchard

    This is a unique poem by English poet Muriel Stuart (1885-1967). It’s considered her most famous poem. It’s a conversation between lovers who had shared an intimate moment together but have an argument because they see it differently. While this poem doesn’t follow a specific poetic form, it does have rhyming couplets.

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    "I thought you loved me." "No, it was only fun."
    "When we stood there, closer than all?" "Well, the harvest moon
    "Was shining and queer in your hair, and it turned my head."
    "That made you?" "Yes." "Just the moon and the light it made
    "Under the tree?" "Well, your mouth, too." "Yes, my mouth?"
    "And the quiet there that sang like the drum in the booth.
    "You shouldn't have danced like that." "Like what?" "So close,
    "With your head turned up, and the flower in your hair, a rose
    "That smelt all warm." "I loved you. I thought you knew
    "I wouldn't have danced like that with any but you."
    "I didn't know. I thought you knew it was fun."
    "I thought it was love you meant." "Well, it's done." "Yes, it's done.
    "I've seen boys stone a blackbird, and watched them drown
    "A kitten ... it clawed at the reeds, and they pushed it down
    "Into the pool while it screamed. Is that fun, too?"
    "Well, boys are like that ... Your brothers..." "Yes, I know.
    "But you, so lovely and strong! Not you! Not you!"
    "They don't understand it's cruel. It's only a game."
    "And are girls fun, too?" "No, still in a way it's the same.
    "It's queer and lovely to have a girl..." "Go on."
    "It makes you mad for a bit to feel she's your own,
    "And you laugh and kiss her, and maybe you give her a ring,
    "But it's only in fun." "But I gave you everything."
    "Well, you shouldn't have done it. You know what a fellow thinks
    "When a girl does that." "Yes, he talks of her over his drinks
    "And calls her a—" "Stop that now. I thought you knew."
    "But it wasn't with anyone else. It was only you."
    "How did I know? I thought you wanted it too.
    "I thought you were like the rest. Well, what's to be done?"
    "To be done?" "Is it all right?" "Yes." "Sure?" "Yes, but why?"
    "I don't know. I thought you were going to cry.
    "You said you had something to tell me." "Yes, I know.
    "It wasn't anything really ... I think I'll go."
    "Yes, it's late. There's thunder about, a drop of rain
    "Fell on my hand in the dark. I'll see you again
    "At the dance next week. You're sure that everything's right?"
    "Yes." "Well, I'll be going." "Kiss me..." "Good night." ...
                    "Good night."

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  17. 15. The Seed-Shop

    One of the topics Muriel Stuart (1885-1967) liked to write about was nature. She even stopped writing poetry to pursue writing about gardening. In this poem, she shares about the hidden potential of seeds. In their current state, they look like lifeless stones, but an entire garden and forest rests inside of them when they are planted. The same could be said about people. When we don’t embrace our purpose and contribute to society, we are no better than unplanted seeds. But once we allow our gifts and talents to be used, we create beauty for others to enjoy.

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    HERE in a quiet and dusty room they lie,
    Faded as crumbled stone and shifting sand,
    Forlorn as ashes, shrivelled, scentless, dry -
    Meadows and gardens running through my hand.

    Dead that shall quicken at the voice of spring,
    Sleepers to wake beneath June’s tempest kiss;
    Though birds pass over, unremembering,
    And no bee find here roses that were his.

    In this brown husk a dale of hawthorn dreams;
    A cedar in this narrow cell is thrust
    That shall drink deeply at a century’s streams;
    These lilies shall make summer on my dust.

    Here in their safe and simple house of death,
    Sealed in their shells, a million roses leap;
    Here I can stir a garden with my breath,
    And in my hand a forest lies asleep.

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  18. 16. A Woman For All Times

    • By Lenora McWhorter
    • Published by Family Friend Poems September 2018 with permission of the Author.

    Biblical description of a woman of God in Proverbs 31:10-30.

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    A woman of noble character, who can find?
    She is more precious than rubies of any kind.
    Her husband esteems her with love and respect.
    She manages her household without neglect.

    She rises early and plans her day with skill,
    And with great wisdom she buys herself a field.
    The woman works diligently with her hands;
    her business is profitable and is in demand.

    She helps the poor and those in need
    and prepares for her family with love indeed.
    Covering of scarlet for her home she makes
    and sews linen and tapestry for her own sake.

    Her husband is respected in the public place
    as she works wisely with quiet grace.
    The woman is clothed with honor and dignity,
    speaks with wisdom, and quite charming is she.

    Her children rise up and call her blessed,
    and her husband praises her resourcefulness.
    For favor is deceitful and beauty is vain,
    but a God-fearing woman is of great gain.

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  19. 17. A Woman's Virtue

    • By Tonya Woodridge-Jarvis
    • Published by Family Friend Poems January 2017 with permission of the Author.

    I am Tonya Woodridge-Jarvis, affectionately known as "The Refresher." I am an American author, empowerment speaker and a life catalyst. I launched The Refresher Course to educate and empower others to dramatically shift the quality and direction of their lives by using spiritual principles as well as the Life Catalyst curriculum. By using lessons from my life, I write and teach through one's obstacles to transform people into achieving their goals.

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    A woman's virtue is her wisdom and her strength.
    She's poised, prim and proper, and always watches over her sheep.
    See, a woman has the ability to get the job done, no matter the circumstance.
    God equipped her that way and not by chance.

    A woman's virtue is her ability to pray and cover her family without ceasing.
    She knows that God's favor on her family's life is forever increasing.
    So no matter the errands, the homework, or how she feels,
    She covers them daily like their personal armored shields.

    A woman's virtue is her ability to sacrifice herself and her time for her family.
    Her ultimate goal in life is to see them succeed, and when that happens, her spirit is at ease.
    She puts her goals and dreams on hold to make sure the family stands together boldly.
    See, God made her multifaceted to meet every deadline, make the kids cupcakes, and to even plan while she's sleeping.

    She can take blow after blow, yet have beautiful skin with a natural godly glow,
    Like she's been through nothing.
    But she'll be quick to tell anybody that her God is truly something.
    She doesn't look like she's been in a fiery trial, because God truly keeps her by His side.
    She knows that her pain is never wasted and it was never caused in vain.
    She knows that one day a lost soul of a woman will come along for her to tame.

    See, the kind of woman I'm talking about is beautiful, strong, and a weapon of mass destruction.
    She knows the real meaning of spiritual warfare, as it is not just a song.
    She'll tell that devil to get under her feet and will not ever accept any kind of defeat, 
    Because in due season she knows that she will reap!

    See, that woman of virtue is YOU.
    Can you stand to be empowered, to know your self-worth?
    You're worth way more than you were ever told.
    You're worth more than silver and gold.

    See, God made you blessed and highly favored.
    You're above and never beneath, you're the head and not the tail, you're a lender and not the borrower,
    So you should stand for nothing less than what He already promised!
    Now, I just stopped by to refresh your memory 
    And to remind you that we are all Proverbs 31 women.

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  20. 18. A Tribute To The Beautiful Women I Know

    • By Na DSa
    • Published by Family Friend Poems April 2016 with permission of the Author.

    The name is Natalia Rose D'Sa, and I have a background in sociology and psychology. Sharing my experiences with people and learning from theirs is my forte. I value my own space too - writing poetry. Words flow naturally - no need of table, chair, paper or pen. Could be writing in my head whilst walking, cooking, or even getting ready to go to bed. I've written over 50 poems - mostly dedicated to a person/cause/occasion in particular. This one is for all the women who have made a difference in my life.

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    To all you beautiful women who have been part of my life,
    I am glad you shared in my joys and supported me in moments of strife.

    On you, may God's abundant blessings pour,
    And when, like me, solace you need, a helping hand may He send to your door.

    Women, because of each of you, I am the kind of person you see today.
    You played an important part at some stage, in some way.

    Your words of advice and encouragement or just a listening ear
    Have helped me move forward and to get rid of many a fear.

    I am now blessed to help other women, who beyond their pain can't see,
    By giving them what I received from you, thus saving them from the fate that theirs could be.

    Women, on this special occasion, and for each and every day,
    Good health, joy, and happiness be showered on you and your loved ones, for this I kneel to pray.

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  21. 19. My Mother

    • By Sinitta Washington
    • Published by Family Friend Poems July 2006 with permission of the Author.

    A child writes of the qualities that make her mother great.

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    I know of a woman whose strength is of a bear.
    And even when she's not that happy, she always takes time out to care.
    I know of a woman whose beauty is that of a queen.
    But she continues to teach us that beauty doesn't mean a thing.
    You see, this woman I know is surely like no other.
    Because the woman I mention here is truly my great mother.

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  22. 20. Don't Quit

    • By M. Tarun Prasad
    • Published by Family Friend Poems October 2016 with permission of the Author.

    Are you depressed or down in the dumps? Do you want to give up on your goals and just quit? If this applies to you, this is exactly what you have been looking for to motivate you to come back even harder and achieve your dreams.

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    When times are hard, you might stop for a bit,
    But it's not over until the moment you quit.
    On a river's bridge, failures are the planks;
    Take one step at a time until you reach its banks.

    Don't give up on your dreams; chase them instead;
    You will find, one morning, as you wake up from bed,
    That you are the person about whom you dreamed,
    And you can reach great heights, impossible though it seemed.

    When things go wrong and your back is to the wall,
    Try to stand up; no more can you fall.
    Life is full of ups and downs; take them in your stride.
    You will discover your little star hidden inside.

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