heartache it is a warm summer's day or a bitter winter's eve a visitor - the new friend the old friend with darned holes in your friendship to accompany a bar of chocolate or the tears you've spent to puncture an awkward silence and fill it with whistling steam … Continue reading 10 reasons for tea
You have been in my thoughts this week, despite the fact I have forgotten everything about you: the particular blue of your eyes, the shape of your hands when they hold things, the curve of your lips when you smile, the warmth of your chest, of your arms, the touch … Continue reading Enough is enough
Dusk descends like honey on the back of a spoon, onto my lips, into my mouth, slipping down the length of my throat; sunset upon the horizon, melting butter & sugar to stir in the honey warm in the pit of my belly which is no longer churning with fear tonight, but with sweetness; heavenly … Continue reading Honey, butter & sugar
I often wonder what she was really like: the little girl I used to be. I’ve heard so many stories and I’ve imagined so many moments I no longer know which memories are true and which are figments - fragments of pillow thoughts or wandering daydreams. Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 Between the Trees … Continue reading Little girl
Last night a storm raged outside. Last night I forgot how to apologise. Lightning streaked the sky; electric crackles of the fury I had no valid reason to feel yet I continued to chew the insides of my cheeks and furrow my brow in thunder loud anger. Even when the rains moved on and the … Continue reading The storm
FVR is now accepting submissions for the month of August ❤
To new and regular contributors to Free Verse Revolution, the August submissions window is open!
The theme will be Chance and it can be interpreted in any way you wish; whether that be a piece about luck, taking a chance, weighing up the odds, the nature of chance or a lost opportunity.
I accept poetry and short pieces of prose which interpret the theme of the month in some way, and only one piece from each writer; but you may send up to three pieces for consideration.
Send your submissions to myscreamingtwenties@gmail.com
August’s theme: Chance
Interpret the theme any way you wish; you do not need to use the word as a title. Pieces may be previously published.
Submission format: poem/short prose should be attached via email as a Word Document or Google Doc. Please refrain from pasting it into the email as this makes formatting very difficult.
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I was watching a blackbird sunbathe when the dandelion fairy fell into my lap. Greedily, I scooped it into my palm like a child who desires the moon. I wished, then wished again, wondering if my chosen wish was good enough; was it worth the flight? Then, I blew, soft and gentle, watched the fairy … Continue reading The dew scented heavens
I believe this to be my redemption; summer sun and daisy yellow, buttercup chin and a hopeful tomorrow. The breeze sings soft, the trees keep in time waltzing like the wheat, the pillowcases hanging out on the line. Buds bloom like friendly hands and stretch upward meeting the endless blue sky and I wait. I … Continue reading Daisy yellow
Here, this is my gift to you; resting in my open palms. In the horizontal lines I hold the moon and all the promises she has kept for you. In the creases behind each knuckle I have buried hope and in the blue veins below my thumbs I have housed the love I have for … Continue reading My open palms
The cot was beside me so I was definitely around seven years old. Night had fallen, over and across the thick brick walls and the amber street lights. In silence, I twitched the curtains open to peep at the stars, push the window ajar and rip the sugarpaper in between my palms to pieces. The … Continue reading Pennies & hearts
