Her Body A Temple

Mirrors stretch ceiling to floor only

wall decor her own body black-legginged

taut white tank top torso-molded

action figure ready to raise iron

Guest UserFebruary 4, 2021Poetry, women writers, FWWRComment

To Love A Mermaid

To love a mermaid means to find algae on your shoes. To forgive the smell of seaweed, become averse to sushi, and stop calling your period “shark week”.

Guest UserJanuary 23, 2021Poetry, FWWR, WOMEN WRITERS, LOVEComment

Step into the unknown, exploration of Deering Mangroves

Surges of energy rush through my body and captivate my mind

Time stands still as I walk into this other world

The morning sun peeks through the brilliant green canopy

Guest UserJanuary 21, 2021Ekphrastic Poetry, Poetry, Women writers, FWWRComment

Bird | Recipe for Eggshells

I escape to Yorkshire

try to fathom endearing terms

like love and duck

meant with genuine compassion

Guest UserJanuary 19, 2021Poetry, Sexuality, FWWR, WOMEN WRITERSComment

sonnet love affair

I first fell out of love in seventh grade:

130, read out loud, line by line.

This poet could demean and bitch and whine

then call it love.

Guest UserJanuary 16, 2021Poetry, SONNET, SHAKESPEARE, FWWR, WOMEN WRITERSComment

She Wakes

She wakes each

morning to song,

willing to let the rain

Guest UserJanuary 14, 2021Poetry, FWWR, WOMEN WRITERS, WOMEN AUTHORSComment

New Shape of Family

…This is to say, we now stand on the other side

of those memories, recycling the past

to create this new shape of family…

Guest UserDecember 24, 2020Poetry, FWWR authors, Women writers, Family, resiliencyComment

Body of Water

…You pulled me from the water,

from your blood river.

I swallowed the umbilical cord

whole, still wet…

Guest UserDecember 10, 2020Poetry, FWWR AUTHOR, WOMEN WRITERSComment

Sedative Pink

No word to name it. She knows

this colour like she knows each drop of milk

her mother gives,

how crying is the purest alarm

Guest UserDecember 8, 2020Ekphrastic Poetry, Poetry, Women writers, FWWR authorsComment

Delectable Woman: Serves One

Preheat body through fourteen school years coming home sunburnt

after annual sports days on shadeless fields. Pour your time into

cupped hands until overflowing. Keep as many secrets inside….

Guest UserDecember 3, 2020Poetry, FWWR Authors, Women writersComment

A Note to My Younger Self

Dear little girl, I know you are very young

You are so worried about perfect instead of having fun

Your hair is dark and so are your thoughts

Always thinking about what you are not

Guest UserDecember 1, 2020Poetry, FWWR Authors, Women writersComment

Beauty from Pain

I used to imagine myself wrapped up in flames

Aching to feel the heat.

I could see the blood draining from my wrists

Just to feel the release.

Guest UserNovember 26, 2020FWWR, Poetry, WOC, WOC writersComment

where the grass grows

Boxed photographs in an attic

Full of grass

Morals torn to rags

Mirrors hung against

rusted and broken walls

Guest UserNovember 24, 2020Poetry, Fwwr, WOC Writers, WOC, Grief, FamilyComment

She is

She is breaking chains

She is rising up

She is beautiful

She is sanctified

She knows

Guest UserNovember 19, 2020Poetry, FWWR, Body love, Empowerment, Women writersComment

Reclaiming My Life

And someday,

I'll find my peace, and be proud on my own

It is now your final hour

I am taking back

My power

Guest UserNovember 17, 2020Poetry, WOC, FWWR, self-affirmation Comment

Longing

I want to light myself with the darkness of your soul

As I wander through the dreary poisoned veins

That fuse together in chaotic delight

And fill the gap in my chest where there once was a hole

Guest UserNovember 12, 2020Poetry, Passion, Romance, WOC, WOC Writers, FWWRComment

The Body Remembers

The body remembers.

The body reminds.

It remembers the fire inside.

Guest UserNovember 10, 2020fwwr authors, Poetry, trauma, bodyComment

I Speak the Language of Sorrow and Pain / Hablo el Lenguaje del Dolor y Sufrimiento

Sorrow so deep

As a river-split canyon

Being gagged so I can’t

Speak my pain into space

The rocks pound deeper

Guest UserNovember 5, 2020Poetry, WOC, women of color, women writers, fwwr authorsComment

Whose Grief

Whose grief do I hold in my hands

it is a dark animal shape

asleep on my chest, a stone

worn smooth

Guest UserNovember 3, 2020Poetry, FWWR authors, women writers Comment

Dear Girl; Dear Woman

Flushed
Freckled cheeks
Framed by curls
-kept wild to
collect dandelion fluff-

Guest UserOctober 29, 2020Poetry, FWWR, women writers, self-love, self-affirmationComment