#poetry by women

[weusedtobegiants]

I have smelled my own honey on his mouth.

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

[pomegranateandcoffee]

Forough Farrokhzad poetry for today

[laddersofsweetmisery]

Excerpt by Nikki Howard, @laddersofsweetmisery

[belovedapollo]

“I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly”

— Tulips, Sylvia Plath

[onherway]

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

[arylleth]

I wil wage war for you anywhere but in myself by harrietselinapoetry

[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

[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.

[katherine-ophelia]

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

[weusedtobegiants]

“You expected—more brutality?”

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

[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

[laddersofsweetmisery]

PMDD is kicking ass today specifically, mine.

Anyways here's a few rhymes on how I feel about it

[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

[themortal-muse]

Do we see the same?

Do we see the same? We all have eyes, two in a pair, But do they see the same despair?

Do you notice the things I do? How a child smiles when it gets a balloon, How the wind blows the leaves in the afternoon, How a man looks over at the moon, And wonders when it will consume, The joy that has cut through.

The raindrops on my face, the ones that I drew, With a pencil that was hidden in my dreams, I took it from behind my silent screams. But now I'm just contemplating, what to do?

Do we see the same ? Maybe it's time I show you the things I see And maybe it's time I realize that you won't leave me

[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.