Rhiannon Sweet
@rhiannonsweeet.bsky.social
Artist &poet.
My book (The Raven Looked Into My Soul) is now available. 🖤🐦⬛ next book:Broken Wings https://www.amazon.com/author/rhiannonsweet
My book (The Raven Looked Into My Soul) is now available. 🖤🐦⬛ next book:Broken Wings https://www.amazon.com/author/rhiannonsweet
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Happy monday 😊
February 2, 2026 at 10:13 PM
Happy monday 😊
Goodmorning☕️ 🍳
January 31, 2026 at 4:51 PM
Goodmorning☕️ 🍳
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I was born
in the snow—
sprung directly
from its icy womb,
my arteries
beating frosty
in the frozen tomb
of my body
& so, now,
I crave the warmth,
that fiery heat
of he
who was born
of the blazing sun—
to feel his hands
upon my skin
is to melt
my ice cold soul.
#FromOneLine 403
#IWasBornInTheSnow
in the snow—
sprung directly
from its icy womb,
my arteries
beating frosty
in the frozen tomb
of my body
& so, now,
I crave the warmth,
that fiery heat
of he
who was born
of the blazing sun—
to feel his hands
upon my skin
is to melt
my ice cold soul.
#FromOneLine 403
#IWasBornInTheSnow
January 26, 2026 at 10:24 PM
I was born
in the snow—
sprung directly
from its icy womb,
my arteries
beating frosty
in the frozen tomb
of my body
& so, now,
I crave the warmth,
that fiery heat
of he
who was born
of the blazing sun—
to feel his hands
upon my skin
is to melt
my ice cold soul.
#FromOneLine 403
#IWasBornInTheSnow
in the snow—
sprung directly
from its icy womb,
my arteries
beating frosty
in the frozen tomb
of my body
& so, now,
I crave the warmth,
that fiery heat
of he
who was born
of the blazing sun—
to feel his hands
upon my skin
is to melt
my ice cold soul.
#FromOneLine 403
#IWasBornInTheSnow
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Blue hearts.
Cold as stone.
Existing in time.
As the wind changes, so do we...
Cold as stone.
Existing in time.
As the wind changes, so do we...
November 10, 2025 at 9:05 PM
Blue hearts.
Cold as stone.
Existing in time.
As the wind changes, so do we...
Cold as stone.
Existing in time.
As the wind changes, so do we...
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In the waterfall's song
I heard a magical beat—
so familiar
yet I couldn't place it
and then
it came to me—
your heart & mine
singing side by side,
the silent aria
of your skin,
the rhythm of a breath
that danced one
with my own
beneath that waterfall
I heard our hearts
sing once again.
#faesense
I heard a magical beat—
so familiar
yet I couldn't place it
and then
it came to me—
your heart & mine
singing side by side,
the silent aria
of your skin,
the rhythm of a breath
that danced one
with my own
beneath that waterfall
I heard our hearts
sing once again.
#faesense
January 25, 2026 at 4:18 PM
In the waterfall's song
I heard a magical beat—
so familiar
yet I couldn't place it
and then
it came to me—
your heart & mine
singing side by side,
the silent aria
of your skin,
the rhythm of a breath
that danced one
with my own
beneath that waterfall
I heard our hearts
sing once again.
#faesense
I heard a magical beat—
so familiar
yet I couldn't place it
and then
it came to me—
your heart & mine
singing side by side,
the silent aria
of your skin,
the rhythm of a breath
that danced one
with my own
beneath that waterfall
I heard our hearts
sing once again.
#faesense
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i notice
how noticing
has edges
it cuts
the fog
a small thing
stands up
not important
just exact
and in that exactness
i feel
less blurred
how noticing
has edges
it cuts
the fog
a small thing
stands up
not important
just exact
and in that exactness
i feel
less blurred
January 26, 2026 at 7:50 PM
i notice
how noticing
has edges
it cuts
the fog
a small thing
stands up
not important
just exact
and in that exactness
i feel
less blurred
how noticing
has edges
it cuts
the fog
a small thing
stands up
not important
just exact
and in that exactness
i feel
less blurred
Breathless nights,
Against my skin.
The thought of you on my pillow.
As tears from above fall through the sky.
A smell of remembrance...
Spins my emotions like a tornado.
Wiping tears with rain of sorrow.
Want to feel numb as I
pick up the pieces after the storm.
-Rhiannon Sweet
Against my skin.
The thought of you on my pillow.
As tears from above fall through the sky.
A smell of remembrance...
Spins my emotions like a tornado.
Wiping tears with rain of sorrow.
Want to feel numb as I
pick up the pieces after the storm.
-Rhiannon Sweet
November 30, 2025 at 6:23 AM
Breathless nights,
Against my skin.
The thought of you on my pillow.
As tears from above fall through the sky.
A smell of remembrance...
Spins my emotions like a tornado.
Wiping tears with rain of sorrow.
Want to feel numb as I
pick up the pieces after the storm.
-Rhiannon Sweet
Against my skin.
The thought of you on my pillow.
As tears from above fall through the sky.
A smell of remembrance...
Spins my emotions like a tornado.
Wiping tears with rain of sorrow.
Want to feel numb as I
pick up the pieces after the storm.
-Rhiannon Sweet
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Every step I take,
Leads me into the dark.
Hoping to see the light..
As I learn about myself through experience.
Keeping everything inside as I observe the world around me.
Blinded by open doors.
Having faith with every step.
Learning to let go.
Looking within.
To see the light was within.
Leads me into the dark.
Hoping to see the light..
As I learn about myself through experience.
Keeping everything inside as I observe the world around me.
Blinded by open doors.
Having faith with every step.
Learning to let go.
Looking within.
To see the light was within.
October 29, 2025 at 5:06 PM
Every step I take,
Leads me into the dark.
Hoping to see the light..
As I learn about myself through experience.
Keeping everything inside as I observe the world around me.
Blinded by open doors.
Having faith with every step.
Learning to let go.
Looking within.
To see the light was within.
Leads me into the dark.
Hoping to see the light..
As I learn about myself through experience.
Keeping everything inside as I observe the world around me.
Blinded by open doors.
Having faith with every step.
Learning to let go.
Looking within.
To see the light was within.
Blue hearts.
Cold as stone.
Existing in time.
As the wind changes, so do we...
Cold as stone.
Existing in time.
As the wind changes, so do we...
November 10, 2025 at 9:05 PM
Blue hearts.
Cold as stone.
Existing in time.
As the wind changes, so do we...
Cold as stone.
Existing in time.
As the wind changes, so do we...
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In a hurry to grow up and travel the world
Wanting to find her place and roam
A young mindset with so much wonder
A rush to bloom
To find distinct skies not far from home
A child so curious
Yet in the rush
Childhood memories fade and in her heart she will hold her dreams
#BluSkyPoetry
Wanting to find her place and roam
A young mindset with so much wonder
A rush to bloom
To find distinct skies not far from home
A child so curious
Yet in the rush
Childhood memories fade and in her heart she will hold her dreams
#BluSkyPoetry
October 29, 2025 at 1:11 PM
In a hurry to grow up and travel the world
Wanting to find her place and roam
A young mindset with so much wonder
A rush to bloom
To find distinct skies not far from home
A child so curious
Yet in the rush
Childhood memories fade and in her heart she will hold her dreams
#BluSkyPoetry
Wanting to find her place and roam
A young mindset with so much wonder
A rush to bloom
To find distinct skies not far from home
A child so curious
Yet in the rush
Childhood memories fade and in her heart she will hold her dreams
#BluSkyPoetry
Every step I take,
Leads me into the dark.
Hoping to see the light..
As I learn about myself through experience.
Keeping everything inside as I observe the world around me.
Blinded by open doors.
Having faith with every step.
Learning to let go.
Looking within.
To see the light was within.
Leads me into the dark.
Hoping to see the light..
As I learn about myself through experience.
Keeping everything inside as I observe the world around me.
Blinded by open doors.
Having faith with every step.
Learning to let go.
Looking within.
To see the light was within.
October 29, 2025 at 5:06 PM
Every step I take,
Leads me into the dark.
Hoping to see the light..
As I learn about myself through experience.
Keeping everything inside as I observe the world around me.
Blinded by open doors.
Having faith with every step.
Learning to let go.
Looking within.
To see the light was within.
Leads me into the dark.
Hoping to see the light..
As I learn about myself through experience.
Keeping everything inside as I observe the world around me.
Blinded by open doors.
Having faith with every step.
Learning to let go.
Looking within.
To see the light was within.
Reposted by Rhiannon Sweet
October 12, 2025 at 8:09 PM
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#LiftToTheSky I’d like you to know that this wonderful community of poemsabout and The Broken Spine have been an incredible source of motivation for me in my writing journey and am ever so thankful to you. Your energy and dedication in making this space vibrant is truly appreciated. I… 1/2
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October 13, 2025 at 3:53 AM
#LiftToTheSky I’d like you to know that this wonderful community of poemsabout and The Broken Spine have been an incredible source of motivation for me in my writing journey and am ever so thankful to you. Your energy and dedication in making this space vibrant is truly appreciated. I… 1/2
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Sheets tangled, breath caught.
I lost the rhythm while the
light slipped.
Kisses exposed.
Fingers stayed.
After, the dark watched.
Lust waited.
Later, you spanked me.
I didn’t stop it.
Nothing left to hide,
guilty by morning.
#bedroomeyesprompt #poetry #writing
I lost the rhythm while the
light slipped.
Kisses exposed.
Fingers stayed.
After, the dark watched.
Lust waited.
Later, you spanked me.
I didn’t stop it.
Nothing left to hide,
guilty by morning.
#bedroomeyesprompt #poetry #writing
October 13, 2025 at 4:53 AM
Sheets tangled, breath caught.
I lost the rhythm while the
light slipped.
Kisses exposed.
Fingers stayed.
After, the dark watched.
Lust waited.
Later, you spanked me.
I didn’t stop it.
Nothing left to hide,
guilty by morning.
#bedroomeyesprompt #poetry #writing
I lost the rhythm while the
light slipped.
Kisses exposed.
Fingers stayed.
After, the dark watched.
Lust waited.
Later, you spanked me.
I didn’t stop it.
Nothing left to hide,
guilty by morning.
#bedroomeyesprompt #poetry #writing
Goodmorning ☕️
September 27, 2025 at 12:49 PM
Goodmorning ☕️
Good afternoon 😊 and happy friday! Hope you are having a great day! ☀️☕️
September 26, 2025 at 4:16 PM
Good afternoon 😊 and happy friday! Hope you are having a great day! ☀️☕️
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New painting. Still a work in progress 💙
September 19, 2025 at 2:23 PM
New painting. Still a work in progress 💙
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Good Morning!☀️✨💫💫
Happy Wednesday!! 🌞🏆🏆🌞
with some aching...
that will only heal...
in the mosque of sleep
Sanober Khan
#poetry #quotes #coffee #swoosh #photo #love
#writerscommunity #sunrise #InspirationalQuotes
📸Imre Zsolt
Happy Wednesday!! 🌞🏆🏆🌞
with some aching...
that will only heal...
in the mosque of sleep
Sanober Khan
#poetry #quotes #coffee #swoosh #photo #love
#writerscommunity #sunrise #InspirationalQuotes
📸Imre Zsolt
September 24, 2025 at 12:23 PM
Good Morning!☀️✨💫💫
Happy Wednesday!! 🌞🏆🏆🌞
with some aching...
that will only heal...
in the mosque of sleep
Sanober Khan
#poetry #quotes #coffee #swoosh #photo #love
#writerscommunity #sunrise #InspirationalQuotes
📸Imre Zsolt
Happy Wednesday!! 🌞🏆🏆🌞
with some aching...
that will only heal...
in the mosque of sleep
Sanober Khan
#poetry #quotes #coffee #swoosh #photo #love
#writerscommunity #sunrise #InspirationalQuotes
📸Imre Zsolt
Goodmorning ☕️
September 24, 2025 at 8:20 AM
Goodmorning ☕️