Lying cold in slush,
White Rose and Red alike,
The field, full.
❄️ 🌹
#BattleOfTowton #PalmSunday #WarOfTheRoses #ThreeLines #DarkHistory #YorkAndLancaster #BloodyMeadow #Towton1461 #HistoryInVerse
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
🌊
Eyes snap open,
Heavy fog of sleep is torn
By a menthol blade.
🌿 🚿
#WSS366 #DailyPrompt #PoetrySky #ThreeLines #MicroPoem #ColdShower #OriginalSource #MintAndTeaTree
Two paths pull,
The centre stays.
One choice made,
A thousand ways.
#ও☉❢☉✑
#poetry
#writing
#micropoetry
#blueskywriters
#writingcommunity
I’ve started investing in stocks: beef, chicken, and vegetable.
Someday, I hope I’ll be a bouillonaire.
A way to void
Just share my photography, thanks for watching🤝
#photography #streetphotography
#photo #japan #hongkong #fineartphotography
Rising through the tide,
Cold 'gainst the fighter's boots,
"Steady as she goes!"
🌊 ⚓
#WSS366 #DailyPrompt #Helm #PoetrySky #MicroPoem #ThreeLines #FightingShip #SeaPoem #ManO'War #Nautical #Sailor
Tree with lots of exposed roots
‘As far as you can, hold your confidence.
Do not allow your confusion to squander
This call which is loosening
Your roots in false ground,
That you might come free
From all you have outgrown.’
- John O’Donohue
writingforwellbeing.co.uk
#writing #WritingCommunity #WritersCommunity
A kaleidoscope of broken glass
Seeing the beauty as lights pass
Shattered slivers of the past
Encased, framed in shiny brass
Trying to see a future enhanced
Knowing this view will soon collapse
#thingstowriteabout #glass
The clock on the wall has forgotten its hands, And pours out its minutes like shimmering sands. Reason is tethered to a fading white kite, Drifting away in the middle of night. A mirror reflects what has yet to occur, The edges of objects begin to go blur. A kettle is whistling a murder of crows, That fly from the spout where the lavender grows. The tea in the cup is a desert of gold, Where stories of silence are frequently told. Nothing is tethered, the anchors are gone, And the sun is a button that fastens the dawn.
#ও☉❢☉✑
#poetry
#writing
#micropoetry
#blueskywriters
#writingcommunity
"Go to bed, my gentle night, fall asleep. Let the morning light come, and wash over me." _________________ Go, let yourself rest. Lie down like someone coming home tired, no longer needing to pretend strength. Let the body loosen, slowly, as if unlearning, as if setting the day down without guilt. The night asks nothing of you. Only that you stay. Warm. Still. Breathing softer, until your chest becomes calm water. And when morning comes, don’t rush. Let it come closer to you, unhurried, as if someone who loves you quietly. The light touches first where you are still asleep. Sleep is this, a gentle vanishing, with the trust of someone who knows they return. Rest now. Nothing else is going anywhere. __________________________________ "Vai deitar e adormecer minha doce noite. Deixa vir a luz da manhã banhar-me." _________________ Vai, entrega-te. Deita-te como quem chega a casa cansado e já não precisa fingir força. Solta o corpo devagar, como quem desaprende a tensão, como quem larga o dia sem culpa. A noite não te pede nada. Só que fiques. Quente. Quieto. A respirar mais lento, até o peito virar mar calmo. E quando a manhã vier, não te apresses. Deixa-a aproximar-se de ti, sem pressa, como alguém que gosta de ti em silêncio. A luz toca primeiro onde ainda dormes. Dormir é isso, um desaparecer leve, com a confiança de quem sabe que volta. Agora descansa. O resto não foge. _________________ #pedrokama #poesia #poetry
Go, let yourself rest.
Lie down
like someone coming home tired,
no longer needing to pretend strength.
Let the body loosen, slowly,
as if unlearning,
as if setting the day down
without guilt.
The night asks nothing of you.
Only that you stay.
Warm. Still.
Breathing softer,
(...)
#poetry #poesia
The gentle purple colour
of my mood, a lilac longing,
like the blooming
of a quiet bruise—
Remembering you.
This was your favourite shade,
you said I wore it well.
Now it hangs like a funeral veil,
as I sit within the ash
of memories—
a lilac flower laid
upon the tomb
of all we were.
#faesense
Walking miles in sin,
That was never truly mine,
One road, now yours.
🥾 🛣️
#WSS366 #DailyPrompt #Boot #PoetrySky #MicroPoem #ThreeLines #TheRoad #Walk
Found a book thrift shop that I didn’t previously know about.
I tried to practice restraint.
I bought three books.
That’s restraint, right?
#booksky #bookstore #ilovebooks
I think I find comfort in being alone because when it’s just me, I don’t have to explain myself. No one’s questioning my feelings or misreading my silence. I get to exist without noise, and honestly, that kind of peace is hard to find around other people
Left side, a sharp strike,
Lead, and iron, to the face,
Stumbling, passage paid.
🥊 🧱
#WSS366 #DailyPrompt #Gauntlet #PoetrySky #ThreeLines #RunningTheGauntlet #DarkPoetry #Horrorku #Endure #BloodPrice
No judge in the snow,
Only a man with the grudge,
For spoilers paid.
❄️ 📖
#wSS266 #DailyPrompt #Spoiler #Isolation #Senryu #Horrorku #MicroPoem #PoetrySky #DarkPoetry #BellingshausenStation
Mindful March - Day 22: Notice something that is going well, even if today feels difficult actionforhappiness.org/mindful-march #MindfulMarch
#Melt
perhaps in the end
we just take in
as much as we can hold
as much heat
and love
and life
and ice cream
until the very cells of us
give out
blend into each other
dissipate our form
until we join the very stream
that made us
#poetry
Stood stock still, grinning,
corners of his mouth splitting,
tears ran, blood streaming.
#haikuhorrorprompt #grinning
#haiku #senryu
In that brief pause
when the stars
divide the heavens
in celestial forms
before slumber takes us all
and the sky is a twinkling wall
we see them fall
each thread of light
in their magic flight
those travelers
of the summer night
#vss365 #divides #poetry
Your bird disguise was more dragon, umbrella skin and bones for wings. Toothy beak. Mine mostly ideas of flight, feathered with scribbled pages.
But the crows let us join their storytelling. You heard strange tales of shiny treasures beyond reach. I heard secrets of the sky.
#ThingsToWriteAbout
A butterfly drifts
toward the North Sea's cold horizon,
over fields and wings-
we miss the whole living world
by refusing to pause once. 🦋
Thank you, friend 🤗🐦🔥🧡
I want to do everything in a peaceful, nothing sort of way
Question everything. Learn something. Answer nothing.
~ Euripides
#haiku
past the fire station
a fox running
in the street
Beauty fades
dumb is forever
just over here
shaking my head
