#poetry by women

[words-never-spoken]

i miss the days

when this felt like home

when i felt wrapped in love and chaos and my phone

and everything felt like an old film

i watched once

where everything was perfect

i should have known something would go wrong

-k.c.

[weusedtobegiants]

“You expected—more brutality?”

Anaïs Nin, from The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931-1932

[pomegranateandcoffee]

Forough Farrokhzad poetry for today

[belovedapollo]

“I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly”

— Tulips, Sylvia Plath

[onherway]

From my debut poetry book: Dangerous Sessions: The Black Room

[vomitingwords]

IF WORDS COULD HOLD YOU// MA.C.A

[imfullofworms]

I will kiss

you, always.

When you are,

here, when you

are gone, when

your lips are

blue and

rotten; I

will always

need to, want

to kiss you. So

your coffin

or mine?

by me

[katherine-ophelia]

The chapter of despair has ended, and a new beginning has sprung upon us. Titled: abundance.

[words-never-spoken]

lay in my lap and wax poetically of the stars

whisper to me all of your secrets

i’ll keep them hidden in my heart

until i take my last, dying breath

-k.c.

[weusedtobegiants]

you the garden and the grave,

Ada Limón, from Bright Dead Things: Poems

[creatediana]

Ruba'i by the Sufi poet Mahsati (1098–1185), translated by Paul Smith

After nearly 900 years, Mahsati is highly respected for her courageous poetry that condemned religious fanaticism and prejudices, hypocrisy and dogmas. In the city of Ganjeh in Azerbaijan, a street and a school, an academic institution, a museum and others have been named after her.

[belovedapollo]

my copy of Emily Dickinson — The Gorgeous Nothings came today and I feel so inspired, motivated and touched deeply 💌 reblog ok, don’t repost

[onherway]

A poem from my new book Dangerous Sessions: The Black Room

[cosmicbirch8]

Fuschia Mists

She floats in fuschia mists beneath the towering birch

A voyager from constellations far

Bringing her dreams to life

She has the aura of a star

She blazes true and bright

A sweet soulful seer

Born of a winter kiss

Devoid of earthly fear

Truth shines, awakened

Within her cerulean eyes

An infinite soul in motion

beneath clear saccharine skies

Her laughter is filled with rainbows

Like a meadow in full bloom

Her wild heart illuminating

The bleakest blackened gloom

Breathing ancient magic

She lingers for loves knowledge

A mirror of all the seasons

A tempest of passion and courage

A warrior, a poet

A fierce protective aspiration

A promise in disguise

A delicate affirmation

Cosmic Birch

[detroitlib]

From our vertical files: "Public Library" by Anne Campbell

[bell-honey-well]

Good Morning

Today I'll wake up like a flower.

I'll feel the wind on my skin.

I'll open my eyes

And look out at the skies.

I'll remember there's hope

And I'll grin.