I can see my breath, But the word I spoke is gone, Vanished in cold air. #dailyhaikuprompt breath

“Dobrý deň,” whispered, Slovak farmer’s good morning, daughter remembers. #haiku #poem #poetry #poet #writingcommunity

Love still threads its way through the noise, quiet but unbroken, insisting on being felt. Even as the world fractures, it softens what it can. We hold one another in the storm, a single touch becoming fiercely relevant. And somehow, that small tenderness keeps us human. #vss365 #poetry #relevant

quiet street a leaf and I cross together #haiku #poetry #writing

deep stillness- then the cold creek touches my ankle #haiku #poetry #writingcommunity

come softly like the first ray of dawn before the world learns how to wake #Photography Maria Carvalho @immcarvalho.bsky.social

“Two small saplings: rooted, sprouted, reaching. Their spindly branches search for the sky, the sun, and each other. They twist their limbs, intertwining in a spiral that strengthens and stabilizes them both to thin trunks’ core.” #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity #nature

october night the full moon a blossom forgetting to wilt #haiku #DailyHaikuPrompt

Seasons change and I feel myself fall with the auburn autumn leaves. Keep my bare branches sturdy and strong through the crisping cracking winter wind. May the sap of my spirit flow warmly beneath the bark of my winter’s rest, and bring forth green growth in spring’s return. #poem #poetry #autumn

A strut in my step, Spontaneously beaming At random people. #emoetry #beaming #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity @mwplovesmusic.bsky.social

When my sister cries, her fingertips search for answers. I haven’t the heart to tell her that the corduroy ridges on my knee or the seams on the shoulder of my dress couldn’t begin to address her questions. When we hold each other, let us cry without the answers and be at peace with the mysteries.

I remember your #berry stained lips As you handed me some too The innocence of you The innocence of me A #kindness true When our legs Were little And smiles Bigger A little Too Long Ago #emoetry #whistpr #poetrylovers

And when the world beyond your family becomes too heavy to bare bring your family into the hurting world. Hold hands tightly and let your love be seen by all. Make new family by those willing to take your hands. And when your family then reaches beyond the world, be home and love the change.

the soft parts exposed my vulnerability becomes my true strength #senryū #haiku #micropoem #strength #vulnerability

Meet me at the edge of the garden. Tell no one you’re leaving. I will know when you’ve arrived. I will scale the brambled briared hedge, if you don’t mind the thorned scratches down my forearm. If I leap from the edge of the garden, do you think they’d notice our absence by morning?

this moment more holy than the last #eastcoastkin #swenyru

My jade in the windowsill need not worry about the next rainfall. Instead she presses her face against the cool glass panes, watching the sidewalk battles of the thirsty, wild plants below. (1/2) #poetry #poem

No grand purpose, So I paint, My own small dream. 🎨 🫟 #Senryu #Poem #MicroPoem #ShortVerse #CreativeWriting

Delighted to have a new #haiku published in @freshoutmag.bsky.social Poetry Collective Huge thanks to Eric Lohman #micropoetry #poetry #poetrylovers #poetrycommunity #woods #winter #manchester #uk

Steady my feet as I climb the rocky bluffs towards the Great Pacific. As her waves crash and churn against the pebbled, bouldered beaches; swell up in me a current of gratitude for my life beyond the shore. May it carry me through the forest, down the winding trail, and safely to my Indiana home.

In a world flooded with words that tear and snap, let love flow from your throat, spill over your tongue, hug your teeth, and pour past your lips. May the air around you be so saturated with the dew of your loving phrase that to be in your presence is to swim. #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity

I just introduced my 17 yo daughter to this much-loved poem. If you beat yourself up mentally though you don’t hurt others, if your brain is different so your thoughts are loud and tangled, if you’re conscientious but still very strict with yourself, then it’s also for you:

Do you know the earliest signs of human civilization? A mended bone. Healing. Our oldest brothers willing to pause their fight for survival, to slow their pace, to risk their safety. May we not have progressed so far as to forget the most basic thing that makes us human: A mended bone. Healing.

The Tree and Her Roots Does the tree shy from the support of her roots? Does she creak and groan in apology for the weight of her trunk? Does she drop her leaves in spring to lessen the load? Chop her branches? Withhold her fruits? Look to the trees, for they rely on their roots. #poem #poet

When the dust rises on the horizon, and the dirt devils whirl, the sand becomes cloud, and the hidden sun glows a ghastly red. Taste the grit on your teeth. Feel the silt fill your lungs.

summer wind we'll meet again at the usual shore you bring a rose and I'll bring some poems Fatma Zohra Habis #NaTankaMo #MayTanka #Tanka #TankaThursday #5lines #vss365 #poetrycommunity #poem shore

The farmer gave me a small satchel filled with the tiniest seeds. I wear this cloth bag on my hip and dip my right hand into the pocket as I walk along. For weeks, I followed the farmer’s instructions leaving a trail of these seeds behind me.

You watch a comet shoot across the night sky above you: “What’s meant for you, will not pass you by.” And what if the passing is what’s meant for you? There’s beauty in the tail of the shooting star

Golden evening hues, Picnic blankets spread about, Laughters fill the air. #haiku #haikupoem #575poem #haikupoetry #poetry #poem #haikufeels #blueskypoet #blueskypoetry #dailyhaikuprompt #haikusaturday #vss365 #vssdaily #senryu #haikuwriter

Roots planted firmly Rings too numbered to count Rigid bark protecting Rivers of sap below Righteous the mighty tree Rightly content in where she grows Reaching beyond her Roots Hold her acorn in your hand Take her where she’d never dream to Roam. #poem #poetry #alliteration

Meet me at the edge of the garden. Tell no one you’re leaving. I will know when you’ve arrived. I will scale the brambled briared hedge, if you don’t mind the thorned scratches down my forearm. If I leap from the edge of the garden, do you think they’d notice our absence by morning?

As above, so below— an easy truth to know, a harder proof to show; but if this morn we must go, this advice I will bestow: if yourself you wish to grow, remember what you always know— as above, so below. #poetry #poem #hermetic #esoteric

He will raise you up on eagles’ wings, stand you up on the great heron’s legs, speed you up on the hummingbird’s flutter, scoop you up in the pelican’s beak, shake you up by the woodpecker’s pounding; Look to the birds, they’ll teach you to fly to him. #poem #poetry

Two days past: the dress Today: the heavy black coat Played the false spring fool #haiku #poetry #poem

February clouds Broken for just a moment Closed eyes, warm pink lids #haiku #poetry #haikupoetry #poem #poetrycommunity

Water to wine Sight for the blind Manna from high The sea lets us pass by Lazarus steps Veronica wepts Saul falls Paul answers the calls Miracles: they’ll happen with or without you, here is just a few, look for where they occur in your own life: You can choose to see the miracles.

As the calvary march towards the kingdom, I pray for a sore hoof, a weak joint, a spooked disposition, anything to send Saul tumbling from his saddle. Protect his horse, but not his sight, and in his blindness, may Paul lead the herd towards peace in the kingdom. Acts 9:1-19 #poem #poetry

“No one is listening.” Did you tell the trees? Write. Did you tell the water? Shower. Did you tell the wind? Sing. Did you tell the earth? Dance. I tell you my daughter, they are all here for you, they wait only to listen, and how they miss your voice.

At the end of the day... #poetry #poet #blueskypoetry #skypoets #haiku #micropoem @blueskypoetry.bsky.social

Give to Caesar what is Caesar’s, but what if Caesar wants what’s mine? What if Herod asks for my cousin's head? Do I polish the silver platter? Do I sharpen the knife?

When I fall dance with me with the leaves and wind in a moonlit forest Take me down a no name stream onto an ancient river crush me under the collapsing glass of ocean waves Wash me up broken into tiny pieces on a golden beach To dance once more with the sand and wind #poetry

ashes in my hot tea slow morn #haiku?

where the ice melted at the tip of a thorn twig nothing but the moon

Robert Creeley

I would’ve chosen different gifts for a baby. Not much good does gold for a boy born in a manger. Death perfumes? To a postpartum mother? Even the drummer boy, pa rum pa pa pum must’ve been quite the racket. We say the kings were wise, but maybe a meal and a rattle would’ve been more thoughtful.

As I wait until the clock strikes twelve, I pray for just another second with my carriage and my horsemen. Do not mistake my plea as ingratitude for the pumpkin and the mice, but tomorrow they will return to fruit and fur.

And what if he was only a watchman? or I snap my clavicle falling from the garden wall? My poor companions, they cannot bear me more, for I can hardly bear myself. I search with a torch fueled from the cloth of his back, but my ring remains lost in the grass. #bahai #aiart Parable of Two Lovers

In twilight's hush, the frost creeps near, Moonlit snowfall, silence dear. Through woods and lakes, dreams unfold, Winter's tale, both new and old. Hearts ignite in snow's embrace, Love's soft glow in winter's face. RJH #photoart #photography #nature #photographer #poetry #poem #trees #poet

that snowflake resting on your eyelashes remembered still #DailyHaikuPrompt (snowflake) #haiku