fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about what makes a good poem and the poetry rules that were made to be broken.
I AM JANE DOE
I AM JANE DOE Content Warning: This poem contains references to child sexual abuse, sexual assault, grooming, pregnancy resulting from abuse, reproductive coercion, suicidal thoughts and attempts, psychiatric hospitalization, family abandonment, victim-blaming, and the failure of adults and authorities to protect a child. Some descriptions may be difficult or triggering for survivors.
By Lilithea Adasia26 days ago in Poets
My Pain. Content Warning.
I felt your rain upon my face as it trinkled down my throat. I danced in rain all about your place; squished it between my toes, accepting the cleansing restoration, return of all lost hope, peeling back the layered sands as the lands still flood below. lifting worship, I praise your name, cause your strength is how I cope. A gift to all of God's creation, let Jesus steer your boat. He calms the seas. He brings you rain. He will keep you afloat. He has the keys to break all the chains; to Him I shall devote. He loved us then, as He loves us now; restores all whom are broke. He is our peace. Oh! Hear how He cries. . please. Don't get trapped within the smoke. Everly patient, graciously waiting, Jesus Christ come quickly you alone are our only hope!
By Dina Evans 27 days ago in Poets
Years
All those years ago, we didn't need the rest of the world. We had our own rhythm, our own quiet language, and a kind of gravity that pulled us together when everything else spun out. I can still feel the exact temperature of those nights, the way your breath felt against my skin before the years piled up between us, back when we were fierce, untouched, and entirely ours.
By Syl De'Vil27 days ago in Poets
