computational abstraction versus organic atmospheric the paladins rode in deliberately paced on armored horses we knew it was 2026 but the mafia punk late 1880s redux was full on come on fuzzy out of focus background classes all those amassed asses needed to power pyramidal scheme family llc(s)

keep at it there is a voice inside us all one of perseverance persistence patience we lean into the mayhem, this maelstrom modernity losing our ways often enough to have whole industries arise in their shadows to help the individual forge forgetting their connection to collective consciousness

make the play simple enjoy each breath of it

becoming lost to find where one is at where one tends to when riding waves ripples in the conversations as you slice through a crowded room all the furls of structure and ideation with limbs and building lots like movie sets taking form in your wake here the poem is a compass how to map soul

water, breath, aromatics and slowing the mind down the body aches in age with awareness dialed in

Janus eats my sleep another year slipping into skins and orchestral sounds the quiet of the long nights season window sill streetlight box fan praying praying not so much to anything not on hand in hand by hand praying heart start fire womb power broom a collection of pantry nipple thimbles

i pray the roads we take breath by breath listening to how we might catch waves and other blood is movement part and parties of bones i have to work again the red holly berries burnish bright against the new snow i walk slow, find something to carry me in this moment between poems and dharma

these falling into zones tuning out dropping inns places where wear begins to peel the soul thin enough to see through we haven't much to do here save to pass time because purpose was stolen too like humanity was as we began to find valuations between tactile and divine the gods grew hungrier

moonrocks on return wholly wholly wholly

short service Satyrday i walk to feel each breath these days

potency of expression in a world fettered with neon bombast and an apathy inducing lack of quiet spaces seems a dilution

#♡ᝰ.🖋️ #poetrysky #poetry #poem #blueskypoets

I'm who my owl calls to slow truths through long night songs of found beauty #TankaThursday (true) #DailyHaikuPrompt (night) #whistpr (beauty)

longing bends time. #ThreeWordGenre #poetry

silver mist~ the pale sun barely warms #haiku

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 ｎａｎｏｓｅｃｏｎｄ - 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚝 ᯓ :ִ ࣪ ݁∶⊹˖ᯓ⭑𐔌 ྀི.ᐟ꒱⋆˚｡𖦹⋆｡°✩ #ScifaikuSaturday #reboot #scifi #haiku

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she was stained by flowers scent carriage-d too the poem can begin anywhere

inside outside upside down an appreciation zone frontal lobe wing-lets flanges phalanges phantom fango banjos in the rear cello bottom door knockers pineapples everywhere banana trees in glass jars what we used to serve goods in we store grins, silk and grains candying moments savor flavor

i guess poem goes hungry tonight i already knew coming down tacks on the wax in her hands too anger flew raging away dinner went vindicated by gravity i bent the dishes made my wishes i could share this like i might have a dinner with a night that felt some other side of rain #emoetry

#ThreeWordGenre is OPEN! (Be sure to include the hashtag #ThreeWordGenre so your post is included here.) No daily prompt is required. All three-word poems and verses are welcome. Please be kind. Write freely. Bend the form. Surprise the silence. If it holds in three words, it belongs here.

a neighbor has spread birdseed across morning's expanse of white the sparrows are very happy

in an age of untruth best you find where you're at heart and soul firstly...

in the afterwards of a snowstorm the quiet eaten with scrapes and scatters shovels and brooms, walks that matter

Exactly. This was a choice driven by greed and it is a grift

“Without libraries what have we?” ― Kami Garcia, Beautiful Creatures Kaoru Yamada

Ryohei Tanaka b. 1933 Japanese painter.

Another straight raw #emoetry style #poem #poetrysky #poetry #nightpoetry #treethugger Thanks for being here At this very moment..

In today’s vignette from Zhe’ra’s life, she again finds traces that belong not to her magic, is another channeler walking the earth? #wordprompt #writingcommunity #VSS365 #Whistpr #VSSFantasy #VSSMagic #Emoetry #WIPSnips #BlueSkyRelay #WeirdMicro #VSSDaily Prompts and full text in alt

#vss365 #emoetry met a lizard with suicidal tendencies at a recording studio in Cut & Shoot sum sed he was puttin' on #airs but he was speakin' sooth #vindicated finer'n frog hairs til he hit the piccolo player in the wood wind tooth & smoked all his squares youtu.be/glrtmfGB52Q?...

#vindicated, she lets go— c l u t c h i n g #air, barely there— into his chest she b r e a t h e s, a sigh of relief. #vss356 #emoetry #poetry

The #task to write when the #garden of my mind in broken, a stagnant #bog covered over with #frost a walk outside is what's required, the #agile #air could be the #founder of the words that so far sputter and falter, just one poem to break the drought of creativity might #vindicate me.

turning towards morning still evening at 5am a window full streetlights and snow sleepless, poems drive I ride back to bed...

A mechanical monstrosity clawed its way out of the ground. Its priestess, alabaster skin, eyes rolled over white, swayed under the drunken moon. It drifted off course, and the earth, its wayward dance partner, answered with a wobble, sending mountainous waves rolling. #SatSplat

Morning. 🖼️ Olivia Beaumont

optical tropical a stardusty window between air and the iris a caught poem reaching in... #vss365

Under a blanket of snow bulbs forget the warmth of sun on leaves, and-- behind and ahead-- the #struggle of emerging from beneath a favorite quilt on a cold, bright morning. #vss365

It's near midnight, my feet hurt, there's icicles in my hair & I struggle to find words. But they must be somewhere around here. I'm sure it was close to the entrance to the badger den where I buried them. They were smooth & round & one of them had an iridescent glow. Have you seen them? #vss365

Every Fall Summer dumps me And my heart Turns frozen leaf Spend a season Hugging Winter Til that haint, too Proves a thief But when Spring #air Shares a hint of green I start To strut and preen As I warm to chase Sweet Summer In her Apple bottom jeans… 🤷🏿‍♂️ #vss365 #WildWalkPrompt

#vss365 #prompt for  December 27, 2025 is #air

Puffing on a cigar He told his subordinates ”I don’t trust #air i can’t see” Old school rough knuckles Accepting pain for breakfast Principles over empathy It’s worked this far Change is the surrounding’s problem Thinking is being The eye of the storm Managing another lie #vss365

my struggle with the search for plum blossoms year after year #vss365 #struggle #Haiku #HaikuSaturday #micropoetry

On this post-Christmas #Caturday, my cat launched through the #air like a furry missile chasing that red dot laser pointer. Graceful mid-flight twist, epic landing, total Eleven flipping a van vibes from the latest #StrangerThings5 drop! No upside-down portals opened (thankfully) 😂. #vss365

#vss365 all of these carefully planned paving stones aren't interesting but save me from burning in a fiery sea air is not my friend i only risk shallow breaths so some might confuse me with the quiet clouds a phasmid a wandering violin mantis i pluck notes from the sky and feed my hungry soul

When her hidden night unfolds she rises into the #air as a quiet force from a forgotten realm where light and shadow move toward each other in ancient recognition and balance awakens in a silence older than memory guiding every wandering heart toward the truth it once carried. #vss365 #poetry

The machine hasn't learned what toxic is with any self-determination. But you're never satisfied with the toxicity it gets out of the air. Corresponding info makes it aware you can afford to replace it. That's no good, when there's air that can make you dumber. #satsplat #vss365 #air

Flurry mocks restraint. #ThreeWordGenre #prompt #flurry #December #BlueSkypoetry #poetry #writingCommunity #amwriting #writersCommunity #poetryCommunity

Hello Wild Walk #writers I've been waiting for this one, finally I managed to find a suitable picture. (Not a cold winter this year... hmmm) #Frost Use the image/word to inspire your writing, then post with #WildWalkPrompt #prompt #writesky #blueskypoets #writingprompt #nature #5amwritersclub

my night's heaving breath my thoughts are starved animals my #struggle feeds them #vss365 #haiku