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Everyone seems to know what we should be and what makes one a woman. Everyone thinks that a woman either physically looks like worn out sheets in burnt out Soho, eye bags decorated on each eye like designer bags in the last seasons. Either you’re in your 30s to 40s; a woman is never measured
Following the election, I found myself nestling most of my ire and emotions into my chest. I didn’t write much about it, particularly in poetry, mostly because I didn’t want to be met with the harsh revelation of the country’s given state. Now, a few months later, I found myself combing through what was truly needing to claw out of
I write this poem in a poetry class I took in university recently. My professor and many students were overcome with grief about the mosque shooting in Quebec City that took the lives of six men in January of 2017. My professor, a poet herself, assigned us homework for the week: to write a poem,
“Solace in My Oceans of Tears” Tears flowed down my cheek As rapids behave with a river. Detaching from you made me weak. Your name delivers a painful quiver. Heavy thought of you remind me of what once was good. Your presence was gentle, and it brought forth tranquility. While you could be found, I
Growing up, I never thought I would be much of a writer. Because of my ADHD, it was absolutely impossible for me to sit and focus on something for five minutes, let alone hours. I always dreaded English class in fear of being forced to write about this or that. And don’t get me wrong,
Five months have rolled around since the 2016 Nobel Prize winners were announced and singer-songwriter Bob Dylan was noticeably absent from the awards ceremony two months ago. However, recently Dylan has announced that he will finally accept his Nobel Prize for literature. The Nobel prize committee shocked people around the globe when they announced the
This poem was written to describe the dysphoria I feel in my everyday life so that others can see my perspective, possibly relate to it, and maybe even find comfort in knowing that someone understands how they are feeling. When I wrote this poem, I felt suffocated and trapped because I had spent the entire
There was a mix of inspirations that went into this poem. Nearly two years ago, I had been having this reoccurring dream of someone I had once loved walking into the ocean, and I couldn’t save them from the water swallowing them whole. It wasn’t until a friend of mine told me to write this
I wrote this poem when I was 14 and just beginning high school. It is about the first girl I ever loved. I was in a bad place at that point in my life and I turned to poetry as an outlet for the pain I was feeling. This was the result. "I love you,"
His nails are like glass Moving smoothly against skin Cut me slowly before class He says he loves me again Please forgive me He will caress my fragile bones Though my heart is made of stone But I can’t make it on my own His arms are now my home Please forgive me His body
“That’s why they make children learn them in school. They don’t want them messing about with them on their own. I mean, just imagine if a sonnet went off accidentally. Boom.” – Sylvia, ‘Sylvia‘ (2003) “Well, anyone can write a poem, can’t they?” is a question I often hear when I say i’d like
