Modern Poet
@modernpoet.bsky.social
Coffee addict, overthinker & writer.
Daily poetic thoughts 🌞
He/him.
Daily poetic thoughts 🌞
He/him.
Rain and snow alike
Tears and smiles alike.
Blankets of wet and white
Pillows that fall fast and slow
A bed soft and bright
Dreams without an echo.
Tears and smiles alike.
Blankets of wet and white
Pillows that fall fast and slow
A bed soft and bright
Dreams without an echo.
December 19, 2023 at 11:29 AM
Rain and snow alike
Tears and smiles alike.
Blankets of wet and white
Pillows that fall fast and slow
A bed soft and bright
Dreams without an echo.
Tears and smiles alike.
Blankets of wet and white
Pillows that fall fast and slow
A bed soft and bright
Dreams without an echo.
Poems
In a way
Are like keys.
They're only as good
As what they unlock.
In a way
Are like keys.
They're only as good
As what they unlock.
December 17, 2023 at 9:57 AM
Poems
In a way
Are like keys.
They're only as good
As what they unlock.
In a way
Are like keys.
They're only as good
As what they unlock.
Early morning,
Café de Flore,
Paris.
She looks up in my direction
Sometimes,
And from here I can smell
Her perfume.
Café de Flore,
Paris.
She looks up in my direction
Sometimes,
And from here I can smell
Her perfume.
December 16, 2023 at 11:28 AM
Early morning,
Café de Flore,
Paris.
She looks up in my direction
Sometimes,
And from here I can smell
Her perfume.
Café de Flore,
Paris.
She looks up in my direction
Sometimes,
And from here I can smell
Her perfume.
Fast heart,
Slow kiss.
Cold day,
Warm kiss.
Hard times,
Soft kiss.
Short life,
Long kiss...
Problem,
- kiss.
Slow kiss.
Cold day,
Warm kiss.
Hard times,
Soft kiss.
Short life,
Long kiss...
Problem,
- kiss.
December 14, 2023 at 4:23 PM
Fast heart,
Slow kiss.
Cold day,
Warm kiss.
Hard times,
Soft kiss.
Short life,
Long kiss...
Problem,
- kiss.
Slow kiss.
Cold day,
Warm kiss.
Hard times,
Soft kiss.
Short life,
Long kiss...
Problem,
- kiss.
Light makes a temple
As it falls
In columns
Through the branches
Of a young Sycamore tree.
And when the sun sets,
Stretching the columns on one side,
In the darkness of dawn,
The temple
Falls.
As it falls
In columns
Through the branches
Of a young Sycamore tree.
And when the sun sets,
Stretching the columns on one side,
In the darkness of dawn,
The temple
Falls.
December 14, 2023 at 9:44 AM
Light makes a temple
As it falls
In columns
Through the branches
Of a young Sycamore tree.
And when the sun sets,
Stretching the columns on one side,
In the darkness of dawn,
The temple
Falls.
As it falls
In columns
Through the branches
Of a young Sycamore tree.
And when the sun sets,
Stretching the columns on one side,
In the darkness of dawn,
The temple
Falls.
A homeless man
Asked me for change.
I apologized
And he smiled.
I apologized again
But this time
I felt it.
Asked me for change.
I apologized
And he smiled.
I apologized again
But this time
I felt it.
December 13, 2023 at 11:20 AM
A homeless man
Asked me for change.
I apologized
And he smiled.
I apologized again
But this time
I felt it.
Asked me for change.
I apologized
And he smiled.
I apologized again
But this time
I felt it.
Reposted by Modern Poet
The sun rises
And the scared remains of night
Hide behind the big trees.
And the scared remains of night
Hide behind the big trees.
December 12, 2023 at 6:26 AM
The sun rises
And the scared remains of night
Hide behind the big trees.
And the scared remains of night
Hide behind the big trees.
Pulling on flowers
Doesn't make them grow faster.
- about people.
Doesn't make them grow faster.
- about people.
December 11, 2023 at 7:18 PM
Pulling on flowers
Doesn't make them grow faster.
- about people.
Doesn't make them grow faster.
- about people.
Reposted by Modern Poet
December 11, 2023 at 1:00 PM
Sometimes on the highway
I see beautiful houses
That I'd like to live in.
Then I remember
They're close to the highway.
I see beautiful houses
That I'd like to live in.
Then I remember
They're close to the highway.
December 11, 2023 at 9:43 AM
Sometimes on the highway
I see beautiful houses
That I'd like to live in.
Then I remember
They're close to the highway.
I see beautiful houses
That I'd like to live in.
Then I remember
They're close to the highway.
I turned on the fire
And the wood blushed.
And the wood blushed.
December 10, 2023 at 1:41 PM
I turned on the fire
And the wood blushed.
And the wood blushed.
To be or not to be,
That is our freedom.
That is our freedom.
December 9, 2023 at 8:01 PM
To be or not to be,
That is our freedom.
That is our freedom.
Not that I don't want to work,
But even my chair
Yawned
When I pulled it.
But even my chair
Yawned
When I pulled it.
December 9, 2023 at 1:12 PM
Not that I don't want to work,
But even my chair
Yawned
When I pulled it.
But even my chair
Yawned
When I pulled it.
The tiny flame
At the tip of a candle
Wobbles & I wonder
If there's anything I can do
To help.
At the tip of a candle
Wobbles & I wonder
If there's anything I can do
To help.
December 8, 2023 at 8:49 PM
The tiny flame
At the tip of a candle
Wobbles & I wonder
If there's anything I can do
To help.
At the tip of a candle
Wobbles & I wonder
If there's anything I can do
To help.
Music lingers around us
Hiding in silence
Waiting for someone
To turn on a radio.
Hiding in silence
Waiting for someone
To turn on a radio.
December 8, 2023 at 9:40 AM
Music lingers around us
Hiding in silence
Waiting for someone
To turn on a radio.
Hiding in silence
Waiting for someone
To turn on a radio.
The crackling of a vinyl record
Reminds me that
Silence too gets old.
Reminds me that
Silence too gets old.
December 7, 2023 at 5:04 PM
The crackling of a vinyl record
Reminds me that
Silence too gets old.
Reminds me that
Silence too gets old.
A butterfly
Stumbles in the air
Like a drunken man
Towards Heaven.
Stumbles in the air
Like a drunken man
Towards Heaven.
December 7, 2023 at 9:23 AM
A butterfly
Stumbles in the air
Like a drunken man
Towards Heaven.
Stumbles in the air
Like a drunken man
Towards Heaven.
At a café, a girl is writing something down.
She has one shoe off.
I don't know why but that makes me very curious to know what she's writing about.
She has one shoe off.
I don't know why but that makes me very curious to know what she's writing about.
December 6, 2023 at 5:07 PM
At a café, a girl is writing something down.
She has one shoe off.
I don't know why but that makes me very curious to know what she's writing about.
She has one shoe off.
I don't know why but that makes me very curious to know what she's writing about.
Reposted by Modern Poet
Man at the bar on Saturday night. Craigville, Minnesota. 1937. www.flickr.com/photos/libra...
December 5, 2023 at 6:30 AM
Man at the bar on Saturday night. Craigville, Minnesota. 1937. www.flickr.com/photos/libra...
Reposted by Modern Poet
new habits i want to adopt in 2024:
- plagiarizing
- littering
- shoplifting from small businesses
- swallowing my gum
- watching more regular season baseball games
- plagiarizing
- littering
- shoplifting from small businesses
- swallowing my gum
- watching more regular season baseball games
December 4, 2023 at 7:59 PM
new habits i want to adopt in 2024:
- plagiarizing
- littering
- shoplifting from small businesses
- swallowing my gum
- watching more regular season baseball games
- plagiarizing
- littering
- shoplifting from small businesses
- swallowing my gum
- watching more regular season baseball games