the brash hermit
@thebrashhermit.bsky.social
Poetry and musings, about a world that won't stop moving, from a man who had been losing; now looking to turn things around.
He/Him. East Coast. Mainly post micro poems and poems here.
Music here: https://bsky.app/profile/brendanthomasmusic.bsky.social
He/Him. East Coast. Mainly post micro poems and poems here.
Music here: https://bsky.app/profile/brendanthomasmusic.bsky.social
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Forgive me for my silence,
for I have been a witness,
and I couldn't find
the presence of mind
to speak;
I was lost inside the forest,
disconnected from my purpose,
looking for a path back to me.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
for I have been a witness,
and I couldn't find
the presence of mind
to speak;
I was lost inside the forest,
disconnected from my purpose,
looking for a path back to me.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
Depression,
doubt,
this creative drought;
a wilting garden of dreams...
bring the rain
to drive them out,
help me again to believe...
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
doubt,
this creative drought;
a wilting garden of dreams...
bring the rain
to drive them out,
help me again to believe...
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
January 21, 2026 at 3:08 PM
Depression,
doubt,
this creative drought;
a wilting garden of dreams...
bring the rain
to drive them out,
help me again to believe...
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
doubt,
this creative drought;
a wilting garden of dreams...
bring the rain
to drive them out,
help me again to believe...
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
Which drop of water
will break the dam?
I don't know...
but keep pouring it on.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
will break the dam?
I don't know...
but keep pouring it on.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
January 14, 2026 at 11:36 AM
Which drop of water
will break the dam?
I don't know...
but keep pouring it on.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
will break the dam?
I don't know...
but keep pouring it on.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
Reposted by the brash hermit
Somewhere there's a little girl hiding in an attic in Minneapolis writing in her journal about ICE.
January 9, 2026 at 3:28 PM
Somewhere there's a little girl hiding in an attic in Minneapolis writing in her journal about ICE.
January 6, 2026 at 6:30 AM
Too much slush
and not enough snow;
where, oh where
did winter go?
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #winter #snow #climatechange
and not enough snow;
where, oh where
did winter go?
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #winter #snow #climatechange
December 29, 2025 at 11:21 PM
Too much slush
and not enough snow;
where, oh where
did winter go?
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #winter #snow #climatechange
and not enough snow;
where, oh where
did winter go?
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #winter #snow #climatechange
Thoughts I do not welcome,
summon, or invite,
force themselves into view
from somewhere out of sight.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #intrusivethoughts
summon, or invite,
force themselves into view
from somewhere out of sight.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #intrusivethoughts
December 27, 2025 at 9:15 PM
Thoughts I do not welcome,
summon, or invite,
force themselves into view
from somewhere out of sight.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #intrusivethoughts
summon, or invite,
force themselves into view
from somewhere out of sight.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #intrusivethoughts
It's like I'm standing in the window
with my hand on the glass,
disconnected from the world
I watch go past,
waiting for deliverance
that never seems to come,
like a plant in the shade
searching for the sun.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #depression
with my hand on the glass,
disconnected from the world
I watch go past,
waiting for deliverance
that never seems to come,
like a plant in the shade
searching for the sun.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #depression
December 27, 2025 at 9:13 PM
It's like I'm standing in the window
with my hand on the glass,
disconnected from the world
I watch go past,
waiting for deliverance
that never seems to come,
like a plant in the shade
searching for the sun.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #depression
with my hand on the glass,
disconnected from the world
I watch go past,
waiting for deliverance
that never seems to come,
like a plant in the shade
searching for the sun.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #depression
If we discard
the gift of consciousness
we are given,
we live in submission
to superstition.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #consciousness #criticalthinking
the gift of consciousness
we are given,
we live in submission
to superstition.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #consciousness #criticalthinking
December 26, 2025 at 9:41 PM
If we discard
the gift of consciousness
we are given,
we live in submission
to superstition.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #consciousness #criticalthinking
the gift of consciousness
we are given,
we live in submission
to superstition.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #consciousness #criticalthinking
Fair-weather friends
get up and leave,
now I'm standing alone
in my hour of need.
Fair-weather friends
float in on the breeze,
and when the wind picks up
they scatter like leaves.
#micropoetry #poems #poetry #writing #friends
get up and leave,
now I'm standing alone
in my hour of need.
Fair-weather friends
float in on the breeze,
and when the wind picks up
they scatter like leaves.
#micropoetry #poems #poetry #writing #friends
November 22, 2025 at 11:27 PM
Fair-weather friends
get up and leave,
now I'm standing alone
in my hour of need.
Fair-weather friends
float in on the breeze,
and when the wind picks up
they scatter like leaves.
#micropoetry #poems #poetry #writing #friends
get up and leave,
now I'm standing alone
in my hour of need.
Fair-weather friends
float in on the breeze,
and when the wind picks up
they scatter like leaves.
#micropoetry #poems #poetry #writing #friends
a random diving poem:
Brittany had a litany of diving friends,
but they came up too quick from the depths
and caught the bends,
now they're stuck in a chamber
until the pain subsides;
now they're a bigger wreck
than the one they dived!
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #scuba #diving
Brittany had a litany of diving friends,
but they came up too quick from the depths
and caught the bends,
now they're stuck in a chamber
until the pain subsides;
now they're a bigger wreck
than the one they dived!
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #scuba #diving
September 24, 2025 at 7:55 PM
September 22, 2025 at 5:25 PM
no hope...
no goals...
the glass was half full,
now its shot full of holes;
no matter what I do
I feel I come up short,
I’ve turned self-persecution
into a professional sport.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #depression
no goals...
the glass was half full,
now its shot full of holes;
no matter what I do
I feel I come up short,
I’ve turned self-persecution
into a professional sport.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #depression
September 20, 2025 at 11:43 AM
no hope...
no goals...
the glass was half full,
now its shot full of holes;
no matter what I do
I feel I come up short,
I’ve turned self-persecution
into a professional sport.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #depression
no goals...
the glass was half full,
now its shot full of holes;
no matter what I do
I feel I come up short,
I’ve turned self-persecution
into a professional sport.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #depression
Reposted by the brash hermit
September 19, 2025 at 9:02 PM
As you stare at the paper,
it stares back at you;
‘don’t look at me!’
‘you’re the one
who’s supposed to know
what to do!'
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #writing
it stares back at you;
‘don’t look at me!’
‘you’re the one
who’s supposed to know
what to do!'
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #writing
September 19, 2025 at 10:09 AM
As you stare at the paper,
it stares back at you;
‘don’t look at me!’
‘you’re the one
who’s supposed to know
what to do!'
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #writing
it stares back at you;
‘don’t look at me!’
‘you’re the one
who’s supposed to know
what to do!'
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #writing
I never lied,
but it didn't matter
did it?
You were painting
a picture,
with someone else
in it;
and it's oh so beautiful.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #love
but it didn't matter
did it?
You were painting
a picture,
with someone else
in it;
and it's oh so beautiful.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #love
September 19, 2025 at 7:36 AM
I never lied,
but it didn't matter
did it?
You were painting
a picture,
with someone else
in it;
and it's oh so beautiful.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #love
but it didn't matter
did it?
You were painting
a picture,
with someone else
in it;
and it's oh so beautiful.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #love
The wanderer whistles
wistfully,
a solemn sound
soliloquy,
as he searches for a place
to be,
at home.
His maudlin mask
of porcelain,
is shattered on the ground
again,
his true form has been
exposed.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
wistfully,
a solemn sound
soliloquy,
as he searches for a place
to be,
at home.
His maudlin mask
of porcelain,
is shattered on the ground
again,
his true form has been
exposed.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
September 18, 2025 at 4:07 PM
The wanderer whistles
wistfully,
a solemn sound
soliloquy,
as he searches for a place
to be,
at home.
His maudlin mask
of porcelain,
is shattered on the ground
again,
his true form has been
exposed.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
wistfully,
a solemn sound
soliloquy,
as he searches for a place
to be,
at home.
His maudlin mask
of porcelain,
is shattered on the ground
again,
his true form has been
exposed.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry