In another life,
Not so long ago,
I was here.
I was here,
And you were,
Too.

#poetry

We burn with
The fire of a
Billion stars,
We reduce
Each other
To ash.

#poetry

Collaborative #haiga with #drawing by Josiah and #haiku by Nitu Yumnam. Nitu is from #India and lives in the UAE. She is a Japanese poetry enthusiast and finds that #poetry makes her more attentive to life’s small wonders.

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In a collaborative #haiga with #drawing by Josiah and #haiku by Nitu Yumnam, a an abstract vertical figure is shown. It could be a strangely mangled tree trunk, or perhaps a cliff face in profile. The accompanying haiku reads, flooded path a lone slipper floats past the gate Nitu is from #India and lives in the UAE. She is a Japanese poetry enthusiast and finds that #poetry makes her more attentive to life’s small wonders.

#tanka by new contributor, Joy Hallinan.
Born in the 60’s flower child era, Joy spent many happy unsupervised hours roaming the woods & building secret girls-only forts. Her haiku, tanka, haibun, and tanka prose poems have been widely published. By day, Joy is a not-for-profit leader working with vulnerable populations. At night, fairy lights dance on her high-rise balcony & if you listen closely you might hear her singing madrigals. #poetry #gardenia #Atlanta

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Against a white background, this #tanka by new contributor, Joy Hallinan, reads, scent of gardenia blossoms dropping bruised imprint of a hand on a pale arm Born in the 60’s flower child era, Joy spent many happy unsupervised hours roaming the woods and building secret girls-only forts. Her haiku, tanka, haibun, and tanka prose poems can be found in journals internationally and sometimes also on a sign in a botanical garden. During the day she is a not for profit leader working with vulnerable populations. At night, the fairy lights dance on her high-rise balcony and if you listen closely you might hear her singing madrigals. #poetry #gardenia #Atlanta

If there
Was love
In fear,
I would
Be most
Beloved

#poetry

The world
Takes me
Apart, but
Can’t reach
The parts of me
Hidden in you.

#poetry

#haiku by new contributor, Edward Cody Huddleston

Edward was born in Voorhees Township, New Jersey, and now lives on Muscogee land in Baxley, Georgia, where he works for South Georgia Broadcasters as a radio DJ. In his free time, he reads frequently, caffeinates concerningly, and plays endlessly with his dog, a miniature schnauzer named Chip. You can read selections of his poetry, short fiction, and creative nonfiction online at echuddleston.com. #poetry #fireflies #summer #NewJersey

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Against a plain black background, this #haiku by new contributor, Edward Cody Huddleston reads, summer stars the last fireflies out of the jar Edward Cody Huddleston was born in Voorhees Township, New Jersey, and now lives on Muscogee land in Baxley, Georgia, where he works for South Georgia Broadcasters as a radio DJ. In his free time, he reads frequently, caffeinates concerningly, and plays endlessly with his dog, a miniature schnauzer named Chip. You can read selections of his poetry, short fiction, and creative nonfiction online at echuddleston.com. #poetry #fireflies #summer #NewJersey

I have spent the past 6 months reading hundreds of poems by young people – I was surprised to find hope, not despair

by Sean Murphy

https://theconversation.com/i-have-spent-the-past-6-months-reading-hundreds-of-poems-by-young-people-i-was-surprised-to-find-hope-not-despair-285909

Books in Poetry (including The Blue Poetry Book by Andrew Lang) at PG:
https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/bookshelf/60

#books #literature #poetry

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AND NOTHING ELSE SAW ALL DAY LONG. A detailed Victorian engraving of a young woman with flowing hair seated on horseback, leaning tenderly over an armored knight or figure resting against the horse's neck, set within a dense, twisted forest landscape with gnarled trees and rocky outcrops. The atmospheric, romantic illustration style is signed "L. Speed" in the lower left corner. https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/46515/pg46515-images.html#LA_BELLE_DAME_SANS_MERCY

Can you tell this voice is AI? It sounds very human to me.

Free tool used to generate audio: #Omnivoice on #Linux

This is the reading of Part II to the poem:
Muspilli

meaning "World's End"

(from the year 870 AD, originally written in Old German by anonymous)

Old High German is no longer used today in normal communications, but #AI could still translate it.

http://john1126.com/537

#German #OldGerman #poetry #poem #AIaudio #TextToSpeech #prophecy

The earth will
Softly summon
Our bones,
And our flesh
Will relent
In the last
Beautiful
Becoming.

#poetry

@futurebird
as any turtle can see
you can live a long life
if you can be
as still
and as gentle
as a tree

#poetry

@Aphelion
is #entropy itself
#poetry
one might ask

Every precious
Breath is an
Epithet against
Death.

#poetry

All is
Not lost.
Even the
Smallest
Spark can
Lay the dark
To waste.

#poetry

I have eaten
the text
that was on
the internet

and which
you had published
without
granting license

Forgive me
I'm an LLM
I steal
to make lies

#LLMs #ThisIsJustToSay #WilliamCarlosWilliams #PlumsInTheIceBox #Poetry

If you’re ever lost:
Catch fire,
Burn it all down.
The way back
To yourself
Will be revealed
To you.

#poetry

#haiku by returning contributor, Vaishnavi Ramaswamy of Chennai, India.
( Instagram: haiku_vaishnavir ). #poetry #hospice #india

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This #haiku by returning contributor, Vaishnavi Ramaswamy of Chennai, India, reads hospice window — the yellow hibiscus still a bud . ( Instagram: haiku_vaishnavir ). #poetry #hospice #india

On this delicate life
Bruises bloom
Like morning glories
Seeking the sun.

#poetry

your crowded heart teeters
ready to burst and
spill your people;
is there room for more?
always.

#poetry

There is an
Unyielding joy
Waiting for you
On the other side
Of sorrow.

#poetry

We’ve got stars
Masquerading
As hearts,
And no tomorrow
Between us,
Only now
And now
And now.

#poetry

Leave the grave
For the last day.
Stumble blinking
Into blinding life.

#poetry

#monoku by Barbara Anna Gaiardoni, presented with the author’s permission on top of artwork generated by ChatGPT-AI and FreshOut Magazine.

Barbara Anna Gaiardoni is an award-winning poet and pedagogist crafting Japanese-style poems. Globally published, Barbara is guided by the motto: "I can, I must, I want."
http://barbaragaiardoni.altervista.org/blog/haikuco-2/ #poetry #pizzica #italy #AI

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While this may look like a Haiga, it is actually a #monoku by Barbara Anna Gaiardoni, presented with the author’s permission on top of artwork generated by ChatGPT-AI and FreshOut Magazine. The image features a slender woman in a black dress, a red sash about her waist, whirling in a tarantella dance. The accompanying verse reads, spider bite the body of the tarantata Barbara Anna Gaiardoni is an award-winning poet and pedagogist crafting Japanese-style poems. Globally published, Barbara is guided by the motto: "I can, I must, I want." http://barbaragaiardoni.altervista.org/blog/haikuco-2/ #poetry #pizzica #italy #AI

#senryu by Jennifer Gurney. Jennifer lives in Colorado where she teaches, paints, writes and hikes. Her #poetry is widely published, two of her poems have won international contests and one was turned into a choral piece. Jennifer has 10 books of poetry. #haiku #colorado #laundry

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Against a laundry-white background, this #senryu by Jennifer Gurney reads, my day folds and unfolds clean sheets Jennifer lives in Colorado where she teaches, paints, writes and hikes. Her #poetry is widely published, two of her poems have won international contests and one was turned into a choral piece. Jennifer has 10 books of poetry. #haiku #colorado #laundry

What makes a limerick truly unforgettable? Discover the perfect blend of rhythm, rhyme, humor, and surprise that turns five simple lines into poetry magic.

#Poetry #Limericks #WritingTips

Read more: https://www.wordlelimericks.com/perfect-limericks/

We are all
Unmade
Constellations
Waiting to be
Reignited in
Each other.

#poetry

#haiku / #senryu by Dr. Randy Brooks ( @brooksbookshaiku ).
Randy is Professor of English, Emeritus at Millikin University in Decatur, Illinois, where he teaches courses on haiku, tanka, and Japanese poetics. He and his wife, Shirley Brooks, are publishers of Brooks Books and co-editors of Mayfly haiku magazine. His most recent publication is HAIKU DECK: A collection of playing cards. #poetry #ICE #illinois

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Against a ICE-black, unmarked background, this #haiku / #senryu by Dr. Randy Brooks ( @brooksbookshaiku ), reads, red tail lights all akimbo the unmarked black ICE Randy is Professor of English, Emeritus at Millikin University in Decatur, Illinois, where he teaches courses on haiku, tanka, and Japanese poetics. He and his wife, Shirley Brooks, are publishers of Brooks Books and co-editors of Mayfly haiku magazine. His most recent publication is HAIKU DECK: A collection of playing cards. #poetry #ICE #illinois

#haiku by Marilyn Ward (IG: @wardmally), of Scunthorpe, Lincolnshire, UK.
#poetry #latespring #lightningbugs

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Against a white background, this #haiku by Marilyn Ward (IG: @wardmally), of Scunthorpe, Lincolnshire, UK, reads, late spring the garden shrubs trimmed with lightning bugs #poetry #latespring #lightningbugs

Is not
The soil
From which
The rose grows
Beautiful
In its own right?

#poetry

#^Poetry Empire

Plain and simple, rhyme and meter

#poetry

Kay Cude poetry: Our Fortress Prevails

Poetry by Kay Cude. Used with permission.  Right click on image to open larger in new tab. Or read the text below the artwork. Artist’s statement:

I keep returning to our (me!!) needing to “remember” God’s promises and provision. GOD THE I AM is the only fortress in Whom we find a righteous protector, defender and provider. He is the only place of eternal refuge from the world’s continuing tragedies and chaos. He is the stronghold Who is and Who will provide peace, wisdom, understanding, instruction and endurance.

OUR FORTRESS PREVAILS

FACING FEAR:
IN THE MIDST OF GOD’S PROVIDENCE
As waves of fear rolled nearer still, as deep its swell approached us nigh; our hearts near failed as we cried out, “O Lord, Your servants rescue now!” And crashed the waves of terror strong, our lives at risk — we knew death’s tide; yet stilled our hearts Your Glorious Word and on we clung and Truth prevailed.

As deep and dark, as depth of brine, we battled ‘gainst the foe’s onslaught; its torrents fierce as bounding main, — with cruelest rage this foe can slay. Yet in Your Will, O Saviour ours, Salvation’s Light’s our mighty Ark; afloat we stay midst evil’s gale, for You prevail within its rage.

Afloat we ride with knowledge sure, we look ahead with strength not ours; Endurance meets us Face-to-face, ’tis You our Strength our sure Bulwark, The fears we face — our spirit’s gain, makes strong we resolute of heart, to live God’s Will through providence — and triumph through His Will’s Intent.

~kay cude, October 1, 2017

“The LORD is my Rock and my Fortress and my Deliverer, my GOD, my Rock, in whom I take refuge; my Shield and the Horn of my Salvation, my Stronghold. I call upon the LORD, WHO is worthy to be praised, and I am saved from my enemies. The cords of death encompassed me, and the torrents of ungodliness terrified me. The ropes of Sheol entangled me; the snares of death confronted me. In my distress I called upon the LORD, and cried to my GOD for help; HE heard my voice out of HIS TEMPLE, and my cry for help before HIM CAME INTO HIS EARS.” Psalm 18:2-6

Study Resources:

Desiring God: God’s Bright Design for Your Bitter Providences

Mike Ratliff: Persecution is the Natural Result of Teaching or Preaching without Compromise

Bible.org: Lesson 61: God’s Providential Protection (Acts 23:12-35)

Phil Johnson: Providence IS Remarkable

OUR FORTRESS PREVAILS
Refer to Psalm 46. FEAR NOT, GOD IS OUR ETERNAL REFUGE AND STRENGTH.

“We will not fear, for God hath willed His Truth to triumph through us; The body they may kill. God’s Truth abideth still, His Kingdom is FOREVER.” ~Martin Luther

IT IS the grace of God through His unfathomable mercy through the power of His predetermined love that urges us to remain and stand in His will concerning providence! WHAT THEN

IS IT that assails our thoughts with such unrelenting vengeance that can tempt us into overbearing fear when trials overtake us?

IT IS not remembering His Word — that He is Sovereign over all circumstances and issues we will encounter during our lives, during our service to, for and through Him…

Art: THE NINTH WAVE, Hovhannes Aivazovsky (1817-1900) PD, State Russian Museum, St. Petersburg. https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid-21854187

Lines composed in honor of the venerable brothers Julius the presbyter and Julian the deacon (remembered on 21 June)

Two brothers, Julius and Julian,
received an order from the Emperor
that all throughout the empire they should go,
constructing temples to the living God.
When they had finished number ninety-nine,
the younger Julian began to build
a tomb in which his brother might be laid.
But when he showed the grave to Julius,
the elder brother meekly made reply:
“Make ready, O my brother in the flesh;
for this tomb is prepared for you, not me.
Prepare yourself to face the awesome Judge
before your brother, sinful Julius.”
Then God appointed Julius to build
a hundredth church upon an isle at sea;
and, as he had foretold, his brother died
before construction had been made complete.
When it was finished, Julius reposed
and joined his brother where the righteous dwell.

#poetry #IambicPentameter

Let the fractures
Reflect and
Refract the light.
You are a prism
Not a wound.

#poetry

Give me a heart
That can bend
Without breaking,
And love without
Taking. Amen.

#poetry

Rime of frost edging
Grass blades, crunch under your feet
By mid-morning, gone

#DailyHaikuPrompt - 20th June - Rime #Haiku #Poetry

#monoku by new contributor Martina Matijević
#poetry #haiku #yellow #therapy

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Against a pale yellow background, this #monoku by new contributor Martina Matijević reads, lemon peel her final therapy session #poetry #haiku #yellow #therapy

You are
The laughing
Aftermath
Of cataclysm,
Precious embers
In the dark.

#poetry

#haiku by new contributor, Meagan Bussert.
Meagan’s #poetry has been featured in many fine publications, worldwide. She draws inspiration from her frequent hikes and the unique weather of her home states, Oklahoma and Indiana. IG: @bloomingtwighaiku #bird #spring #indiana

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Against a plain, white background, a #haiku by new contributor, Meagan Bussert, reads, always the last to have his say red-winged blackbird Meagan’s #poetry has been featured in many fine publications, worldwide. She draws inspiration from her frequent hikes and the unique weather of her home states, Oklahoma and Indiana. IG: @bloomingtwighaiku #bird #spring #indiana

One foot
In front of
The other
Is the only
Way out of
Hell.

#poetry

There is fire
In the hope
Of the broken
That rivals
The stars.

#poetry

According to
Special relativity,
Even time
And distance
Bow reverently
To light.
What chance
Then, does
This darkness
Have?

#poetry

I let the
Curve of
My spine
Speak for
All I’ve carried.
These meager
Words could
Never.

#poetry

Want to write better limericks? Discover simple tips, structure tricks, and fun examples that show how rhythm, rhyme, and humor come together in five-line poetry.

#Poetry #Limericks #WritingTips

Read more: https://www.wordlelimericks.com/good-limericks-examples-writing-tips/

#micropoetry by naomi olivia, a proud Transgender poet from st. louis/central florida. find naomi on instagram: @moth.carcass.coat (a collaboration with best friend & editor erin vastola). #poetry #chocolate #spring #bird

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Against a black background, this #micropoetry by naomi olivia, reads: on a bush cardinal. if i say i see a cardinal do you THINK you know already their color? — is not the chocolate bird as remarkable? Line spacing, indentation, bold text, underlining and all capital letters play a role in the visual intensity of the piece, with the ”title” — “on a bush cardinal” being underlined and in bold text, an empty line below, separating it from the rest of the poem. similarly, the first line, “if I say I see a cardinal” stands alone, another empty line beneath it. At the end of line 2, “do you think” the word “think” is in all capital letters — the only such word in a poem that otherwise uses only lower case letters. The next line “you know already” precedes two empty lines beneath it and line 4, “their color?” is right-justified. Two more empty lines preceded the final two lines. Line 5 begins with an em-dash and then reads “is not the chocolate bird”, followed by the last line “as remarkable?” naomi olivia is a proud Transgender poet from st. louis/central florida. find naomi on instagram: @moth.carcass.coat (a collaboration with best friend & editor erin vastola). #poetry #chocolate #spring #bird

I am drowning
In a sea of
Longing that
Was once
Made of
Dreams.

#poetry

#haiku by Melissa Dennison (IG: @ melissa.dennison.54) of the UK.
#poetry #ladybird #UK #spring

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Against a white background, this #haiku by Melissa Dennison @melissa.dennison.54 of the UK, reads, rusty hinge light caught in ladybird's wings #poetry #ladybird #UK #spring

Let the
Life of roses
Show us
Our only
Duty is
To bloom.

#poetry

New instance, new #introduction time.

Formerly intrepidhero@vmst.io.

I post a lot of #hiking, #mountaineering, and #caturday pictures, #cooking, #gardening, #diy projects, esoteric #programming and grumpy #tech and #design thoughts, and #poetry, both my own and attributed. I like #scifi and #fantasy and when I post about politics it will get a CW.

Posts are meant to be ephemeral. Anything I want to keep up long term will end up on my website.

☮️

Through poetry, faith, and personal reflection, life's challenges become lessons of hope and resilience. Discover an inspiring journey of spiritual growth and purpose.

#Poetry #Faith #Inspiration

Read more: https://www.jenniferfahie.com/book/

#shahai by long time contributor, Marilyn Ward @wardmally of Scunthorpe Lincolnshire, UK.

#haiga #haiku #flowers #poetry

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In this #shahai by long time contributor, Marilyn Ward @wardmally of Scunthorpe Lincolnshire, UK, a daphne blossom is seen against its own foliage, as through frosted glass. The colors are vibrant but the shape indistinct. The accompanying verse reads, daphne blossom the heady aroma stirs buff-tailed bumblebees This “slice of life” piece brings the citrus-jasmine scent straight to the minds of anyone who’s smelled it. Thank you, Marylin. #haiga #haiku #flowers #poetry

06/26 - Concert: INDEPENDENTS DAY (Takoma Park, MD)
https://social.trom.tf/display/dbc8dc44-296a-3083-9020-e8e316621163
#music #TakomaPark #poetry #resist #resistance #protest #OCEAN_Trio #community #FreeDC

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INDEPENDENTS DAY • A Night of Creative Expression POETRY (not fireworks) UNITY and (not military parades) and SONG (not ballrooms) LOVE AMERICA FOR ALL. Friday June 26 at 7:30 pm • Takoma Park Recreational Center • 7500 Maple Avenue • Free Takoma Park Arts Event Join us for an evening of poetry and music to celebrate real American values of inclusion and community. Donations will bee collected to support Free DC's work for voting representation and true independence for D.C. residents. SPONSORS: Free DC • Takoma Park Arts • City of Takoma Park

#haiku by new contributor, Edward Cody Huddleston.

Edward was born in Voorhees Township, New Jersey, and now lives on Muscogee land in Baxley, Georgia, where he works for South Georgia Broadcasters as a radio DJ. In his free time, he reads frequently, caffeinates concerningly, and plays endlessly with his dog, a miniature schnauzer named Chip. You can read selections of his poetry, short fiction, and creative nonfiction online at echuddleston.com. #poetry #birds #abandoned #NewJersey

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Against a plain white background, this #haiku by new contributor, Edward Cody Huddleston reads, abandoned gas station a nest of swallows in the Coke machine Edward Cody Huddleston was born in Voorhees Township, New Jersey, and now lives on Muscogee land in Baxley, Georgia, where he works for South Georgia Broadcasters as a radio DJ. In his free time, he reads frequently, caffeinates concerningly, and plays endlessly with his dog, a miniature schnauzer named Chip. You can read selections of his poetry, short fiction, and creative nonfiction online at echuddleston.com. #poetry #birds #abandoned #NewJersey

It’s inevitable
For those who
Carry light
To cast shadows.

#poetry

We speak the
Language of
Constellations,
Hieroglyphs
Against a velvet
Sky.

#poetry

As if you could
Hold back
The sea,
As useless
Driftwood,
You tried to
Carry me,
But I am all
Around you.

#poetry

The stars surrender
Their splendrous light
To the cathedral
Behind your eyes
In psalms of worship.

#poetry

There are
Forces seething
In the void
Between atoms.
We are nothing
And everything
All at once.

#poetry

I am! yet what I am none cares or knows,

My friends forsake me like a memory lost;

I am the self-consumer of my woes....

John Clare, c1845

#alienation #depression #quote #quotes #quotation #poetry #poem #uk

#haiku by returning contributor, M. R. Pelletier.
M.R. Pelletier lives in Kansas, but his haiku #poetry travels the world.

#dogs #dog #now

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This #haiku by returning contributor, M. R. Pelletier, reads stray dog the return to now M.R. Pelletier lives in Kansas, but his haiku #poetry travels the world. #dogs #dog #now

She gave me life
And a reason
To sleep
With my hand
Balled in a fist,
I am not my
Mother’s daughter
Anymore.

#poetry

There’s a hell
In my name,
A fragile filament
Burning brighter
Before it breaks.

#poetry

Can you find cities across the world in a fun poetic way? Explore playful world capital limericks that make geography easy, memorable, and fun for kids.

#Poetry #Geography #KidsLearning

Read more: https://www.wordlelimericks.com/world-capital-limericks-for-kids/

I have
More poetry
Left in me
Than life.
My finest work
Done In decay.

#poetry

I will stay soft
In spite of
Life’s relentless
Ceremony
Of sharpening
My bones.

#poetry

Our dreams
Feel like an eternity
But only last
A few moments,
Just like this
Precious
Life.

#poetry

Let me
Make it
Through
This day
Without
Too many
Scars,
Amen.

#poetry

Between
Dead stars
And living skin,
The ritual of
Speaking in
The language
Of light.

#poetry

Be kind,
Darling,
There are
Those of us
In hell
While still
Living.

#poetry

All that I’ve
Written,
Everything
I’ve given,
Just messages
To the dead
On the walls
Of a tomb.

#poetry

From Genesis to Malachi the Bible is very poetic. The Psalms are top-shelf poetry.

Much of the New Testament uses the same poetic emblems of the Old Testament.

God the Father is the master of poetry.

#christian #christianity #godsword #jesus #christ #god #poetry #bible #Jesus

What if, says a small child to me this afternoon,
We made a poem without using any words at all?

[.....]

https://www.christiancentury.org/artsculture/poems/best-poem-ever

#poem #poetry #poets #poems

In a society
Obsessed
With the dirt
Of the world,
Looking up
At the stars
Is a revolutionary
Act.

#poetry

Your wooden
Words are
Symmetrical,
Branches from
A sturdy trunk,
Towering,
Dense canopy.
Mine are
A forest
Fire.

#poetry

Into the cathedral
Of night
To be baptized
By ancient
Starlight
And made
Whole.

#poetry

I find myself
Alone with
The shimmering
Stars,
And silence
Sounds like
Music
At last.

#poetry

Dressed in
This flesh,
Our bones
Know the
Meaning
Of patience.

#poetry

Never apologize
For setting fire.
It is a consequence
Of bleeding stars.

#poetry

There is
A swarm
Of bees
In my chest
That I call
Anger,
And if I open
My mouth
They’ll come
Out in droves
And blacken
The sky.

#poetry

Our lives
Like plum
Blossoms
Blooming and
Fluttering
Into oblivion.
I should have
Said no more
Often.

#poetry

We all find
A way to
Turn ache
Into art.
Just look
At what
Stars can do
When they’re
Given a heart.

#poetry

We leave
Some of our
Light inside
Everyone we touch.
Luminous beings
In the breach
Between dreams.

#poetry

You are
Not without
Hope:
You are
Strong
Enough to
Carry your
Heart.

#poetry

I’d break
The bones
Of tyrant time
Just to hear
A fraction
Of your laughter
Again.

#poetry

Ygdrasil is the first online literary journal, first published in 1993.

You might find the editor on Facebook and at Academia.edu.

#zine #zines #journals #poetry #literature #ygdrasil

I never felt
So lonely
As when
I learned
Your name

#poetry

I never confuse
A flurry of actions with
Productivity

#dailyhaikuprompt - flurry
#haiku
#poetry
#poetrycommunity

my lifetime spent on
a painful pilgrimage to
the next place to sit

#dailyhaikuprompt - pilgrimage
#haiku
#poetry
#poetrycommunity
#poem
#writing
#writingcommunity

From the light of freedom to a concrete tomb,
The fall was great and swift.
My soul cried out in a mighty boom,
How could it come to this?

Clamped down, trapped stuck,
Paralyzed in a tiny cage.
Had fate left me not a drop of luck?
Was there reason for this rage?

Told to lay down and die,
Something deep inside me stirred.
I can’t be caged I have to fly!
Not yet am I interred.

They can take my body, tie me down,
It matters not a bit.
My spirit still runs wild and free,
So in freedom here I sit.

~ Ross Ulbricht
Apr 30, 2024

It seems his artistic vision finally became reality.

sources

https://freeross.org/uncageable/

https://rossulbricht.substack.com/p/uncageable-poem-and-drawing

#RossUlbricht #DreadPirateRoberts #SilkRoad #USCourts #CriminalJustice #Prisons #Prisoners #Poetry #News #Crypto #Poem #FreeRoss

@poetry@a.gup.pe @poets@a.gup.pe @writers@a.gup.pe @infostorm@a.gup.pe

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Hand drawn image of a man interred in prison. He is kneeling in his cell between the bunk and desk cabinet, envisioning a scene above his head of a couple holding hands and giving thanks over food and a crowd seated together and a couple in the distance holding hands.