poetry – Page 43 – FEMININE COLLECTIVE

WAR

November 10, 2018September 13, 2019 Elizabeth Regen

I can’t keep Them straight in my head anymore- The shootings. The victims. The gunmen. The guns used. Vegas. The hotel. The windows of the hotel. From the window of the hotel. The concert. The nightclub. They were dancing. They were young. They were shot. Hiding in the bathroom. At Read more

Imagination

October 23, 2018November 26, 2018 Krystal Beatriz Galvis

It was going to happen sooner or later. I couldn’t help it. I let myself imagine he was you. His hand on my hand. His lips on my forehead. His lips on my lips. I would believe that your arms are actually his and that they would wrap around me, Read more

Sunday and Vidalia Onions

October 22, 2018October 22, 2018 Kim Sisto Robinson

Every Sunday, before she prayed, My mother peeled three Vidalia onions For dinner, chopping them into pretty White teeth. I curled beneath her feet At first, rubbing my small fingers over Her beige legs, smooth as an onion. Later, I sat Zen on a plastic chair, bare Thighs sticky against Read more

MOOD

October 19, 2018May 26, 2023 Dori Owen

she fears the dark as it consumes her slowly and then all at once trapping her in its never ending quest to seize her mind and bury her soul. she’s trapped inside just a girl lost in a mood maelstrom waiting to capture back her soul. she knows she understands Read more

When We’re Dead

October 19, 2018October 19, 2018 Paakhi Bhatnagar

How long until I forget the sound of your voice- the sunlight seeping in through your bedroom window, you telling me you’d rather talk in the dark. Escaping to your terrace and taking pictures of the sunset, talking with the flowers blooming in the spring. Did you know I was Read more

Black Swan

October 18, 2018October 18, 2018 Jacquie Prebich

I dance darkness madness insanity and fright devour calm the still the quiet the nice dread grins stoned eyes lake of lies awake while asleep aware unaware poetry bites jolted tarred black rocked revived fighting light writing dead dreams into exquisite frights I kiss fresh fear soft flesh pornographic sights Read more

Conform

October 18, 2018October 18, 2018 Emily Algar

I’m talking but no one is listening. Words pour out of my mouth Real words, actual words, fully formed assertive words But no one is listening. They hear different words. Different fully formed words Words they like, words they agree with Words that make their world a little easier and Read more

I Covered All The Mirrors

October 18, 2018October 18, 2018 Olivia Stirton

You describe the day as “beautiful” While shielding your eyes From the sun. I can’t help but wonder If all those times you called me “beautiful” You were closing your eyes. Photo Credit: Gilbert-Noël Sfeir Mont-Liban Flickr via Compfight cc