You coax
The ghostly
Starlight into
The room
Behind your
Eyes,
And me
With it.

#poetry

Medicine
Cabinet
Miracles,
Chemical
Invocations,
Dendrite
Angels
Signaling
“Do not
Be afraid.”
Hallelujah.
Amen and
Amen.

#poetry

I choose to
Fill my fractures
With light.
I’d rather be
A prism than
A tomb.

#poetry

Time’s arrow
Pierces us all,
And we bleed
The stars.

#poetry

May you
Experience
Joy in full
Measure
Without
Dreading
Its ending.

#poetry

#senryū / #haiku by Lucas Weissenborn (IG: @luque_mit_q ). Lucas is a researcher, musician, & poet based in #Norway. His haiku & senryū have appeared in many journals, including Science. He was also once unintentionally appointed an expert on squirrels by a university in Russia. #redhead #poetry #spring

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In black text, on a plain white background, a #senryū / #haiku by Lucas Weissenborn ( IG: @luque_mit_q ) reads, “forest fire among the ferns her red hair” Lucas is a researcher, musician, & poet based in #Norway. His haiku & senryū have appeared in many journals, including Science. He was also once unintentionally appointed an expert on squirrels by a university in Russia. #redhead #poetry #spring

Let us have
The bravery
Of the seed,
Planted in
Total dark,
Destroying itself
To seek the
Sun.

#poetry

#senryu by Ash Evan Lippert.
Ash is an emerging queer writer from South Carolina. Widely published in journals, both online and in print, their debut chapbook, “god of the body”, is available through Yavanika Press. Find them on Bluesky ( @wanderstruck.blog ) & Instagram #fairgrounds( @wanderstruck_haiku ). #haiku #poetry #stars

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Against a black background, a #senryu by Ash Evan Lippert reads, “stars over the fairgrounds I guess the number of jellybeans” Ash is an emerging queer writer from South Carolina. Widely published in journals, both online and in print, their debut chapbook, “god of the body”, is available through Yavanika Press. Find them on Bluesky ( @wanderstruck.blog ) & Instagram #fairgrounds( @wanderstruck_haiku ). #haiku #poetry #stars

#haiku / #senryu by regular contributor, Jerome Berglund ( @Berglundjeromehaiku ), currently hailing from New Orleans, LA, USA. #poetry #NOLA #insect

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Against a white background, a #haiku / #senryu by regular contributor, Jerome Berglund ( @Berglundjeromehaiku ), currently hailing from New Orleans, LA, USA, reads, “leaf insect the lone observer implied” #poetry #NOLA #insect

#OTD in 1667, John Milton sells the copyright to Paradise Lost for only 10 pounds.

https://lithub.com/lit-hub-daily-april-27-2026/

Works of John Milton at PG:

https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/17

#books #literature #poetry

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"Hall portrait" of John Milton. The work is attributed to either Mary Beale or Peter Lely. He wearing a dark doublet with a prominent white lace collar. His hair is long and wavy.

To feel
Everything
So deeply
Is a curse,
Is an art.

#poetry

We are the
Dream of
Eons waking,
Ancient yet
Ephemeral.

#poetry

May we
Burn bright
Enough that
The stars
Wish upon us
When we
Fall.

#poetry

In the ancient
Language of
Pulse,
My heart
Proclaims
An edict:
I am
I am
I am.

#poetry

Even standing
In our graves,
There is joy
To be found.

#poetry

There will be
Times you
Will hide
In your darkness,
But remember:
Even when
Obscured,
The stars
Still burn.

#poetry

Galaxies
Collide
Behind
Your eyes
With all the
Power of
The cosmos
Inside every
Neuron.

#poetry

Maybe it's shallow hero-worship on my part, but I do like to read about really talented people recognizing the phenomenal talent of others. These are some lines from a poem James Baldwin wrote for Lena Horne, from one great artist to another:

the lady is the apple
of God's eye:
He's cool enough about it
but He tends to strut a little
when she passes by

the lady is a wonder
daughter of the thunder
smashing cages
legislating rages
with the voice of ages
singing us through.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/88932/le-sporting-club-de-monte-carlo-for-lena-horne

#1960s #civilrights #jamesbaldwin #lenahorne #poetry #blackhistory

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Black and white pic of Lena Horne and James Baldwin

#haiga with #drawing by Josiah, #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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Against a plain background, a #haiga with #drawing by Josiah. The pen and ink drawing shows an image open to many interpretations. Is it a tree, in full flower of summer on the left and stripped bare as winter on the right? Is it curtains pulled aside before a large window? Beside this, a #haiku by Nitu Yumnam, reads, “the quiet ache of parting — receding tide” 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.

Like the neutrino
There is no
Trace of you
On my skin.
You cannot bruise
What you never
Touched.

#poetry

Light experiences
An eternal now,
Outside of time
And distance.
So too, did we
Until it was over.

#poetry

From the
Dust of the
Stars to the
Dust of the
Earth and
Back again,
We are all
One.

#poetry

#haiku by returning contributor, Oana Maria Cercel @oana_maria_
Oana lives in Italy where she writes and co-edits Cold Moon Journal. #poetry #footprint #shore #italy

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Against a plain white background, a #haiku by returning contributor, Oana Maria Cercel @oana_maria_ reads, “waveless shore the footprints I leave behind” Oana lives in Italy where she writes and co-edits Cold Moon Journal. #poetry #footprint #shore #italy

Take my
Hand
And we’ll
Show the
Lyrids
We know
What it’s
Like to
Burn, too.

#poetry

#haiku by longtime contributor, John Hawkhead @haikuhawk of Bradford-on-Avon, UK #poetry #roof #mentalhealth #UnitedKingdom

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Against a black background, a #haiku by longtime contributor, John Hawkhead @haikuhawk of Bradford-on-Avon, UK reads, “talking a man down from the edge of the world pasts we wish for” #poetry #roof #mentalhealth #UnitedKingdom

@courtcan

Poké-try?

#poetry

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meow meow ME

#haiku
#poetry
#cats
#CatsOfMastodon

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

#poetry

If you’re ever
Feeling small,
Remember:
You are a
Child of
Fire.
You are
Exalted
Amongst
The stars.

#poetry

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

#poetry

Meaning beyond definition

In science our concepts have neat, hard edges. In poetry our concepts stretch and expand. Both are necessary for knowledge

by James Camien McGuiggan

https://aeon.co/essays/in-poetry-clarity-comes-through-ambiguity-not-definitions?utm_source=Aeon+Newsletter&utm_campaign=765c91975b-EMAIL_CAMPAIGN_2026_04_17&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_-4ef8a26106-72664972

Poetry & Knowledge at PG:
https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/search/?query=poetry+%2B+knowledge

#books #literature #poetry #knowledge

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Transcription: 003—La cravate et la montre [cravate] la cravate douloureuse que tu portes et qui t'orne ô civilisé ôte-la si tu veux bien respirer [montre, remontoir] comme l'on s'amuse bien [bord droit de la montre] la beauté de la vie passe la douleur de mourir [heures] mon cœur les yeux l'enfant Agla la main Tircis semaine l'infini redressé par un fous de philosophe les Muses aux portes de ton corps le bel inconnu et le vers dantesque luisant et cadavérique les heures [aiguilles] Il est – 5 Et tout sera fini https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/55569/pg55569-images.html

Some light
Is the glint of
A knife,
And you won’t
Know it until
You’re bleeding.
Step out of
The dark
Anyway.

#poetry

These bones
And what
Sorrowed them
Will one day
Meet the same
Fate, and in
That flame
I will be free.

#poetry

I pulled all my mother’s expectations
with me, like a child’s kite, giddy with stir
of spring…

—Lynn Valentine, “St Kilda Crossing”
from DON’T. EVEN. ASK. TOO. HOT. New Writing Scotland 42 (ASL, 2024)

https://asls.org.uk/publications/books/newwriting/nws42/

#Scottish #literature #WorldHeritageDay #poem #poetry

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ST KILDA CROSSING by Lynn Valentine I pulled all my mother’s expectations with me, like a child’s kite, giddy with stir of spring. Because she was cancer-cracked I turned tourist by proxy, crouched into cleits looking for leavings of last century. I photographed fawn smallness of Soays felt the crash of wind-whipped stacs, my pockets salt-filled. I leant on those islands as my mother leant on me, filled my lungs with their breeze and leaping green language of sea. I tried to hold my breath for days, took it back to my mother, exhaled island air on her weakened frame – whispered broken stories of birds and rain.

Lost Federico García Lorca verse discovered 93 years after it was written

Eight-line poem found on the back of a manuscript sheds light on Spanish poet’s preoccupation with time

by Sam Jones

https://www.theguardian.com/culture/2026/apr/18/lost-federico-garcia-lorca-verse-discovered-93-years-after-it-was-written

Lorca at PG:
https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/56772

#books #literature #poetry

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Self-Portrait by Federico García Lorca for *Poeta en Nueva York* A large dreaming face dominates the centre, eyes closed, crescent moons on the cheeks. Surrounding skyscrapers are covered in alphabets and numbers. Black demon-like creatures prowl the margins. A winged figure floats above. A piano keyboard appears on the right. https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Federico_Garc%C3%ADa_Lorca#/media/Archivo:Autorretrato_Poeta_NY.jpg

#haiku by new contributor, Pegah Rahmati Nezhad ( @rahmati_pegah ). Pegah is a physician, scientist, artist, & poet from Tehran, Iran. She loves #micropoetry & lyrical prose, & believes in the power of words. #hummingbird #iran #poetry

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Against a plain white background, a #haiku by new contributor, Pegah Rahmati Nezhad ( @rahmati_pegah ) reads, hovering around fuchsia hanging baskets anna’s hummingbirds Pegah is a physician, scientist, artist, & poet from Tehran, Iran. She loves #micropoetry & lyrical prose, & believes in the power of words. #hummingbird #iran #poetry

We will burn
Whatever darkness
Comes, and
Warm ourselves
By the flames.

#poetry

Starlight sings
Against your skin,
Across eons,
Songs of
Remembrance.
You are kin
To the light.

#poetry

According to
Quantum physics
Touch does
Not exist,
A trick of
Electromagnetic
Force.
No wonder your
Hands haunt me.

#poetry

Yes yes yes yes yes
Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes
Yes yes yes yes yes

• yes, a haiku

#haiku #poetry #poem #imapoet #andididntevenknowit

Stay.
In one hundred
Billion lifetimes,
There has never been,
Nor will ever be
Another you.

#Poetry

There is
A rage
Beneath
Survival
That must
Be reckoned
With.

#poetry

#Shahai by Stephanie Zepherelli, returning contributor, with #photograph by Carol Rudall

#haiku #poetry

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In a #Shahai by Stephanie Zepherelli, returning contributor, with #photograph by Carol Rudall, the moon hangs low over a midnight lake, seen through the gnarled branches of trees on its near shore. In the lower left corner of the frame, a #senryu reads, “one night stand asking the moon to stay for breakfast” #haiku #poetry

#monoku /#senryu by Anne Fox (IG: @annefox333 ) of Broomes Island, Maryland, USA. #poetry #haiku #maryland

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Against a plain white background, a #monoku /#senryu by Anne Fox (IG: @annefox333 ) of Broomes Island, Maryland, USA, reads: shoreline going on without me #poetry #haiku #maryland

This is not
A poem.
This is a
Plea to the stars
To keep giving
Us a reason
To look up.

#Poetry

We are not
Strangers.
In the ancient
Language of
Constellations,
I knew your name.

#poetry

Until
Your bones
Are dust,
There’s
Still
Time.

#poetry

#haiku 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. #deep #colorado #water #poetry

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Against a black background, in white text, a haiku Jennifer Gurney reads: oh the hidden depths of shallow water 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. #deep #colorado #water #poetry

Some
Decembers
Last a
Lifetime.
Some lifetimes
Are no time
At all.

#poetry

I remain
Married to
The dirt
You’re buried in,
Ever faithful.

#poetry