A Heroine

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This poetry is dedicated to all the women in the world. It speaks of their strength, beauty and will power.


A heroine

Woman, a definition of strength 
Filled with great ecstacy
Minted in dynasty of power.
Her will are quirky!
Quick to love, quick to anger.
Mother of faith, 
Powerhouse of kindness.

Her toils,
Her joys,  
Her tears,
Her smiles, 
Her...beauty...

Woman, a creation heritage.
Warrior in heart:
Virtuous beyond doubt,
Relic of hope, fortitude of life.
Her prints are carved to schlep
The primitive growth 
of the world she bore.

Woman, an invaluable piece!
Pristine in all form
League of caregiver 
Luminary of destiny wrights.

Woman,
On her soft lips are susceptible stream.
Woman,
Her special curve are her strength.
Woman,
Her prayers are the season's fortune.
Woman,
Her complexion is a breds brave heart, 
Woman, 
Her souls speaks of a privy knowledge into man's world.
Woman,
In her heart are crystal jewel.

Comments

Alalade remilekun said…
Nice poem keep the good work going like this tho am a not a poem fan buh this got me ✌💯🔥
8 March 2023 at 17:36
Unknown said…
Well-written! Keep writing, brother.❤️
8 March 2023 at 18:34
Heartbeat of a pen said…
Amazing piece ✨I love it💖 God bless your ink sir
8 March 2023 at 20:26
Olushola said…
Beautiful!
10 March 2023 at 23:35
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