Let me be
Humbled
By the cadence
Of my own
Beating heart.

#poetry

There are
Proto-languages
Thirty eight thousand
Years old,
Carved into figurines,
No one can decipher,
That stir the heart
More than anything
I’ve dared to
Write.

#poetry

And they say nerds lack poetry.

#poetry #nerds

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Light blue text that says: Life is embodied, autopoietic computation arising and complexifying through symbiogenesis.

What a
Brief and
Precious
Thing,
This one
Feral
Life.

#poetry

May every
Agony turn
To stone
And sink
To the bottom
Of the sea.

#Poetry

There is a
Greater dawn
Rising inside of us.
You with your
Burden of proof,
And me with
My mustard seed.

#poetry

You come
Cradling the
Stars in
Your arms,
Bearer of
Light,
Not without
Scars,
Into the
Blinding
Dark.

#poetry

The starlight
Speaks the
Language of
Eons against
The altar of
Your skin,
A billion years
Of devotion.

#poetry

Particles
Entangle and
Remain
Entangled
Regardless
Of distance.
Why can’t
We?

#poetry

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

You say
You’re in hell,
But you’ve been
In my heart,
How do you know
The difference?

#poetry

What are
Hearts for
If not to be
Broken
And mended,
Broken and
Mended?

#poetry

How fucking
Powerless
Was all your
Shadow
Against
Gentle
Starlight?

#poetry

There are
Ten thousand
Stars for every
Grain of sand on
Earth, and they
Dream through
You.

#poetry

#shahai by long time contributor, Elizabeth Crocket. Elizabeth is a Canadian poet who has been the featured artist for three Haiku Foundation online galleries. She has had two books shortlisted for the Touchstone Distinguished Books Award. #poetry #art #photo #canada

The fragile
Lattice of atoms
That made me
Is not without
Fracture,
Not without
Hope.

#poetry

I waited
For you
In light time,
In lifetimes.
The lesson
Will repeat
As needed.

#poetry

How my heart
Can brag,
“I’m alive,
I’m alive,
I’m alive”
To the silence.

#poetry

The light that
Finally finds your skin
After a million years
In the core of the sun,
Let me feel love
Like that.

#poetry

#senryu by new contributor, thomas david. thomas is from West Sussex in the United Kingdom. His #haiku and senryū have appeared in Failed Haiku, tsuri-dōrō, Wales Haiku Journal, Cattails, Cold Moon Journal, The Heron’s Nest and now, FreshOut. #poetry #poetrylovers #uk

#senryu by new contributor, thomas david. thomas is from West Sussex in the United Kingdom. His #haiku and senryū have appeared in Failed Haiku, tsuri-dōrō, Wales Haiku Journal, Cattails, Cold Moon Journal, The Heron’s Nest and now, FreshOut. #poetry #poetrylovers #uk

"Cold in the earth—and the deep snow piled above thee,
Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave!
Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee,
Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave?"

How Wuthering Heights was shaped by Emily Brontë’s gothic poetry

Emily Brontë’s poetry is full of haunting love, grief and death.

by Claire O'Callaghan

https://theconversation.com/how-wuthering-heights-was-shaped-by-emily-brontes-gothic-poetry-275948?utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Latest%20from%20The%20Conversation%20for%20February%2019%202026%20-%203680937628&utm_content=Latest%20from%20The%20Conversation%20for%20February%2019%202026%20-%203680937628+CID_615a3bba18c77b3d9714f9e409741922&utm_source=campaign_monitor_uk&utm_term=How%20Wuthering%20Heights%20was%20shaped%20by%20Emily%20Bronts%20gothic%20poetry

Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell at PG:
https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/1019

#books #literature #poetry

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Title page of the book Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell Authors: Charlotte Brontë Anne Brontë Emily Brontë A title page from an 1846 publication on aged cream paper. At the very top, a handwritten pencil inscription reads "Brontë Charlotte" in a casual, slightly slanted hand. The printed text is centered and typeset in a spare, classical style with generous spacing between elements. Below a small decorative wavy rule, the publication details appear at the bottom: LONDON: SMITH, ELDER AND CO., 65, CORNHILL. 1846. The layout is minimal and elegant, with wide margins and abundant white space giving it a restrained, dignified character typical of mid-Victorian book design. https://archive.org/details/poemsbycurrerell00bron/page/n4/mode/1up

Blessed
Are the photons
Refracted by
Your eyes,
I would bend
The same way
Beneath your
Gaze.

#poetry

For every
Suffering,
A thousand
Mercies.
For every
Darkness,
A spark.

#poetry

However delicate,
It takes bravery
To open, and
Face the sun.
Bloom wild,
Child of light.

#poetry

Remember, man, that thou art dust.

The earl kneels, the ash of the end is written on his brow.

A captain of ships kneels, to be put in mind of a death in a far port, or at home, or on a rock of the sea.

And the boy that holds cinders for the priest,
His forehead is smeared,
Who wears a coat of fourteen Aprils…

—George Mackay Brown, “Ash Wednesday”
Published in TRAVELLERS (John Murray, 2013)

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #religion #GeorgeMackayBrown #Orkney #AshWednesday

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George Mackay Brown Ash Wednesday Remember, man, that thou art dust. The earl kneels, the ash of the end is written on his brow. A captain of ships kneels, to be put in mind of a death in a far port, or at home, or on a rock of the sea. And the boy that holds cinders for the priest, His forehead is smeared, Who wears a coat of fourteen Aprils. The lady of Paplay Thinks, most mornings, she will live forever; kneeling now Is touched with the grave-stoor. The ploughman folds sun-grained hands, He tilts his face To the dust drained of warmth and light. Fisherman, the spindrift Will wash the ashes from you tomorrow. Still you remember, between two waves, St Peter and the fire of his denials. And the old bishop, “I know this, One God-ground deed or thought Endures, when the circle of diamond-and-gold on my finger is dust.” In the kirk of Magnus Stood a multitude of islanders, death-farers, that day, Hungry, after, for panis angelicus. And unto dust thou shalt return.

#haibun by returning contributor, Vaishnavi Ramaswamy of Chennai, India #poetry #prose #haiku #gummy

#monoku by returning contributor, Pippa Phillips @pippaesque #imago #poetry #sunlight #haiku

Like all words,
These words
Will meet you
Too late,
But they will
Meet you.
May sorrow
Get lost along
The way.

#poetry

I know how it
Burned,
Falling through
The atmosphere,
What was lost.
But, the iron
Is fortified
And remains
Unscathed.

#poetry

Poem of the week: To Wordsworth by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The radical young poet’s backhanded tribute to the older writer is a stern judgment on his lapsed political idealism

by Carol Rumens

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2026/feb/09/poem-of-the-week-to-wordsworth-by-percy-bysshe-shelley

To Wordsworth & Alastor; or, The Spirit of Solitude at PG:
https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/4800

#books #literature #poetry

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Portrait of William Wordsworth by Sir William Boxall, 1831. The oil painting depicts the great Romantic poet in his early sixties, with white hair, wearing a dark coat and cravat, rendered in warm brown tones with loose, atmospheric brushwork against a dark background. https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/William_Wordsworth#/media/File:William-Wordsworth.jpg

#SmallPoems #poetry

#collage #haiga by returning contributor, Vidya Premkumar @i_sing_peace | Vidya is a visual artist and poet from Wayanad, Kerala, India. Her work is infused with the socio-political realities and the nature around her. #cat #poetry #art

There are
The remnants of
Stellar explosions
In your bones.
The violence of
Ten billion suns
Cradled in your
Precious heart.

#poetry

Our bodies speak
In the language
Of dust,
Our bodies speak
In the language
Of stars.

#poetry

Everything
Carries
Its own
Breaking
Within it.
Hearts are
No exception.

#poetry

May the
Madness of
Love save you
From the
Drudges of
Sanity.

#poetry

We will burn
Every curse
As it comes.
Hard luck
Is better
Than none.

#poetry

#tanka by returning contributor, Nicholas D. Klascanzky @klacsanzky of Seattle, Washington. Nicholas has several #poetry collections published and has won many awards for his #haiku and other work. #guitar #Family

Stay.
There are
Still stars
We haven’t
Wished upon,
And dreams
Undreamt
Await.

#poetry

May the obscenity
Of my silence
Greet the audacity
Of your words
Like a sledgehammer

#poetry

The world is hell,
My love,
But every kiss
Dispels the flames.

#poetry

#haiku / #senryu by long-time contributor, Deborah A. Bennett @d.a._bennett | Deborah draws her inspiration from the teaching of ancient religious philosophers & haiku poets who were also riveted by the purity & beauty of nature. #poetry #poetrylovers #winter

This is a
Conduit
Through
Which I
Can hold
You for
Just a
Moment.
Hello, you
Are loved.

#poetry

#haiku by new contributor, Maria Cristina Pulvirenti, of Italy. #poetry #poetrylovers #italy #hellebores

#splitsequence #haiku / #senryu by long-time contributor, Hifsa Ashraf @hifsays | Inspired by the three-days Basant Kite Festival starting from Feb 06 in Lahore, Punjab, Pakistan #poetry #kite

Every time
I’ve thought
“I want to
Die,” what
I really
Meant was
“I want to
Live.”

#poetry