poetry – Page 52 – FEMININE COLLECTIVE

Rebirth

May 22, 2018May 22, 2018 Anon Feminine Collective

I peeled back the Earth I heard her scream in the hole I placed a seed the wound would heal I looked above, the sun will squeeze through the black fluff there’s a force greater than us but I lacked the tools And like the blind leading the fool I Read more

Chasing the Sun

May 22, 2018May 22, 2018 Jacqueline Cioffa

Don’t look down at your feet The answers won’t magically appear On some tiny telephone screen with videos buzzing megabytes and wasted seconds A billion unknown faces The unfamiliar bizarre millennial Scrolling fast and furious Thunderstorms and lightening threaten Look up and out and dig deep Go ahead look all Read more

My Love Has No Fear

May 20, 2018August 13, 2021 John Michael Antonio

I am not afraid of my naked vulnerabilities or society’s foolish expectations or the ridicule in their eyes or the tears in my own as I pour myself out into your hands and listen to your beautiful mouth speak because my love has no fear and I want to savor Read more

My Husband Doesn’t Want Another Baby

May 20, 2018May 17, 2018 Elisabeth Horan

what kind of canyon is so deep it’s impossible to hit bottom how deep the fault line might go under earth armor, violence as naughty as my tantrum, when he defies me again with the: n.o. I’m terrible twos again choke throat and spine puncture mucus lungs and asthma purveyor Read more

I Am

May 18, 2018May 17, 2018 Julie Anderson

Stunned into silence when I joined the ranks of the secret keepers, we speak with our eyes only, that is why my lashes linger, faintly shut. I am protecting my soul from the secret thieves, like the others. We are quietly watching, waiting, wondering when you will be brave enough Read more

Who, you?

May 18, 2018May 17, 2018 Mika Durrant

“Who, you!?” She exclaimed with a gasp, After I told her, I too, felt out of place Under watchful gazes in the tattoo parlor People seemingly made of other stuff. “But you’re so… you know, cool!” I wondered when, this face had become seen as such. The face kept Read more

Drugged

May 16, 2018May 16, 2018 Paakhi Bhatnagar

From the duvets of undivided procrastination I allow myself a narrow glimpse into the fertile garden of my flaws, through the shadowed, omnipresent remorse, I can read a story it goes- she lets herself grow through others she waters herself from the sins they tried to forgive, her unholy chest Read more

Thorn and Kiss

May 16, 2018June 11, 2018 Jen Rouse

You bite your lip in nervous habit, a tiny blossom of blood rises. I want to put my thumb there, to taste the salt and pain. In nervous habit, I want this blood to rise like a rose against your thigh. Tiny blossom against my lips. I want your bite, Read more