— seeing without claiming
A #SPYGLASS does not collapse distance;
it disciplines it
What comes closer remains unreachable
reminding the watcher that clarity
is not possession but patience—
a consent to observe without conquest
to admire futures still deciding
whether they wish to be approached
— seeing without claiming
A #SPYGLASS does not collapse distance;
it disciplines it
What comes closer remains unreachable
reminding the watcher that clarity
is not possession but patience—
a consent to observe without conquest
to admire futures still deciding
whether they wish to be approached
— strengthwithoutspectacle
True #mercy is not lenience
it is authority choosing restraint
It stays the hand, edits the verdict
and proves that power can afford
to be precise rather than cruel
History remembers such moments—
not as weakness
but as intelligence
with a conscience
— strengthwithoutspectacle
True #mercy is not lenience
it is authority choosing restraint
It stays the hand, edits the verdict
and proves that power can afford
to be precise rather than cruel
History remembers such moments—
not as weakness
but as intelligence
with a conscience
— vision without innocence
We trust #eyes too easily.
They catalogue surfaces,
mistake exposure for understanding,
and call it sight.
Only when vision learns humility—
to look twice,
to doubt its own certainty—
do the eyes graduate
from witnesses
to readers of the world.
— vision without innocence
We trust #eyes too easily.
They catalogue surfaces,
mistake exposure for understanding,
and call it sight.
Only when vision learns humility—
to look twice,
to doubt its own certainty—
do the eyes graduate
from witnesses
to readers of the world.
— on counting refusal
Not every rejection is progress.
Some are data.
Some are warnings.
Some are answers we mistake for challenges.
Wisdom is not celebrating every “no”—
it’s learning which ones to listen to.
#poetryasthought #poetrycommunity #creativewriting
— on counting refusal
Not every rejection is progress.
Some are data.
Some are warnings.
Some are answers we mistake for challenges.
Wisdom is not celebrating every “no”—
it’s learning which ones to listen to.
#poetryasthought #poetrycommunity #creativewriting
— how harm survives by calling itself polite
Some harms do not announce themselves.
They RSVP.
They read the message.
They respond later.
Written in the vein of what survives by being called polite.
@thistooisholy #stonewitnessed #writingprompts #fridaythe13th #writingcommunity
— how harm survives by calling itself polite
Some harms do not announce themselves.
They RSVP.
They read the message.
They respond later.
Written in the vein of what survives by being called polite.
@thistooisholy #stonewitnessed #writingprompts #fridaythe13th #writingcommunity
— what the earth remembers
We mistake #stones for silence.
They are archives—
pressure translated into patience,
impact refined into endurance.
Civilisations pass, slogans erode,
yet stone keeps the long ledger,
teaching us that what lasts
is not what shouts,
but what holds.
— what the earth remembers
We mistake #stones for silence.
They are archives—
pressure translated into patience,
impact refined into endurance.
Civilisations pass, slogans erode,
yet stone keeps the long ledger,
teaching us that what lasts
is not what shouts,
but what holds.
— on emotional uptime
We learned how to function
before we learned how to heal.
Some versions of us are efficient,
presentable, productive—
and quietly unfinished.
Endurance is not the same as wholeness.
#poetryasthought #poetrycommunity #creativewriting
— on emotional uptime
We learned how to function
before we learned how to heal.
Some versions of us are efficient,
presentable, productive—
and quietly unfinished.
Endurance is not the same as wholeness.
#poetryasthought #poetrycommunity #creativewriting
What if strength is not endurance, but release?
Perhaps love is not another sky to bear—
but the courage to set one down.
Challenge: “Write a poem about any ancient myth in modern times, when they are about to fall in love.”
#wc_nf #poetrychallenge #modernmyth
What if strength is not endurance, but release?
Perhaps love is not another sky to bear—
but the courage to set one down.
Challenge: “Write a poem about any ancient myth in modern times, when they are about to fall in love.”
#wc_nf #poetrychallenge #modernmyth
— where coordinates refuse erasure
When love becomes gravity,
absence is not emptiness—
it is curvature.
@writers_community._ #wc_nf #poetrychallenge #justatry🙈 #poetrycommunity #monthlyprompts
— where coordinates refuse erasure
When love becomes gravity,
absence is not emptiness—
it is curvature.
@writers_community._ #wc_nf #poetrychallenge #justatry🙈 #poetrycommunity #monthlyprompts
— a riddle in alloy and tide
Some of us are forged in structure
and secretly fluent in tides.
Not everything we carry belongs to our armor.
Look closely. What is being held here?
@writers_community._ #wc_nf #poetrycommunity #poetrychallenge #pictureprompt #poetrylovers
— a riddle in alloy and tide
Some of us are forged in structure
and secretly fluent in tides.
Not everything we carry belongs to our armor.
Look closely. What is being held here?
@writers_community._ #wc_nf #poetrycommunity #poetrychallenge #pictureprompt #poetrylovers
—where arrows meet chosen vulnerability
#Cupid arrived and I opened my armor mistaking surrender for strength
#WI11Wstories #whisperin11words #poemprompts @whisperin11words @marrowlines
—where arrows meet chosen vulnerability
#Cupid arrived and I opened my armor mistaking surrender for strength
#WI11Wstories #whisperin11words #poemprompts @whisperin11words @marrowlines
— a love-letter written in bone-ink and starlight
Between Cupid and Coffin, my ribs became ballot boxes voting breath against oblivion nightly.
Desire sharpened heliotropes while doom kept filing syllables into marble-throated certainties.
— a love-letter written in bone-ink and starlight
Between Cupid and Coffin, my ribs became ballot boxes voting breath against oblivion nightly.
Desire sharpened heliotropes while doom kept filing syllables into marble-throated certainties.
— what regret pretends to offer
We beg time to #rewind as though chronology were merciful—
as though errors could be vacuumed from history like dust.
But memory only sharpens its footage,
replays with forensic tenderness,
— what regret pretends to offer
We beg time to #rewind as though chronology were merciful—
as though errors could be vacuumed from history like dust.
But memory only sharpens its footage,
replays with forensic tenderness,
—after the valley thawed, before she learned her name
Winter taught endurance.
February teaches hunger.
Roses sharpen. Wolves wait.
What breathed beneath ice finally rises.
@kry_wolf_poetry #justatry🙈 #WolfpackPrompts #HungerGarden #WildRoses #MoonlightOnMyTongue
—after the valley thawed, before she learned her name
Winter taught endurance.
February teaches hunger.
Roses sharpen. Wolves wait.
What breathed beneath ice finally rises.
@kry_wolf_poetry #justatry🙈 #WolfpackPrompts #HungerGarden #WildRoses #MoonlightOnMyTongue
— on what resists optimisation
Dashboards glow.
Equations hover.
No one is in the room.
We taught systems to predict everything—
except the variables that matter most.
Some truths refuse decimals.
#TheCalculusOfLiving #poetryasthought #poetrycommunity #creativewriting
— on what resists optimisation
Dashboards glow.
Equations hover.
No one is in the room.
We taught systems to predict everything—
except the variables that matter most.
Some truths refuse decimals.
#TheCalculusOfLiving #poetryasthought #poetrycommunity #creativewriting
— eloquence without sound
#Silent language rules
between our shuttered gaze here
gestures sermonize
palms translate tacit vows now
breath scripts hieroglyphs in air
@poeticreveries_ #poeticreveries_ #tankatuesday
— eloquence without sound
#Silent language rules
between our shuttered gaze here
gestures sermonize
palms translate tacit vows now
breath scripts hieroglyphs in air
@poeticreveries_ #poeticreveries_ #tankatuesday
— on instant genius and patient craft
Some poems ship overnight.
Others take seasons.
One dazzles timelines.
The other changes its maker.
Not everything worth keeping arrives express.
#TheQuickVerseMiracle #poetryasthought #poetrycommunity #creativewriting
— on instant genius and patient craft
Some poems ship overnight.
Others take seasons.
One dazzles timelines.
The other changes its maker.
Not everything worth keeping arrives express.
#TheQuickVerseMiracle #poetryasthought #poetrycommunity #creativewriting
— what distracts while headlines burn
In turbulent seasons, #pleasure is sold as anaesthetic—
a scrolling sedative,
a carnival of diversions calibrated to quiet unease.
— what distracts while headlines burn
In turbulent seasons, #pleasure is sold as anaesthetic—
a scrolling sedative,
a carnival of diversions calibrated to quiet unease.
— selfhood without witnesses
Loving #myself unapologetically today, I annul borrowed verdicts, enthrone solitude, irrigate fractures with grace, crown resilience, barter fear for radiance and authorize joy without witnesses ever again.
#flawedpoetssociety #flawedpoetssociety_prompts
— selfhood without witnesses
Loving #myself unapologetically today, I annul borrowed verdicts, enthrone solitude, irrigate fractures with grace, crown resilience, barter fear for radiance and authorize joy without witnesses ever again.
#flawedpoetssociety #flawedpoetssociety_prompts
— where light learns release
I #unfurl phosphorescence, discard gravitas, discover horizons rehearsing absolution beside moonlit water tonight and silence
#24hrbybt #poetrysupportbybt
— where light learns release
I #unfurl phosphorescence, discard gravitas, discover horizons rehearsing absolution beside moonlit water tonight and silence
#24hrbybt #poetrysupportbybt
— where light refuses to quit
Night swept the room; …splintered glass lead to broken dreams… yet I pocketed starlight, stitched hope into silence, and walked barefoot through dawn, carrying names the dark couldn’t erase
#24hrbybt #poetrysupportbybt
— where light refuses to quit
Night swept the room; …splintered glass lead to broken dreams… yet I pocketed starlight, stitched hope into silence, and walked barefoot through dawn, carrying names the dark couldn’t erase
#24hrbybt #poetrysupportbybt
— what the roses kept when she left
Some departures return as light. This poem listens for what lingers after the room empties.
#24hrbybt #poetrysupportbybt #photochallenge
— what the roses kept when she left
Some departures return as light. This poem listens for what lingers after the room empties.
#24hrbybt #poetrysupportbybt #photochallenge
—when winter practices sorcery
Icicled twilight leaves me #spellbound , rapt, mesmered, febrile, luminous, silent, captive, thawing inwardly.
@cosmosofwriters @poeticgal360 #cosmosofwriters
—when winter practices sorcery
Icicled twilight leaves me #spellbound , rapt, mesmered, febrile, luminous, silent, captive, thawing inwardly.
@cosmosofwriters @poeticgal360 #cosmosofwriters
— the luxury of not thinking
A #cult begins as convenience—
doubt delegated, wonder rationed,
complexity replaced with a single bright sentence.
Soon belief is rented,
judgement amortised,
and the mind discovers how easily
freedom masquerades
as relief.
— the luxury of not thinking
A #cult begins as convenience—
doubt delegated, wonder rationed,
complexity replaced with a single bright sentence.
Soon belief is rented,
judgement amortised,
and the mind discovers how easily
freedom masquerades
as relief.
— on managing what must not exist
Dashboards glow.
Maps pulse.
No one is in the room.
Some decisions are made
so quietly they never become news—
only outcomes.
When power migrates into systems, silence becomes a strategy.
#poetryasthought #creativewriting
— on managing what must not exist
Dashboards glow.
Maps pulse.
No one is in the room.
Some decisions are made
so quietly they never become news—
only outcomes.
When power migrates into systems, silence becomes a strategy.
#poetryasthought #creativewriting