Dragging a cleaver That could puncture steel, Silent Hill's brutal bosses. #haikuhorrorprompt #cleaver #puncture #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity @pgpayt.bsky.social

#ও☉❢☉✑ #poetry #writing #micropoetry #blueskywriters #writingcommunity

There's not a moment I don't treasure, grateful for All whom I have known. #emoetry #grateful #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity @mwplovesmusic.bsky.social

No place is safe from the White House to Malibu and every place in between Smile It’s just our sense of freedom dying a silent death. #Booksky #poetry #TheTrumpYears #poets #books

Poetry under A pale moon, midsummer night Dreamscape unfolding. #OurPoetryX #PaleMoon #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity @ourpoetryx.bsky.social

#ও☉❢☉✑ #poetry #writing #micropoetry #blueskywriters #writingcommunity

“If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving one be me”

Looking up above the pines Longing to be stars so bright Living in between the cracks Identity shattered on the ground Crawling across burning pavement Fractions of a bigger self Some ignoring cries for help Globally a voice begins to stir Roaring by winds of war Culture of compassion in the air

Hello Wild Walk #writers Magnolia bloom Fragrant, floppy pink petals Too big for its tree. Your word today is #Magnolia (Sorry haikuists...that was awkward) Use the image/word to inspire your writing. #WildWalkPrompt #prompt #writesky #blueskypoets #writingprompt #nature #5amwritersclub

#Emoetry prompt for 3/26 is #grateful #writingcommunity #poetry #blueskypoets

Sunrise, blue sky, smoky-pink clouds. The perfect backdrop for barren branches. A fitting canvas for new dreams, new words, and new chances. #poetry #sunrise

Floating in your arms The words escape me How to speak Of love like this My mind is filled With images of loves When we are here I feel the sunlight glinting on a frosty pine The night’s breath whispering through canyon’s lips The water’s rippling upon my skin You are the world to me #poetry

let this tempest rage and have its name let it settle at the root, and burn to hush let it claim me like light settling its pale hand on the river for even the sky, gathers its blue after breaking i stand where the grass bends, grazing my feet and let this tempest have its name. #vss365 #poetry

In your tempest I am whole Ocean depths unfurl my soul Beneath the billows where I’m found Engulfed in silence here, I’m sound #vss365 #tempest #amwriting #poetry #poetsofbluesky 🌊

I'm in the #newspaper!!! So excited for Wednesday Night Poetry tonight ✨️ #poetry #FeaturedPoet #OpenMic #poet

Tempest in my heart Numbing stillness on my mind Turbulent winds blow #vss365 #tempest #haiku

i love you the way earth loves rain— delicately, like the surrender of a bud opening into bloom, i love you, fluently, effortlessly, like breath grazing skin and the tempest of longing rising in me i’d know you even blind, by the hush your nearness makes, by the fever your absence leaves #vss365

snow shower tempted to set the clock another month ahead #wss366

Idle hands, a fude pen, waiting for a train

Dogs will save us all.

her eyes speak like a flower opening to morning dew, seeping into skin. #micropoem #poetry

There is a crowd in here, always shouting always chittering always suggesting- They humble, jumble, make me mumble and tumble into despair; There is a crowd in here, of all my past trauma selling past mes telling me I can’t move on from them #mpprompt @malformed-poetry.bsky.social #poetry

Inside a tempest twirls, trembling quiet, twisting nature, terrorizing soul in its aftermath leaving the organs flat, eyes blank, heart emptied, mind misshaped, mouth frozen- feelings unspoken #vss365 #inkMine #cassiopeian #wildwalkprompt #emoetry #poetry

We wonder about coming out of closets. I came out of shoeboxes and backs of DVD cases. Receipt paper hidden in the bottom of the junk drawer. The sides of attic boxes. And there's days like today, where I'm still there. I'm beyond nothing, the spaces between empty and begin again. #haibun #poem

she is #tempest and she is clear skies she excites me and she fills me with calm she is elusive and she is constant she is wild seas and she is languid tides she is butterfly-winged dream and she is everything in an instant she is her and she is all i need her to be #vss365

midweek malaise already planning Friday's cocktail

one leg in water yearning for the sky an emissary #DailyHaikuPrompt (stork) #haiku

tempest in a teapot haiku actuaries counting syllables again #vss365

@mwplovesmusic.bsky.social #Emoetry prompt for 3/25 is #Flat The grand plan fell short— rose early, seized the morning, virtue in motion. By noon, energy ran flat; ambition took a quiet nap. #writingcommunity #poetry #blueskypoets #tanka

The #tempest brought showers the #flat land is flooding It's #true that in April it should bring flowers Happens often enough everyone knows the drill To #clarify, drowned land doesn't bring #profit just wringing hand chaos, death, despair #vss365 #wss366 #shower #emoetry #2WordPrompt #vssdaily

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My latest original watercolour “you me us”.

That quiet in the aftermath of tempests— not flat, just a gentle stillness the same is true of internal storms burning themselves out then thoughts float quietly, like fronds upon a lilypond a chance to profit from this clarity— to understand what the storm was shouting for. #vss365 #tempest

The loudest music can't drown out these thoughts. The best drugs can't numb them. You just have to fight them. #Madmarch #thinking #poetry #writing #mentalillness #depression @daveashleypoet.bsky.social

now he thinks that waging war is just a game to play he sits inside his blanket fort to see him you must pay but when the earth no longer yields the bounty it once gave the only use for all his gold will be to line his grave #IranWar #NoWarForOil #poetry

Up til now My life has been One long Selfish bimble Things I thought Important? But tempest In a #thimble. In my Exit Interview (With Death) I was surprised Asked not How fine my car was But who I gave a ride I see Where this is going— Regret Fills my last sigh… #vss365

#vss365 I once loved a #tempest of a woman her every movement was a manifesto when she paused, she reinvented silence

This is Julius Arantia Quingentesimus (aka Jules the 500th). He bids you good tithes & morrows. Wish him a splendor peeling or face the consequences a la Madam Zeroni.

Enchant a word which bewitches me quiet in a manner of loveliness vibrant rainbow-bursts that captivate mood I sparkle withdrawn holding moonbeams to blot out sentences cursed in time #inkMine

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Churning in profit, Leaving nothing behind but More children of war. #vssdaily #profit #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity

Smashing crockery cups and saucers a flash of anger tea splattering a wall Later deep regret clearing up broken pieces anger subsided calm prevailing soft words spoken the of aftermath of a storm @sonnetsmith.bsky.social‬ #Aftermath #WildWalkPrompt #vss365 #tempest

; i thank my lucky stars that - on a planet formed over four billion years ago - i was fated to exist in the same era as you; that, in a universe so vast, two souls collided; lives inextricably entwined - a chance moment of magic; of pure serendipity. #7syllablesentence #over #micropoetry

#css365 All just A #tempest in a teacup As my grandmother Used to say Her version Of keep calm and carry on I suppose

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; sea whispers stories of shipwrecks, sand and sirens // secrets locked in shell. #dailyhaikuprompt #shell #seashell #haiku #senryu #micropoetry #poetry #poetrysky #poetrycommunity #writing #writingcommunity #nature #beach #sand #sea #ocean #photography #naturephotography

Awake and aloud my Dreams trace the sounds Following back and Around as I learn My screams chase the Clouds and return as A temper tantrum of What if it was different #SenseWrds 201 #prompt #poetry #writingcommunity #blueskypoetry

she found a conch shell on a Death Valley morning pitted and worn out #dailyhaikuprompt #poem shell

#oxjDailyWords #BedroomEyesPrompt A Taradiddle* Claimed unimportant Shedding layers Exposing motives Motives uncovered *a petty lie David Clode unsplash.com

I used to hate sweat Cuz I usually hate getting wet But lately I can't forget The reasons I am soaked. It could be just the sun Or perhaps I've had some fun Either way, it's just a price So I'm trying to see it as nice. #poetry (1/2)