Poetry competition CLOSED 27th March 2021 3:31pm
WINNER
Remy_L (Remington Lancaster)
Remy_L (Remington Lancaster)
RUNNER-UP:
_Skylark_
Aunt Flo Art
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Write a period positivity poem
”Menstruation is the only blood that is not born from violence, yet it’s the one that disgusts you the most.”
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Today, there’s a whole movement of women reclaiming their menstrual cycles as a positive thing, creating art whilst empowering their bodies. So this comp is all about being period positive! Even in this day and age a women’s menstrual cycle is still demonised as a dirty and shameful thing.
Period poverty is still a very real issue across the world. In the UK, 1 in 10 women cannot afford to buy menstrual products. In Kenya, approximately 50 percent of school-age girls do not have access to sanitary products. In India, approximately 12 percent of its 355 million menstruating women cannot afford period products.
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Write a period positive poem. You may want to use the quote at the beginning as inspiration or voice your views on period poverty, it’s up to you.
Everyone is welcome to participate regardless of gender identity or what stage of your lifecycle you are in.
Rules
• Up to 2 entries per human being
• Audio / video / visual allowed
• Under 300 words. Poetry, not prose.
• New entries only
• No erotica
• Two weeks
Good luck! 🩸
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Fabulous start here good Sir! Thank you 😊
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Anonymous
Fabulous, ML. Thank you. Very powerful
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Thank you for your entry, a_failed_artist 🩸
man coiled in menses
a journey has commenced
something that can be sensed
as lining breaks she aches
she wears my shirt to pacify pain
my scent gives her solace
I bestow myself to her
placing pillows for her comfort
she lies her head gently
as the drums invade to serenade
her temporary visitor
tracing the outlines of her face
in attempt to place her in stillness
she rises and kisses my lips
while I persist to soothe her pain
I watch it drain her essence
slowly I bleed too
she shows concern for me
in plight and still
she takes flight for my rescue
I am nature and she is nurture
something that can be sensed
as lining breaks she aches
she wears my shirt to pacify pain
my scent gives her solace
I bestow myself to her
placing pillows for her comfort
she lies her head gently
as the drums invade to serenade
her temporary visitor
tracing the outlines of her face
in attempt to place her in stillness
she rises and kisses my lips
while I persist to soothe her pain
I watch it drain her essence
slowly I bleed too
she shows concern for me
in plight and still
she takes flight for my rescue
I am nature and she is nurture
Written by Remy_L
(Remington Lancaster)
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Thank you Remy and RiAN for your entries 🩸
Why We Bleed
"Mother, why do I bleed?"
You bleed because
You are the keeper
Of legacies
The blueprints of which
Are written in
Each bursting pomegranate seed
You bleed because
You are the keeper
Of legacies
The blueprints of which
Are written in
Each bursting pomegranate seed
Written by _Skylark_
(aeturnus)
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Anonymous
Thank you for your entry _skylark_ 🙂
a celebration of a true howled existence.
Under a new moon's
crimson umbra
I howl my existence known
Now, in this time
These proclamated days
They. Are. Ours. To. Claim.
I mark them—
In penetrating permanence
with this organic spiritual right
Mine and hers,
such strength
of cradled life
in every burst
Weary of stigmas past
Once,
just women
of wicked hearted
to bloom in full illumination
of known truth
Spilling forth
So joyous proud,
of a belly's incarnation
to hearts that beat in flow
Times of searing pain
in an unbreakable
a newly discovered well
My so-called sinful pride swells
Purposeful in it's tatters
as confetti of misconception
s c a t t e r s
Riding upon winds
of yesterday's promise
to bask,
finally found
in today.
This day.
In celebration,
letting go
of a
darkened past
Dancing,
full of ample rosey
and scented
in all
that is womanhood
A beautiful bountiful
bloodied
reminder
O' how she does mightily roar!
Written by Bluevelvete
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Show and tell
It was a pale November morning,
as the smugglers beached their boat
on the silent red shore line.
at thirteen she'd been stowed away,
found out, as the out going tide
washed her legs clean.
She was contraband, boxes of cotton
concealed in caves, moved before high tide,
never spoke of in the village,
just a nod and a wink between them that knew.
At fifteen they didn't expect the flip top box,
as it made its way around the art class
she'd collected all her cotton treasure
displayed the jewels like a fresh pack of cigarettes
and told her tale with a toothy grin
like any good pirate should.
The label on the box read;
Warning - this pack contains
gender solidarity and power.
as the smugglers beached their boat
on the silent red shore line.
at thirteen she'd been stowed away,
found out, as the out going tide
washed her legs clean.
She was contraband, boxes of cotton
concealed in caves, moved before high tide,
never spoke of in the village,
just a nod and a wink between them that knew.
At fifteen they didn't expect the flip top box,
as it made its way around the art class
she'd collected all her cotton treasure
displayed the jewels like a fresh pack of cigarettes
and told her tale with a toothy grin
like any good pirate should.
The label on the box read;
Warning - this pack contains
gender solidarity and power.
Written by Razzerleaf
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