Hey writers— the days are dark, I see. I've received many dark and ruinous submissions that are filled with dread. It's right on brand. Thank you. I'm also looking for: words of whimsy, otherworldly visions, complete nonsense, words that feel like home. Submissions are open. #poetry #writing

Do you recall the old days When we sat in the dim light Of the fire in the hearth? When the wind raged outside And we huddled together With no need to use words? Where are those days now When all’s cold and grey And we have nothing left Nothing to keep us warm? #poem #poetry #vss365

Sweet release, and down it goes Into the deep where rivers flow Melted ice as days drift by A wizard flies across the sky A cleric, too, obtains a view Of dragon’s breath in blazing truth No fear to die in hazel eyes Adventure cries and never dies #poetry

A new Tiny Prophecy is live: “Lantern-hearted" by Cole McNamara — @perilpoet.bsky.social Three haiku that trace time before, during, and after meeting the one that brings warmth and tenderness to the forefront ✣ Read them here: mercurialsilver.com/blogs/tiny-p... #poetry #writingcommunity #hearth

I see beyond my limitations, exceeding expectations others place as millwheels about my neck. But truth told to lies will never fly as fast as rumors do. So join the rush to crush these fables beneath the light of people's tears and fears combined.

A horned goat-toad appeared on a friendly face again. It whispered, “the fences he mends, break again,” and faltered its fiendish grin—skin flushing from frogskin back to familiar flesh.

Visions swirl around Of a silent warrior With a poet’s heart Pulling me by our shared threads Calling me to return home #poetry #tanka #romance #mrrabbit #jlh

Tomorrow's prophecy is warm to the touch—a blazing hearth that sits in your most comfortable place. Check back soon, and the prophecy will be fulfilled. —we are open for submissions— #poetry #poem #writingcommunity

Lords The life we have is not our own, its dictated by the elder throne. slaved away tossed to other spaces a no name with a million faces. The gods above create the dead so the verse of song is read. Above us is the the elder throne, the life that never was our own. #poetry #poet #vss365 #read

A new Tiny Prophecy is live: “Unease” by Edward St. james — @edwardstjames.bsky.social Words that watch the speaker with fearful unease, accusing us of the damage we’ve done and the horrors we refuse to face. ✣ Read them here: mercurialsilver.com/blogs/tiny-p... #poetry #writingcommunity #ruin

A new Tiny Prophecy is live: “Unease” by Edward St. james — @edwardstjames.bsky.social Words that watch the speaker with fearful unease, accusing us of the damage we’ve done and the horrors we refuse to face. ✣ Read them here: mercurialsilver.com/blogs/tiny-p... #poetry #writingcommunity #ruin

Revolutions So it is Between us You are the moon And in the time between Whiling away the hours I gaze up to you Pull you towards me In a deepening kiss Colors radiating brilliance Melting time Then you escape me Diamond brightening Into the night sky For magic to return

Dark clouds be so dark, though dark they be, clouds they are— dark, cloudy cloud-clouds. #HaikuFeels #dark #clouse #verse #DailyHaikuPrompt #Senryu #Haiku #HaikuSky #HaikuChallenge #Poetry #MicroPoetry #PoetryCommunity #WritingCommunity #writing #poem

Ruin, tomorrow. Something is asleep in the dark—still watching. Not angry. Just… aware. The things we don’t look at don’t leave. A new prophecy soon awaits you... #poem #ruin #litjournal #teaser #writingcommunity

For those who missed Wednesday's prophecy written by the talented Tré. Have a #prophecy of your own? Send it to Tiny Prophecies and let your voice be heard, link in bio. We publish on Sunday & Wednesdays. #poetry #writingcommunity #litjournal

I’m an attorney for those aggrieved by the supernatural. I defend folks who get themselves into Faustian pacts or help them evict poltergeists, but the majority of my business is crafting detailed and #specific wording for wishes. What we call genie justice in the biz. #vss365 #microfiction

A corrupt system mattered not to the crowd that loved a good hanging. #haikuhorrorprompt #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #poem #writingcommunity #spooky #microfiction

For anyone needing a little nudge: Tiny Prophecies is an online lit journal for dreamers, weirdos, and soft hearts. Submit your work—it's free. ✣ We'll be waiting. #poetry #writingcommunity #poems #haiku #vss #fiction #flashfiction #writer #tanka #freeverse #rhyme

I mother my mother through winter’s fog… her hands, now the tiny ones, light as falling snow #tankathursday (burden) #tanka #haiku #poetry *using a haiku I wrote earlier this year

Be #cautious of a wide grin That flashes white teeth, For in between their gaps live sin But do remember to have fun. #emoetry #quartet #poem #poetry #micropoetry #writingcommunity

A new Tiny Prophecy is live: “Białowieża | Aglow | Indigo” by Tré — @tregallery.com Moss, stars, and shoreline dreams, all in a handful of lines. ✣ Read them here: mercurialsilver.com/blogs/tiny-p... #haiku #poetry #writingcommunity

Words are easy Cause' they´re powerful... Please, mind your mouth. #haiku #poetry #poem #art #words #power #bsky #bluesky

A moment in time When I split my mind From cruel reality There was no consolation Found in dissociation Only an absence Of feeling Now I’m reeling Twenty decibels of silence #blueskyrelay #split #vss365 #consolation #poetry

The voice fades away, The words taken by the wind, And no one listens. #senryu #haiku #poetry #dailyhaiku #day342

Tomorrow’s Tiny Prophecy is a trio of haiku that wander from mossy forest to opal mist to indigo tide— little spells for travelers who follow moonlight and memory. For anyone who’s ever felt a landscape looking back—check back tomorrow. #haiku #poetry #writingcommunity

Morning haze still in my head, a scattered Lego set handed over— tracing fragments’ shapes, piecing them together, hoping they might fit. #短歌 #tanka #poetry #poesia

I've stood in the flames. Sorted through all my nightmares. And come out 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺. #HaikuHorrorPrompt - Sorted #Haiku #Senryu #Poetry #Poem #SkyPoet #BlueskyPoetry #MicroPoem

Need a little #omen for the day? I made a tiny online oracle. Pick #Hearth, #Ruin, or #Whimsy and let the archive deal you a random #poem from the Tiny Prophecies archives. No login, no cost—just #words and #vibes. mercurialsilver.com/pages/pull-a...

A single brick Picked up with An idea, tossed With the ability lost To lay down And take it, make it One more day Staying with the Current authority Certainly a minority With a will, and just A single brick #SenseWrds 158 #prompt #poetry #writingcommunity #blueskypoetry

If you hear them at night— scratch, scratch, scrabble, scritch— you don’t get up to check. You lie very still and hope the molemen are busy under someone else’s house. #micro #fiction #molemen #writingcommunity #vss

You can be anything you want. Be the thing in the swamp. Be the witch in the bog. Be the ghost in the attic. Be the horror in the forest. Be the light in the darkness, drawing travelers towards their inevitable and messy doom.

“Whim” just landed in the #Hearth house at Tiny Prophecies— a #poem for anyone who’s ever felt a nudge from nowhere and called it nonsense instead of God. Reveal the full prophecy at: mercurialsilver.com/blogs/tiny-p...

In pitch dark Flee the blast Headlights stark Escape fast Far from last. #writing #writingcommunity #poetry #mentaldoodle #poem #northernwinter

Tomorrow’s Tiny Prophecy is a love letter to intuition— the quiet sibling of reason we’ve been trained to ignore. For anyone who’s ever felt a tug in their chest and called it “just a whim.” #poetry #intuition

shadows spill in this twisted monotony as the bitter knots choke any visions cast about the surrealness from escaping a hollow field with targets sculpted on their backs and auspicious intersecting rumbles slated in the uncertain now lock away the justice of proof #poetry #immigrantveil

Baklava Golden layers, fragile as any promise, holding together only because syrup insists they must. I take a bite and remember— the world may be cracked and bitter, but now and then it tastes like this. #FreeVerse #Poetry

Somewhere on your phone there’s a tiny prophecy you were never going to share. A half-finished poem, a jagged flash, a line that still hums in your chest. Tiny Prophecies is open for that piece. You don’t have to be “good enough.” Just honest. Link in bio. #poets #free #poetry #writingcommunity

little hopes flutter, depression stutters. the shape of upset unclear to me. but little hopes flutter, so I know it’s just temporary pain. #poetry

I like kicking things along a path. While having a sour— off-putting face expressing dissonance. Kicking random objects with contempt and conviction. Knowing where they land, as if with a divine prediction. #poetry

La la!, #vespertine his lover was addicted to nicotine Nikola’s secret affair anything but clandestine. Tired of hiding, of all those false adages. Never the one for marriages, what he felt for her was truer than vows. That their pull was karmic his only grouse. ~rev #vss365

Good morning Bluesky. Need a #prophecy for the day? Head over to Pull a Prophecy, select a #mood, and receive a poem just for you. mercurialsilver.com/pages/pull-a... #poem #oracle #hearth #ruin #whimsy #onlinejournal #lit

#DailyHaikuPrompt #haiku silver moon— my last coin in the well

The young scorn the old, Blind to the lessons they hold, Knowledge goes unused. 🧓 👶 #BlueSkyRelay #PoetrySky #MicroPoem #ThreeLines #AgeBeforeBeauty #Whippersnapper

Three #haiku that follow the quiet #ruin between inner and outer worlds, moving step by step into a threshold where erosion reveals itself. A new Tiny Prophecy is live: “Liminence” by Michael Aaron Harrington — @cinnatus.bsky.social Reveal the full prophecy at: mercurialsilver.com/blogs/tiny-p...

Simple gatherers collect fleshy fungi and erase villages.

The spark did not take But time will remain Life fell from the skies And it called out her name Water became crystals Sharp but no pain Lifting her face to the heavens She joined with the rain #blueskyrelay #thesparktookitstime #poetry #writingcommunity

Desolation fills a mind dense with pain Time stretches Tearing holes in hope knives thrown by fate Relentless throughout the years Expose seeping wounds You breathe Your Heart beats The world whirrs on Here but never present Buried under layers of agony The life of a living ghost #poetry

Tomorrow’s Tiny Prophecy steps out of black doorways and into the cold. Three #haiku waiting.