First published 11/2/2022 – Last edited 30/4/2025
Wild Woman Poetry
In this evocative wild women empowerment poem, the ocean becomes a mirror for feminine strength, accepting inevitable aging with grace, and the raw, untamed beauty of our female spirit.
Explore how the tides and cycles of nature echo the journeys through the feminine.
At once deep and shallow, our energies oscillate through time and challenges gaining wisdom, and relearning about our inherent wild woman underneath it all.
Wild Woman Poem
– If the Ocean was a Woman –
If the Ocean was a Woman
By Natacha Neveu for The Sorting House
Do you think she would bother about her uncountable years
or how many have mapped, explored and traversed her before?
Would she ask whether the bright, burning sun and moon were flattering
to all her rhythmic ripples and undulating curves?
Do you think she would still herself quietly to appease whoever didn’t care to comprehend
or respect her deepest, darkest of wonders first?
Might she one day ponder if she is lashing too much on the shores?
Will she ever play along nicely as they have always implored?
For rich man’s greed and profit,
is there any chance to be convinced of being less salty
and free in sustaining the world?
Certainly not, most unlikely, probably never,
not even if she wanted to.
For the current of life that runs through her
is much stronger, even than her.
A woman as strong and wild as the ocean,
ought to then see the wisdom in every last wrinkle,
and line drawn by the same current that animates life,
much vaster than hers.
The natural carvings of remembrance,
generations of experience,
that lovingly give texture to soft, sagging skin.
Blessings and released trauma,
in every hue of thinning grey, white,
or dark and thick, wiry, witchy hair.
Every last creaky bone, blemish and voluptuous roll of skin,
all of it honouring the perfect imperfections,
they tried to tame the savage nature out of us with.
Never will they stop our laughter and tears,
none of our old crones’, maidens’ and babies’ years,
losses and pains, through all of the hardships and gains,
not a single drop will be successfully blocked.
We may have lived lives with sometimes much missing,
yet also, I’m sure,
often heavily winning.
We are wild women,
and ought to be proud
of all that has marked us.
Beautifully scarred is life
upon our bodily vessels,
wilfully waged, more or less,
in amongst the savagest of oceans.
Until eventually,
bountiful of woman’s adventurous experiences,
we release ourselves peacefully.
And just like any other wave,
crash into oblivion,
whilst generously contributing to the next
already gaining on the shore.
Wild Women Empowerment Poem: Interpretation and Symbolism
This poem about female empowerment intertwines the imagery of the ocean with the complexities of wild womanhood—resilience, beauty, aging, and power. It rejects society’s taming and celebrates the perfection in imperfections as sacred marks of experience that couldn’t be anything more or less. So we might as well embrace all those waves that make us all that we are.
What does the wild ocean in you say today? Share your reflections or your own wild woman empowerment poem in the comments below.
