Poetry: Infinite Love

By Monica C. Voskamp


She seeks after more

More beauty,  more attention, more fame

Anything for people to look her way.


She strives chasing the wind

For something that can never

Be bought, gained or achieved.


She seeks after more

More than possible for her to give

More than possible for her to attain.


What is this foolishness

Girl yet not woman

Striving for more?


What is this atrocity

Woman of a wife

Trying to earn love?


Women of this planet

Beautiful souls tormented

All yearning for love.


dear feminine souls, listen close

Stop all the mindless chatter

Listen to truth untold.


Precious one of a kind you,

You matter.

Not for what you do,

Not for what you become,

Not for what you lack.


You simply matter

Because you are loved

The woman of you.


You are loved with

Such wild authenticity

Beyond what you can imagine

Beyond what you can believe.


This gentle power of love

Has already walked the chambers

Of your anguished soul.

Has already felt the depth

Of your pain.


Love already understands

All you wish to be

But all you are not.


Love doesn’t demand

Doesn’t ask one iota of you.

Rather she gives,  embraces

The entirety of you.


Women of this world,

Please listen close

You need to hear.


You are loved,

There is nothing more

Nothing more to the equation.


You are loved beyond

Every shadow of any doubt.

Embrace this truth.


Come enter warmth,

Release your weary body

Into the sphere of free,

No price tags, no demands

Only peaceful belonging.


Wild uncontainable beauty,

Fire that ignites your soul,

This is what you’re longing for,

Infinite love.


Where you belong

Where you are called

Is beyond human knowledge

Is beyond the fathomable.


Dear feminine beauties, you,

Relentless, unconditional love

Inks every letter of your name.


Nothing for you to do,

Nothing to stand and protest

Nothing changes the verdict.


Infinite love writes only truth:

You. Are. Loved.


Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

*Photo Credit: Photo by Petr Ovralov on Unsplash

Poetry: Feminine Gold

By Monica C. Voskamp 

Is that all I am


Time after time

One form of you

Picks me up

Looks me over

And throws me away

Without a

Backward glance.


Is that all I’m worth?

Just a pretty

Pitiful plaything

For a time

Till some other

Shiny penny

Catches your eye?


Prove me wrong

You breed called men

Aren’t all this way

Just don’t prove me


I’d rather keep

My glitter of hope

There is a different



But maybe it is more

What I once heard: 

The more I see myself

Someone rare  beautiful

Someone worth holding on to 

Someone worth more.

Then I won’t let

Any man’s grime

Even touch me.


Maybe then I’ll see the other

Half of the breed

Who aspire to be better

Who give dignity

To the species of

Feminine gold

Including the figure

Of me.


Yes, once I see myself

Wholly through

These eyes

Of such high worth

Of beauty undefinable 

Then I will believe 



I want, need to know

By myself

Than told by you

My worth is not

That pitiful roadside trash 

Rather my worth is more

It’s breathtaking beautiful 

 It’s Feminine Gold.


Always hope. Always believe. Always love. 💕

*Photo Credit: https://unsplash.com/@priscilladupreez

Poetry: A Man’s Queen

By Monica C. Voskamp


She throws herself to him.

Her body.

Her soul. Her time.

Her love. Her affection.


She throws herself to him

Everything she has

Hoping to gain his attention.

She will sacrifice the whole of herself

For just one shallow glance

Of his attention.


And there she lays herself

Down at his feet

Not worthy of anything

But being scuffed on,

Only worthy of

Being his doormat.


She never finds love.

She never finds security.

All she finds is the certainty

She lives beneath his feet.


There is something

She has missed.

Something she wished

She would have seen.

She chose to be a man’s doormat

When she could’ve chose to be

A man’s queen.


Always hope. Always believe. Always love. 💕

*Photo Credit: https://unsplash.com/@lu_pl_ph

Poetry: I Am More

By Monica C. Voskamp

I say no.

You say, So?

I say wait,

You say, let’s go.

I change my mind,

you couldn’t care less.


Your mind is fixed

Regardless of my word.

Regardless of my state.

Regardless of my pain.


You are gaining,

I am losing,

You have power,

I lack courage.

You call the shots,

I’m scared to object.

I don’t believe in myself

Just yet.


One day I will.

I will push back.

I will stand my ground.

I will walk away head high

Even when you command,

And Threaten me

I’ll put on my heels

And just walk away

With Dignity.


I will walk away , I will.

I am worth far more

Than your worthless pushover



I am more.

I am more than just some mans


I am more than a lowlife


I am more than a pawn

Manipulated by corrupted hands.

I am so much,



Always believe. Always hope. Always love. ❤️

* Photo Credit:https://unsplash.com/@___rob__

Poetry: ..Worthy..

By Monica C. Voskamp


No one.

No one determines your worth

but you.


You determine your worth

You discover your worth

You believe the truth

too long untold:

You are worthy.


You are worthy,

not a pitiful worm

not a sour taste

not a mistake.

You are worthy,

Worthy of good.


Believe, receive, accept

this truth finally told,

You. Are. Worthy.

Now live loud,

Look up and wear

your  rightful crown,



Always believe. Always hope. Always love.  💕

* Photo Credit: https://unsplash.com/@jaysoobs