30 phrases from poems about women who ooze strength and femininity

I am a woman in a phenomenal way. Phenomenal Woman: So am I.

Maya Angelou

I am a mature woman who sometimes goes on a swing. I am an insecure child who sometimes wears high heels. I’m a woman who swings, I’m a child who puts up with it.

Martha Medeiros

Other women’s bodies are not our battleground.

Rupi Kaur

Well, now I’m a woman. I had surgery and became a woman. You don’t have to accept me, you don’t even have to look at me, but now I’m a woman.

Angelica Freitas

It is because this adorable, divine creature cannot be explained or understood: one looks for the woman and one finds the girl, one wants to see the girl and one finds the woman.

Machado de Assis

This body at the age of 12 was delivered on a tray to a man of 30 something, the womb to the 12 fetuses, the breasts to the 10 children who lived, hands on the floor of the house, the stove, planting on the farm…

Estela Lacerda

The light that comes from the stones, from the depths of the stone, you harvest it, woman, you distribute it so generously and at the window of the world.

Pedro Tamen

To love a woman, more than trying to conquer her, you have to be conquered… all taken and, with a little luck, also be loved!

Carlos Drummond deAndrade

We fly to the moon, menstruating. The men shout: – they are the witches. Women think: – they are the angels. Children say: – they are the fairies.

Maria Teresa Horta

I female-matrix. I driving force. I woman.

Conceição Evaristo

Strong women know the taste of their own hate. I’m always building nests. Where it’s very windy, I want the security of oblique numbers.

audre lord

Your smile is the fluid distance, the subtlety of the air. It almost sleeps in the soft clamor and dissipates and is born from oblivion like an indivisible breath.

Antonio Ramos Rosa

Beautiful, my beautiful, your voice, your skin, your nails. Beautiful, my beautiful, your being, your light, your shadow, beautiful.

Pablo Neruda

I was a vulgar woman, half-witch, half-beast, a modernist laugh scratching in my throat, trickster, faggot, well-fated, vandal, perhaps Machiavellian, and one day I sulked.

Ana Cristina Cesar

First, I was a shell, an early weeping oyster acute skill in not saying, like so many women, the infertile silence wove me. Then, body as moon, populated with images of the generous harvest…

Ana Cecilia Cunha

I’m not your ilk, I don’t want your litany. To be poorly accompanied I prefer to stay on my own.

Alice Ruiz

It was a mistake to shine so many times to light up darkness that weren’t even yours, but it made you become a galaxy. Ever since you were little you turn chaos into stars.

Ryane Leão

Oh, the beloved woman is like the wave alone, running away from the shores, resting on the bottom, will be the star, and beyond.

Vinicius de Moraes

Thou art the rarest of all roses; and the rarest things are more precious.

Junqueiro War

I am that woman whom time has taught a lot. She taught to love life and not give up the fight, to start over in defeat, to renounce negative words and thoughts.

Cora Coralina

I am the one who is lost in the world, I am the one who in life has no north, I am the sister of the Dream, and in this luck, I am the crucified… The sore… Shadow of a tenuous and fading mist.

Florbela Espanca

The woman-girl to love herself is born, with water in her belly and in her eyes.

Elisa Lucinda

Ah, that a woman always gives the impression that if she closes her eyes, when she opens them she will no longer be there with her smile and her plots. Let it arise, do not come; leave, she does not go.

Vinicius de Moraes

How beautiful women are!

Manuel Bandeira

Woman, you are half woman, half dream.

Rabindranath Tagore

To be a woman, to desire another pure and winged soul to be able, with her, to cross the infinite, to feel a sad, insipid, isolated life, to seek a companion and find a master…

Gilka Machado

Do not be ashamed, women: it is your privilege to contain others and give others an outlet—you are the gates of the body and you are the gates of the soul.

Walt Whitman

I-woman in red rivers inaugurate life. In a low voice violent the eardrums of the world. I foresee. I anticipate. Before-alive. Before – now – what is to come.

Conceição Evaristo