Poems About Strong Women Under Pressure

By Laura Gibson Kudey



Can’t breathe under countless glares

Lying empty from giving

All of me, but none of me

My true self lost to judging.

Pressure bares down on my soul

Will none understand my pain?

My pleasure lies in serving

Yet none accept my true gain

All they see are order rules

How dare I give my lifeline

My talents must match their own

Throwing my pearls before swine.

Hopeless to please human kind

My soul finds freedom above

There’s one who holds my pearls close

My gifts are His righteous love.


Forging Diamonds

She was born into darkness

The room gasped at the new sight

Him powerless and frozen

Handed a child, scared and helpless


A scream pierced the silence

The figure ran from his spawn

Engulfed in arms of strangers

Her world was ruled by compliance


Loneliness imprints with fear

Fear is the friend of the weak

Save her from desolation

Bring her out of this voided sphere


Roots run deep in drought and winds

Shells made dazzling by harsh tides

Queens are born in war, not peace

Endless pressures will forge Diamonds


Fire rises in ashes

Want shan’t hold back her spirit

Hell hath no fury or wrath

As a woman lost in masses


She laughs at the infinite storm

Within her grows unending

Passion and life eternal

Strength comes out from the anguished form


Teach us your ways, oh daughter

We learn from your example

No longer shackled by fear

Drought has brought out living water


Light embraces her demise

The room mourns at the lost sight

A child holds her frozen hand

Her powerful child stands strong, wise.


Room of Forgotten Dreams

The bright sphere rises over the room of comfort

She pulls the warmth back over her young form

Sleep and safety forever her allies

Keeping her from a possible hail storm


The bright sphere rises over the room of comfort

Dreams fill her restless nights and dark dwelling

Left alone, suppressed, they fade ever still

Fear is the perfume for the repelling


The bright sphere rises over the room of comfort

Voices pound and call from the bleeding walls

Come out, no stay; here, no there, now away

Stay in solitude, Escape restless thralls


The bright sphere rises over the room of comfort

Males will tumble and fall under the warmth

Rings rust, veils tear, vows forgotten and lost

Joy never found returns into the earth


The bright sphere sets over the dark room of comfort

A chill rises in the abandoned form

No risks taken, but no rewards to gain

The world’s loss, never to see her transform


Bleeding Soul

Her shields were set to maximum

The core was impenetrable

The crusty shell hardened around

The beautiful soul chose to drown


Joy but remained only surface deep

Like paper bags holding lava

Masks of smiles and short complete bliss

Hid the gaping darkened abyss


Love refuses to conquer all

When it can’t enter the door

Love will melt any broken heart

But the deadbolt must first depart


Please open the chasm to give

Don’t hold back your talents and gifts

The cake will spoil if given years

One’s youth comes, than it disappears


If only this weeping girl could see

Peers, friends, lovers and passers by

All had in common the same soul

That she needn’t cry for control


Instead she stands ever alone

Beneath the lipstick, likes and charm

A rose internally bleeding

None knowing her inner pleading


Haven’t we learned from tales of old?

Not one is without past or sin

But still we fake a perfect life

We die from cloaking inner strife

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