Death's heaving her scythe
In the ides of November
My heart dies with you
#senryu #haiku #haikupoem #haikupoetry #poetry
In the ides of November
My heart dies with you
#senryu #haiku #haikupoem #haikupoetry #poetry
November 19, 2025 at 8:10 PM
Death's heaving her scythe
In the ides of November
My heart dies with you
#senryu #haiku #haikupoem #haikupoetry #poetry
In the ides of November
My heart dies with you
#senryu #haiku #haikupoem #haikupoetry #poetry
No poem as pretty as you
You twist my mind into morbid rings
You have me wishing I could
collect the eyes of men
To take in the full frame of your beauty
#poetry #micropoetry #blueskypoets
You twist my mind into morbid rings
You have me wishing I could
collect the eyes of men
To take in the full frame of your beauty
#poetry #micropoetry #blueskypoets
November 19, 2025 at 4:25 AM
No poem as pretty as you
You twist my mind into morbid rings
You have me wishing I could
collect the eyes of men
To take in the full frame of your beauty
#poetry #micropoetry #blueskypoets
You twist my mind into morbid rings
You have me wishing I could
collect the eyes of men
To take in the full frame of your beauty
#poetry #micropoetry #blueskypoets
She's a thing of crystal
An inconceivable fire i refuse to put out
I would place her in the sky
sit under shade of a low hanging tree
I wouldn't burden her with the truth of my love
I would watch her fill the tide of heaven
I would worship her as the night worships the moon
#poetry #poems #shortpoem
An inconceivable fire i refuse to put out
I would place her in the sky
sit under shade of a low hanging tree
I wouldn't burden her with the truth of my love
I would watch her fill the tide of heaven
I would worship her as the night worships the moon
#poetry #poems #shortpoem
November 13, 2025 at 9:10 AM
She's a thing of crystal
An inconceivable fire i refuse to put out
I would place her in the sky
sit under shade of a low hanging tree
I wouldn't burden her with the truth of my love
I would watch her fill the tide of heaven
I would worship her as the night worships the moon
#poetry #poems #shortpoem
An inconceivable fire i refuse to put out
I would place her in the sky
sit under shade of a low hanging tree
I wouldn't burden her with the truth of my love
I would watch her fill the tide of heaven
I would worship her as the night worships the moon
#poetry #poems #shortpoem
Your skin
against mine
leaves me as radiant
with love
as the moonlight.
Even your shadow
seems bright
with sunshine.
Even the dawn
takes a lesson
from you.
#poetry #poems #shortpoems #micropoems #micropoetry
against mine
leaves me as radiant
with love
as the moonlight.
Even your shadow
seems bright
with sunshine.
Even the dawn
takes a lesson
from you.
#poetry #poems #shortpoems #micropoems #micropoetry
October 28, 2025 at 1:31 AM
Your skin
against mine
leaves me as radiant
with love
as the moonlight.
Even your shadow
seems bright
with sunshine.
Even the dawn
takes a lesson
from you.
#poetry #poems #shortpoems #micropoems #micropoetry
against mine
leaves me as radiant
with love
as the moonlight.
Even your shadow
seems bright
with sunshine.
Even the dawn
takes a lesson
from you.
#poetry #poems #shortpoems #micropoems #micropoetry
I think of time and all I've known
My weathered heart–the bedlam sown
Through rise and fall of endless stars
My fairest love was you—by far
If the sun could emulate your eyes,
How bright the moon would burn the skies
Although it lingers on your skin
The source of beauty lies within
#poetry #poems
My weathered heart–the bedlam sown
Through rise and fall of endless stars
My fairest love was you—by far
If the sun could emulate your eyes,
How bright the moon would burn the skies
Although it lingers on your skin
The source of beauty lies within
#poetry #poems
October 12, 2025 at 4:16 AM
A sweetness is derived
by the hands of the clock—oh, my lacquered mouth,
made sweet by the honey
on your tongue.
I am made blood and gold
by your kiss.
#poetry #poems #shortpoems #blueskypoets
by the hands of the clock—oh, my lacquered mouth,
made sweet by the honey
on your tongue.
I am made blood and gold
by your kiss.
#poetry #poems #shortpoems #blueskypoets
October 7, 2025 at 5:07 AM
A sweetness is derived
by the hands of the clock—oh, my lacquered mouth,
made sweet by the honey
on your tongue.
I am made blood and gold
by your kiss.
#poetry #poems #shortpoems #blueskypoets
by the hands of the clock—oh, my lacquered mouth,
made sweet by the honey
on your tongue.
I am made blood and gold
by your kiss.
#poetry #poems #shortpoems #blueskypoets
Mi amor
Mi luz de la luna
Tú me transformas:
Uña a garra
Diente a colmillo
Un hambre apaciguable
En una hambruna implacable
Tu vestido es mi némesis
Una oposición a superar
Si mis dientes no lo hacen pronto—
Aprende el paladar de tu gusto—
Puedo morir
Mi luz de la luna
Tú me transformas:
Uña a garra
Diente a colmillo
Un hambre apaciguable
En una hambruna implacable
Tu vestido es mi némesis
Una oposición a superar
Si mis dientes no lo hacen pronto—
Aprende el paladar de tu gusto—
Puedo morir
September 26, 2025 at 10:47 PM
Mi amor
Mi luz de la luna
Tú me transformas:
Uña a garra
Diente a colmillo
Un hambre apaciguable
En una hambruna implacable
Tu vestido es mi némesis
Una oposición a superar
Si mis dientes no lo hacen pronto—
Aprende el paladar de tu gusto—
Puedo morir
Mi luz de la luna
Tú me transformas:
Uña a garra
Diente a colmillo
Un hambre apaciguable
En una hambruna implacable
Tu vestido es mi némesis
Una oposición a superar
Si mis dientes no lo hacen pronto—
Aprende el paladar de tu gusto—
Puedo morir
I try and try
To pry myself away
But the golden flakes
Between the caverns
Of your eyes
Revive me
I am the darkened valley
You are the golden flood at dawn
#poetry #poems #micropoems #micropoetry
To pry myself away
But the golden flakes
Between the caverns
Of your eyes
Revive me
I am the darkened valley
You are the golden flood at dawn
#poetry #poems #micropoems #micropoetry
September 17, 2025 at 5:49 AM
I try and try
To pry myself away
But the golden flakes
Between the caverns
Of your eyes
Revive me
I am the darkened valley
You are the golden flood at dawn
#poetry #poems #micropoems #micropoetry
To pry myself away
But the golden flakes
Between the caverns
Of your eyes
Revive me
I am the darkened valley
You are the golden flood at dawn
#poetry #poems #micropoems #micropoetry
The light of her eyes
As sentient as the moon
She speaks to me too
#haiku #haikupoetry #haikupoem #poem #poetry
As sentient as the moon
She speaks to me too
#haiku #haikupoetry #haikupoem #poem #poetry
September 3, 2025 at 7:51 PM
The light of her eyes
As sentient as the moon
She speaks to me too
#haiku #haikupoetry #haikupoem #poem #poetry
As sentient as the moon
She speaks to me too
#haiku #haikupoetry #haikupoem #poem #poetry
My poor love
Crying herself into a pillow,
wading through a deep river
of viscous tears between us
She's shaking
with an otherworldly ache,
Clawing at the wall
And I, faithfully, behind her
Cheeks of her rear
Spread firmly
Between my grip
⤵️
#poetry #poems #shortpoems #poet
Crying herself into a pillow,
wading through a deep river
of viscous tears between us
She's shaking
with an otherworldly ache,
Clawing at the wall
And I, faithfully, behind her
Cheeks of her rear
Spread firmly
Between my grip
⤵️
#poetry #poems #shortpoems #poet
August 31, 2025 at 10:30 PM
My poor love
Crying herself into a pillow,
wading through a deep river
of viscous tears between us
She's shaking
with an otherworldly ache,
Clawing at the wall
And I, faithfully, behind her
Cheeks of her rear
Spread firmly
Between my grip
⤵️
#poetry #poems #shortpoems #poet
Crying herself into a pillow,
wading through a deep river
of viscous tears between us
She's shaking
with an otherworldly ache,
Clawing at the wall
And I, faithfully, behind her
Cheeks of her rear
Spread firmly
Between my grip
⤵️
#poetry #poems #shortpoems #poet
August 27, 2025 at 12:00 AM
Love, my heart softens against the palette of your name. The trembling murmur in my chest resuscitates into a full, thundering drum. You speak and I am restored.
#micropoetry #poetry #micropoem #poems
#micropoetry #poetry #micropoem #poems
August 21, 2025 at 3:26 AM
Love, my heart softens against the palette of your name. The trembling murmur in my chest resuscitates into a full, thundering drum. You speak and I am restored.
#micropoetry #poetry #micropoem #poems
#micropoetry #poetry #micropoem #poems
Sans honey and wine
Their blood tastes so much sweeter
Fertilize the land
#poetry #haiku #haikupoetry #haikupoems #poems
Their blood tastes so much sweeter
Fertilize the land
#poetry #haiku #haikupoetry #haikupoems #poems
August 20, 2025 at 1:42 AM
Sans honey and wine
Their blood tastes so much sweeter
Fertilize the land
#poetry #haiku #haikupoetry #haikupoems #poems
Their blood tastes so much sweeter
Fertilize the land
#poetry #haiku #haikupoetry #haikupoems #poems
Death becomes me
Like a soft lacquer
My body fervently
Brush stroked
By the bristles
Of 10 000 knives
Freeing me
From myself
Death becomes me
And I am renewed
For another season
So it goes
In this very way
Until the season arrives
When I become Death
#poetry #micropoetry #micropoems #poems
Like a soft lacquer
My body fervently
Brush stroked
By the bristles
Of 10 000 knives
Freeing me
From myself
Death becomes me
And I am renewed
For another season
So it goes
In this very way
Until the season arrives
When I become Death
#poetry #micropoetry #micropoems #poems
August 2, 2025 at 4:37 AM
Death becomes me
Like a soft lacquer
My body fervently
Brush stroked
By the bristles
Of 10 000 knives
Freeing me
From myself
Death becomes me
And I am renewed
For another season
So it goes
In this very way
Until the season arrives
When I become Death
#poetry #micropoetry #micropoems #poems
Like a soft lacquer
My body fervently
Brush stroked
By the bristles
Of 10 000 knives
Freeing me
From myself
Death becomes me
And I am renewed
For another season
So it goes
In this very way
Until the season arrives
When I become Death
#poetry #micropoetry #micropoems #poems
The cancer eats from within
The chemo gnaws
At my mother's body
From without
The way I use grief
To carve the body
Of this poem
To hide the immensity
Of its shadow
While a deep silence riots
Within me
My killing hands
At the ready
My joy will pay
The price
Of my failures
#poetry
The chemo gnaws
At my mother's body
From without
The way I use grief
To carve the body
Of this poem
To hide the immensity
Of its shadow
While a deep silence riots
Within me
My killing hands
At the ready
My joy will pay
The price
Of my failures
#poetry
July 28, 2025 at 2:18 AM
The cancer eats from within
The chemo gnaws
At my mother's body
From without
The way I use grief
To carve the body
Of this poem
To hide the immensity
Of its shadow
While a deep silence riots
Within me
My killing hands
At the ready
My joy will pay
The price
Of my failures
#poetry
The chemo gnaws
At my mother's body
From without
The way I use grief
To carve the body
Of this poem
To hide the immensity
Of its shadow
While a deep silence riots
Within me
My killing hands
At the ready
My joy will pay
The price
Of my failures
#poetry
Your mouth is a great conch shell—purveyor of alluring elicitations
Your lips against my ear—
I hear the sounds of galaxies draped in the shoreline of a great and endless black ocean, bioluminescent and a pale glimmer of your sight
1 of 2
Your lips against my ear—
I hear the sounds of galaxies draped in the shoreline of a great and endless black ocean, bioluminescent and a pale glimmer of your sight
1 of 2
July 27, 2025 at 12:27 AM
Your mouth is a great conch shell—purveyor of alluring elicitations
Your lips against my ear—
I hear the sounds of galaxies draped in the shoreline of a great and endless black ocean, bioluminescent and a pale glimmer of your sight
1 of 2
Your lips against my ear—
I hear the sounds of galaxies draped in the shoreline of a great and endless black ocean, bioluminescent and a pale glimmer of your sight
1 of 2
The hunting wolf—
with gritted teeth,
her fangs unsheathed
by scent of flesh
and forest leaves
Low,
fitful howls
Drunk
on lunar ecstasy
Mistaking me
for the moon
#poetry #poems
#shortpoems
#moon
with gritted teeth,
her fangs unsheathed
by scent of flesh
and forest leaves
Low,
fitful howls
Drunk
on lunar ecstasy
Mistaking me
for the moon
#poetry #poems
#shortpoems
#moon
July 22, 2025 at 4:30 AM
The hunting wolf—
with gritted teeth,
her fangs unsheathed
by scent of flesh
and forest leaves
Low,
fitful howls
Drunk
on lunar ecstasy
Mistaking me
for the moon
#poetry #poems
#shortpoems
#moon
with gritted teeth,
her fangs unsheathed
by scent of flesh
and forest leaves
Low,
fitful howls
Drunk
on lunar ecstasy
Mistaking me
for the moon
#poetry #poems
#shortpoems
#moon
We sit
Cross legged
On an arrow of time
Golden light breaches
The perpetual edge
Of distant memory
The light scatters
Into a sea of endless wanders
We move through the sky
Or maw of the abyss
I don't know
I have yet to see
the dawn
My gaze has been fixed
to your eyes this whole time
#poetry
Cross legged
On an arrow of time
Golden light breaches
The perpetual edge
Of distant memory
The light scatters
Into a sea of endless wanders
We move through the sky
Or maw of the abyss
I don't know
I have yet to see
the dawn
My gaze has been fixed
to your eyes this whole time
#poetry
July 20, 2025 at 9:34 PM
We sit
Cross legged
On an arrow of time
Golden light breaches
The perpetual edge
Of distant memory
The light scatters
Into a sea of endless wanders
We move through the sky
Or maw of the abyss
I don't know
I have yet to see
the dawn
My gaze has been fixed
to your eyes this whole time
#poetry
Cross legged
On an arrow of time
Golden light breaches
The perpetual edge
Of distant memory
The light scatters
Into a sea of endless wanders
We move through the sky
Or maw of the abyss
I don't know
I have yet to see
the dawn
My gaze has been fixed
to your eyes this whole time
#poetry
Lucid days seem so elusive
My own tongue, its speech now putrid
Spits upon my own name, it's ruthless
I try to free my voice, but I am fruitless
Fuck the void and fuck these humans
They can learn to speak in lumens
Do not let them cause surrender
Speak your voice with all its splendor
#poetry
My own tongue, its speech now putrid
Spits upon my own name, it's ruthless
I try to free my voice, but I am fruitless
Fuck the void and fuck these humans
They can learn to speak in lumens
Do not let them cause surrender
Speak your voice with all its splendor
#poetry
July 13, 2025 at 11:26 PM
Lucid days seem so elusive
My own tongue, its speech now putrid
Spits upon my own name, it's ruthless
I try to free my voice, but I am fruitless
Fuck the void and fuck these humans
They can learn to speak in lumens
Do not let them cause surrender
Speak your voice with all its splendor
#poetry
My own tongue, its speech now putrid
Spits upon my own name, it's ruthless
I try to free my voice, but I am fruitless
Fuck the void and fuck these humans
They can learn to speak in lumens
Do not let them cause surrender
Speak your voice with all its splendor
#poetry
There are no vows
sweeter than whispers
on the breeze
Your speech resembles
the wind
I'd rather die here
in a flurry of your tempest
rage
Than live silent on a cloud
flooded by golden
hills
#poetry #poems #shortpoems
sweeter than whispers
on the breeze
Your speech resembles
the wind
I'd rather die here
in a flurry of your tempest
rage
Than live silent on a cloud
flooded by golden
hills
#poetry #poems #shortpoems
July 12, 2025 at 9:25 AM
There are no vows
sweeter than whispers
on the breeze
Your speech resembles
the wind
I'd rather die here
in a flurry of your tempest
rage
Than live silent on a cloud
flooded by golden
hills
#poetry #poems #shortpoems
sweeter than whispers
on the breeze
Your speech resembles
the wind
I'd rather die here
in a flurry of your tempest
rage
Than live silent on a cloud
flooded by golden
hills
#poetry #poems #shortpoems
Trill of the songbird
hovers on the west wind;
lantanas flower at the foot
of the mountain
While—
Two Rotts make a bed in the grass
As—
The humans eat each other alive
#poetry #poems #shortpoems
hovers on the west wind;
lantanas flower at the foot
of the mountain
While—
Two Rotts make a bed in the grass
As—
The humans eat each other alive
#poetry #poems #shortpoems
July 9, 2025 at 8:27 PM
Trill of the songbird
hovers on the west wind;
lantanas flower at the foot
of the mountain
While—
Two Rotts make a bed in the grass
As—
The humans eat each other alive
#poetry #poems #shortpoems
hovers on the west wind;
lantanas flower at the foot
of the mountain
While—
Two Rotts make a bed in the grass
As—
The humans eat each other alive
#poetry #poems #shortpoems