by Isobel Scanlan ✿

I buy myself flowers

Because no-one else does.

But I don't think this means

I don't deserve flowers.

by Anayis N. Der Hakopian ✿

Adorn them with flowers

For their love and their fight

For the spirits they stand for

And the ones who have to still hide

Award them for standing tall

by Sophia Bosma ✿

I am overgrown and messy. There are weeds growing in my yard that I will simply never pick. For I have decided to let them grow and overwhelm the gardens. I stopped trying to make the lawn presentable and pretty. I don’t pick out the dying pieces that make the neighbors stare.

by Imogen Kathleen ✿

They call her ‘strong’

like the stem of a rose,

bending slightly under the weight of the sun.

They call her ‘brave’

like the patient daisy

by Grace Ellis ✿

I know this Werewolf,

A real nice gal. Well,

Most of the time.

She has this tendency

To just drop by,

Unannounced and uninvited.

by Lavínia Vianini ✿

Before writing a poem

You must vacuum the tapestry,

clean the wine stain from off the counter,

organize the words from the bookshelf

of ideas.

by Lavinia Vianini ✿

She was right, you do resemble the moon.

A vision. Dim light

The opening of a mouth, a door, a soul

by Lavínia Vianini ✿

leave the table before the host

swallow the shards of glass from the broken cup

pluck the petals from a tulip

one at a time

by Louise Kim ✿

upon a sea of vibrant lavender

we drape a picnic—the sail-like blanket

crushes a small field of flowers, oozing a

scintillating scent that stars our eyes.

by Louise Kim ✿

this is for girls with Mary janes

and rings on every finger—

you’re spring. always have been.

by Esther Gonzales ✿

I saw a rainbow today

Just as it began

To fade away

by Lisette ✿

you’ve seen me cry enough tears to fill the sea

teeming with uncertainty

by Carlotta Riechmann ✿

Shivering tonight, I see my jumper

on the chair. To think,

I’d kick it off the bed

whenever you were there

by Aisling King ✿

Summer slips into the equinox and autumn awakens

The earth inviting the nightfall to linger.

The first morning she awoke to a sky veiled by the moon’s gaze

by Alex Dunton✿

Nancy Spungen to Sid Vicious on the 12th of October 1978 found under the sink at the Chelsea Hotel New York

It's the same old song and dance my friend

From 17 to 20

Years passing like the dilation of eyes

A needle on a bathroom tile

by Grace McNicholas ✿

Sitting opposite

Our bodies crackling from

The buzz of red wine

Mixed with an expansive

Gut felt love

by Grace McNicholas ✿

I think I can see the kind of life I’d like to build…

by Grace McNicholas ✿

I think, sometimes,

The world signs at the end of each day

Even the ordinary ones

Especially, perhaps, the ordinary ones.

by Imogen Beaumont ✿

in early summer, you wander about

in a warm haze, staggering with

drunken freedom.

by Imogen Beaumont ✿

They don’t teach you it in school but

they teach you similes, analogies, metaphors,

which gets you close enough –