Thank you so much ☺️💖
Hushed flurries of snow
Spread fast as whispered rumours
Scatter everywhere.
#BSPP49 #HushedFlurries #haiku #senryu
Remains of the dead
Form a grotesque gallery
Memento mori.
#weirdmicro #GrotesqueGallery #haiku #senryu
a soft crackle—
the turntable needle
between memories
#haikufeels
#haiku
#senryu
She is the founder of her own misfortune. She gives it air to breathe and feeds it doubts. But she also nurtures hope, takes it for long walks and whispers secrets to it. They walk together and balance along edges. Companions that decided long ago to stay together.
#vssdaily founder
#vss365 air
I circle your light,
a moth drawn to borrowed warmth,
wings ache, still I stay.
#haiku #poetry #moth
Flour, sugar, butter, salt
list checked twice
so I’m not at fault
Scissors, paper, tape
packages gathered
that just have to wait
Gloves, hat, scarf, boots
things that bring
the season’s fruits
Lights, stockings, tree
time given now
for friends beyond me
#poetry #poem #christmas #holiday
The delay
A taut string pulled
Between two hands
Snapped by the inhale
Inside the release
Nothing left but the aftershock
A tremor in the bone
#ও☉❢☉✑
#poetry
#writing
#micropoetry
#blueskywriters
#writingcommunity
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
Thank you so much 💕✨
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
Thank you for the encouragement!
Thank you @daveashleypoet.bsky.social and Steve 🐧! It’s one of my favorite poems I’ve written. One of my favorite lines too!
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.
Reminds me of the blackberry bushes we had on our farm growing up ☺️
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
You’re absolutely lovely. Thank you! 🩵
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
Precisely! This poem is my retelling of the ancient Arabic legend "Layla and Majnun". Here Layla takes agency to leave the garden and the pair pursue a happier ending together
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?
