A. Velmont
@avelmont.bsky.social
Painting with words.
Taking a step and sharing my #poetry here and appreciating yours. Not a poet, just offbeat.
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Taking a step and sharing my #poetry here and appreciating yours. Not a poet, just offbeat.
- [21+] No tw for writings
- https://aprilvelmont.com
- pfp: @hayraailee.bsky.social
November 26, 2025 at 3:17 PM
#vss365 #poem #writingcommunity
he sits by the smudged window
on a public #transport
wasting his time
watching the pale city pass
to toil away for a plate
to eat
does the transport work all day
for a bit of gas?
he sits by the smudged window
on a public #transport
wasting his time
watching the pale city pass
to toil away for a plate
to eat
does the transport work all day
for a bit of gas?
November 15, 2025 at 1:17 PM
#vss365 #poem #writingcommunity
he sits by the smudged window
on a public #transport
wasting his time
watching the pale city pass
to toil away for a plate
to eat
does the transport work all day
for a bit of gas?
he sits by the smudged window
on a public #transport
wasting his time
watching the pale city pass
to toil away for a plate
to eat
does the transport work all day
for a bit of gas?
#vss365 #poem
history has been written,
lessons turned #literature.
still we turn a blind eye
to repeat it, with new
lies.
history has been written,
lessons turned #literature.
still we turn a blind eye
to repeat it, with new
lies.
November 10, 2025 at 9:41 PM
#vss365 #poem
history has been written,
lessons turned #literature.
still we turn a blind eye
to repeat it, with new
lies.
history has been written,
lessons turned #literature.
still we turn a blind eye
to repeat it, with new
lies.
Reposted by A. Velmont
September 30, 2025 at 9:00 AM
#vss365 #poem #writingcommunity
A breathing #conundrum,
this thirst for reason in a world of stone.
I ask the question with my teeth,
a prayer of grit and bone.
The sky answers with a blank, blue heat.
The only punchline is a punch on the jaw,
and this mad laugh crawling up my throat.
A breathing #conundrum,
this thirst for reason in a world of stone.
I ask the question with my teeth,
a prayer of grit and bone.
The sky answers with a blank, blue heat.
The only punchline is a punch on the jaw,
and this mad laugh crawling up my throat.
September 30, 2025 at 2:36 PM
#vss365 #poem #writingcommunity
A breathing #conundrum,
this thirst for reason in a world of stone.
I ask the question with my teeth,
a prayer of grit and bone.
The sky answers with a blank, blue heat.
The only punchline is a punch on the jaw,
and this mad laugh crawling up my throat.
A breathing #conundrum,
this thirst for reason in a world of stone.
I ask the question with my teeth,
a prayer of grit and bone.
The sky answers with a blank, blue heat.
The only punchline is a punch on the jaw,
and this mad laugh crawling up my throat.
#vss365 #poem
in the sunless canyons of the pacific,
ancient dread sleeps on its cradle
of basalt and bone
feeding on #sublimate d dreams, it waits
in a silent lullaby, until the moon is right
and eternity dies
in the sunless canyons of the pacific,
ancient dread sleeps on its cradle
of basalt and bone
feeding on #sublimate d dreams, it waits
in a silent lullaby, until the moon is right
and eternity dies
September 30, 2025 at 3:56 AM
#vss365 #poem
in the sunless canyons of the pacific,
ancient dread sleeps on its cradle
of basalt and bone
feeding on #sublimate d dreams, it waits
in a silent lullaby, until the moon is right
and eternity dies
in the sunless canyons of the pacific,
ancient dread sleeps on its cradle
of basalt and bone
feeding on #sublimate d dreams, it waits
in a silent lullaby, until the moon is right
and eternity dies
Reposted by A. Velmont
#vss365 #style #poetry #poem #poetrycommunity
Je ne sais quoi,
She walks in style,
Of casual bourgeois,
With enigmatic smile.
Clothed in mist,
And grey shadows,
I found a kiss,
But what else,
Who knows?
—GoRhyme
Je ne sais quoi,
She walks in style,
Of casual bourgeois,
With enigmatic smile.
Clothed in mist,
And grey shadows,
I found a kiss,
But what else,
Who knows?
—GoRhyme
September 13, 2025 at 1:18 PM
#vss365 #style #poetry #poem #poetrycommunity
Je ne sais quoi,
She walks in style,
Of casual bourgeois,
With enigmatic smile.
Clothed in mist,
And grey shadows,
I found a kiss,
But what else,
Who knows?
—GoRhyme
Je ne sais quoi,
She walks in style,
Of casual bourgeois,
With enigmatic smile.
Clothed in mist,
And grey shadows,
I found a kiss,
But what else,
Who knows?
—GoRhyme
Reposted by A. Velmont
#vss365 #potential #poetry #poem
It has so much potential,
This rock above my head.
An energy dread existential,
For if it was kinetic,
I’d be dead.
So watch for earthquakes,
Or things that go bump.
And I hope for my sake,
The rock,
Remains a quiet lump.
—GoRhyme
It has so much potential,
This rock above my head.
An energy dread existential,
For if it was kinetic,
I’d be dead.
So watch for earthquakes,
Or things that go bump.
And I hope for my sake,
The rock,
Remains a quiet lump.
—GoRhyme
September 12, 2025 at 6:19 PM
#vss365 #potential #poetry #poem
It has so much potential,
This rock above my head.
An energy dread existential,
For if it was kinetic,
I’d be dead.
So watch for earthquakes,
Or things that go bump.
And I hope for my sake,
The rock,
Remains a quiet lump.
—GoRhyme
It has so much potential,
This rock above my head.
An energy dread existential,
For if it was kinetic,
I’d be dead.
So watch for earthquakes,
Or things that go bump.
And I hope for my sake,
The rock,
Remains a quiet lump.
—GoRhyme
Reposted by A. Velmont
September 10, 2025 at 2:39 PM
#vss365
The water smashes down,
with cold and endless roar.
It beats against the stone,
and asks for more and more.
The shock of it is never gone,
just weights and spray.
A life made #bearable,
by weathering the day.
But in the constant wet stain,
a soft and stubborn moss
finds life inside the pain.
The water smashes down,
with cold and endless roar.
It beats against the stone,
and asks for more and more.
The shock of it is never gone,
just weights and spray.
A life made #bearable,
by weathering the day.
But in the constant wet stain,
a soft and stubborn moss
finds life inside the pain.
September 10, 2025 at 9:54 PM
Reposted by A. Velmont
September 8, 2025 at 2:03 PM
How someone in a #conscious mind accept the current unnatural state of life, without rebelling, as it was the last sane thought they could have. Most like to have a tea party in the rabbit hole.
#vss365
#vss365
September 4, 2025 at 9:12 PM
How someone in a #conscious mind accept the current unnatural state of life, without rebelling, as it was the last sane thought they could have. Most like to have a tea party in the rabbit hole.
#vss365
#vss365
Reposted by A. Velmont
Mermaid rising from the sea, by Henry John Stock (1930)
September 4, 2025 at 8:49 PM
Mermaid rising from the sea, by Henry John Stock (1930)
Reposted by A. Velmont
My backyard Indigo Bunting back in May. #birds #birding #indigobunting #Ancaster #HamOnt #Bobsbackyard
August 27, 2025 at 11:09 AM
My backyard Indigo Bunting back in May. #birds #birding #indigobunting #Ancaster #HamOnt #Bobsbackyard
Reposted by A. Velmont
September 2, 2025 at 2:20 PM
Reposted by A. Velmont
A Soul in Hell, By Evelyn De Morgan (1902)
September 3, 2025 at 7:37 PM
A Soul in Hell, By Evelyn De Morgan (1902)
A stagnant bile, repugnant.
The flesh indignant.
A silence, pregnant
with a poignant rot.
A claimant defiant,
vile and #malignant.
#vss365 #poem
The flesh indignant.
A silence, pregnant
with a poignant rot.
A claimant defiant,
vile and #malignant.
#vss365 #poem
August 28, 2025 at 5:45 PM
A stagnant bile, repugnant.
The flesh indignant.
A silence, pregnant
with a poignant rot.
A claimant defiant,
vile and #malignant.
#vss365 #poem
The flesh indignant.
A silence, pregnant
with a poignant rot.
A claimant defiant,
vile and #malignant.
#vss365 #poem
Reposted by A. Velmont
Want to write memory like it actually hurts?
@alanparrywriter.co.uk shows you how in part 3 of his free resource series.
No sentiment. Just scars.
👉
@alanparrywriter.co.uk shows you how in part 3 of his free resource series.
No sentiment. Just scars.
👉
How to Write Memory Like It Hurts: A Workshop in Fragments, Prompts, and Brutal Honesty - The Broken Spine
This isn’t about nostalgia. This is about unearthing what memory actually does, and crafting poems that make readers flinch. Prompts included.
thebrokenspine.co.uk
August 27, 2025 at 6:49 PM
Want to write memory like it actually hurts?
@alanparrywriter.co.uk shows you how in part 3 of his free resource series.
No sentiment. Just scars.
👉
@alanparrywriter.co.uk shows you how in part 3 of his free resource series.
No sentiment. Just scars.
👉
#vss365 He appeared at my porch, a #jovial, cheerful boy who’d missed his turn from church.
Just wo steps from him I was, with an urge to leap into his arms like a rushing river.
But this was no youth, and this wasn't a dance.
But the final ride, beside the one with the waiting scythe.
Just wo steps from him I was, with an urge to leap into his arms like a rushing river.
But this was no youth, and this wasn't a dance.
But the final ride, beside the one with the waiting scythe.
August 28, 2025 at 3:15 AM
Reposted by A. Velmont
These #mundane wings
They hold no thrill
Despite their vibrant hue
I was happier as a caterpillar
Plodding through the dew.
#vss365 #WritingCommunity #halfbadpoetry
They hold no thrill
Despite their vibrant hue
I was happier as a caterpillar
Plodding through the dew.
#vss365 #WritingCommunity #halfbadpoetry
August 21, 2025 at 1:39 PM
These #mundane wings
They hold no thrill
Despite their vibrant hue
I was happier as a caterpillar
Plodding through the dew.
#vss365 #WritingCommunity #halfbadpoetry
They hold no thrill
Despite their vibrant hue
I was happier as a caterpillar
Plodding through the dew.
#vss365 #WritingCommunity #halfbadpoetry
Reposted by A. Velmont
Here's a very handsome Purple Finch that I saw during my boreal forest trip in northern Ontario in early June. #birds #birding #NorthernOntario #Algoma #finch #purplefinch
August 7, 2025 at 11:25 AM
Here's a very handsome Purple Finch that I saw during my boreal forest trip in northern Ontario in early June. #birds #birding #NorthernOntario #Algoma #finch #purplefinch