You would look divine in my darkness

#poetry It's true once, a time ago You bled out my essence In setting sun's embrace A razor sharpened grin As small patterns formed Omens of my own doom The message rang clear: 'Seek the path of entrails For death becomes you' A visceral awakening to The black & red & white That would consume me

#Photography Bernard Chevalier (2016), 'L'Amour'.

attic sketches appear unclaimed reels linger as grey tinged captions claim the passage confounded and spent my impulses proceed through the fire and passion stoking the burnt offerings left scratching their way through the ash and lust where noted desires played #PoemsAbout #Spent

The thought of you being you is poetry

In the mirror

across the sky she casts star clusters the simmering moon looks on #haikufeels #haiku

#BedroomEyesPrompt #isthisdlove #triolet #poem #writing #writingcommunity @oldsoulprose.bsky.social @southernjam.bsky.social

I see your name and say it softly aloud I see your name and cannot help but smile

hesitant spring bringing just a bit of yellow to everything #haiku #dailyhaikuprompt

My painting TIDAL WETLANDS

His and Hers. Not sure if it’s clear which side of the sink is mine. #oilpainting #art

I see you and I want you simple cause and effect

Sky is tense and grey, yet the rain keeps falling down, blithe in its descent #emoetry #tense #haiku #writing #writingcommunity #micropoetry

Been a few years since Tenderness attended me, Flinching at a touch. #BSPP50 #tenderness #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity @blueskypoetry.bsky.social

he made her feel the moon the sun the stars in between vulnerable became her breath of fresh air #emoetry #poetry #writingprompt #vunerable

Your magic enthrals me and the rest of the world fades away

From Honor Moore's Poems from the Women's Movement (2009)

Morning.

#StreetArt by #WyllJordan in #Paris 20th

Here I always find me looking for you

City nights #oilpainting #art

No sleep Stuck in a loop Ruminating and reminiscing Thoughts and emotions So loud in the dark Tumble and spiral downwards Enough now brain The sun is rising Let me loose myself in the bustle of the day Be stilled in the mundane Hush now head Morning is here #poetry

words caught in the act illusions grand dreams writhe me irrevocably altered shaping the heart of being shadowing a quiet walk through the fog drenched trees #micropoetry #poetry #writerslife

Sometimes I wish I could wrap you in my arms and feel you melt into me

A pocket full of summer just for your smile…..

#vss365 #poetry Dreams of you Impair my cognition Imagination takes over And you are pure no flaws Floating in the inbetween Voids and distractions Something lunar Something #stellar I become ghost like And you the reality And there I stay Till the dawn of every day

Why are men chiming in on abortion? 100% of them will never be pregnant.

I am forever haunted by the poem I did not write for you

emptiness… lobster pots rust on the seashore (Chrysanthemum) #haiku #poetry

i #knowingly loved from my dark, untamed places, and yet, i failed well i willingly learned to share love i've not yet earned; it hurt less this time i'll eagerly share time i have, with those who've loved, and learned, and listened #vss365 #prompt #poetry

Nice Lemons 🍋 #oilpainting #art

Of course I want you. How on earth could I not?

#StreetArt by Slae One, Leake Street Tunnel 2026 @slae.one

Mary Swanzy (1882–1978) Woman in a Cream Dress and Cameo

green-wrapped narcissi at the edge of the garden sun slinks through the hedge

Sometimes I write your name just for the sound it makes when I read you aloud

I close my eyes and breathe these dreams of us I feel your touch your fire I hear the echoes of your whispers your caress your virtuosity your sublimity your promise to take me there #poetry #emotry #poem

Poems for Lent (1st Sunday) • Gerard Manley Hopkins •

staccato of my heart rising in feeling it beats like a rollercoaster jamming up my insides the memory fades the cause of it all but still i feel the echo #pennedreveries #poetry

Every day I want you more Every day I want more of you

Kelly’s Journey —Brian Adams

magic lives in fact, it thrives in the tiny realm of the ordinary

what lives between notes old smiles, lost chance, old romance old songs full of ghosts #senryu #haiku #micropoetry #oldsongs #music

I know what I want and what I want is you

nothing's softer than sky i long to sleep and dream there... held but not held always on the wing

Every day I find more about you to adore

✍🏽 #poem #blueskypoetry #poetrysky #poetrycommunity #poet #Blacksky #writingcommunity