Tristan Nuvola
@tristannuvola.com
Sine capite et corde, non est vivere.
Go like the breeze, climb like the mountain intends to kill you.
embellished with mirth and armored in awesomeness
Go like the breeze, climb like the mountain intends to kill you.
embellished with mirth and armored in awesomeness
Pinned
Reposted by Tristan Nuvola
the love he held
for her
amplified e v e r y feeling
before
or
after;
a heart of reason
loving d e e p—
an unwished
unhurried journey
t r a n s c e n d e n t
their reality.
#poetry
for her
amplified e v e r y feeling
before
or
after;
a heart of reason
loving d e e p—
an unwished
unhurried journey
t r a n s c e n d e n t
their reality.
#poetry
November 18, 2025 at 12:26 AM
the love he held
for her
amplified e v e r y feeling
before
or
after;
a heart of reason
loving d e e p—
an unwished
unhurried journey
t r a n s c e n d e n t
their reality.
#poetry
for her
amplified e v e r y feeling
before
or
after;
a heart of reason
loving d e e p—
an unwished
unhurried journey
t r a n s c e n d e n t
their reality.
#poetry
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the love she held
for them
crushed e v e r y feeling
that lived before
or would ever
live after;
the heart has no reason
when it loves this d e e p—
yet she never wished to
escape
feelings that t r a n s c e n d e d
her reality.
#poetry
for them
crushed e v e r y feeling
that lived before
or would ever
live after;
the heart has no reason
when it loves this d e e p—
yet she never wished to
escape
feelings that t r a n s c e n d e d
her reality.
#poetry
November 17, 2025 at 10:18 PM
the love she held
for them
crushed e v e r y feeling
that lived before
or would ever
live after;
the heart has no reason
when it loves this d e e p—
yet she never wished to
escape
feelings that t r a n s c e n d e d
her reality.
#poetry
for them
crushed e v e r y feeling
that lived before
or would ever
live after;
the heart has no reason
when it loves this d e e p—
yet she never wished to
escape
feelings that t r a n s c e n d e d
her reality.
#poetry
November 18, 2025 at 12:00 AM
flagrant amplitude,
ample attitude—
directional findings
far-sighted sightings,
perspective wobbling.
in the distance,
reflected closeness—
reality mislaid,
words hunting meaning,
unheard.
a beep,
button glows,
nominal—
a test,
and we wonder,
in the hush:
did we pass
or merely proceed?
#poetry
ample attitude—
directional findings
far-sighted sightings,
perspective wobbling.
in the distance,
reflected closeness—
reality mislaid,
words hunting meaning,
unheard.
a beep,
button glows,
nominal—
a test,
and we wonder,
in the hush:
did we pass
or merely proceed?
#poetry
November 17, 2025 at 11:48 PM
flagrant amplitude,
ample attitude—
directional findings
far-sighted sightings,
perspective wobbling.
in the distance,
reflected closeness—
reality mislaid,
words hunting meaning,
unheard.
a beep,
button glows,
nominal—
a test,
and we wonder,
in the hush:
did we pass
or merely proceed?
#poetry
ample attitude—
directional findings
far-sighted sightings,
perspective wobbling.
in the distance,
reflected closeness—
reality mislaid,
words hunting meaning,
unheard.
a beep,
button glows,
nominal—
a test,
and we wonder,
in the hush:
did we pass
or merely proceed?
#poetry
plastered in paris,
staggering like jagger,
a man wanders—
no longer wondering,
stumbling,
feet beneath feats,
how were they standing
against all odds?
every stride a gamble,
every sway a prayer,
and with that crooked,
glee-struck smile—
it was, somehow,
undeniably
his day.
#poetry #fun #vss
staggering like jagger,
a man wanders—
no longer wondering,
stumbling,
feet beneath feats,
how were they standing
against all odds?
every stride a gamble,
every sway a prayer,
and with that crooked,
glee-struck smile—
it was, somehow,
undeniably
his day.
#poetry #fun #vss
November 13, 2025 at 3:47 PM
more than a #number—
a dream, a mind unbound.
but paths cascade,
branches snap.
as rivers go,
unable to find a shore.
rapids, rocks, ratings.
oar through all of it—
paddle,
be like a raft,
soar to the bleachers,
above rafters,
a world built
from those same
cascading
branches.
#vss365 #poetry
a dream, a mind unbound.
but paths cascade,
branches snap.
as rivers go,
unable to find a shore.
rapids, rocks, ratings.
oar through all of it—
paddle,
be like a raft,
soar to the bleachers,
above rafters,
a world built
from those same
cascading
branches.
#vss365 #poetry
November 13, 2025 at 3:37 PM
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November 13, 2025 at 3:26 PM
a metaphorical mile
quantized quotes in quettameter,
parameters and parsecs,
warping time,
warping space.
metrics measured in meter,
amplitude waves tonal and strange—
cantrometric reverberations,
an ensemble of encore,
fated in black.
#poetry
quantized quotes in quettameter,
parameters and parsecs,
warping time,
warping space.
metrics measured in meter,
amplitude waves tonal and strange—
cantrometric reverberations,
an ensemble of encore,
fated in black.
#poetry
November 12, 2025 at 6:18 PM
a metaphorical mile
quantized quotes in quettameter,
parameters and parsecs,
warping time,
warping space.
metrics measured in meter,
amplitude waves tonal and strange—
cantrometric reverberations,
an ensemble of encore,
fated in black.
#poetry
quantized quotes in quettameter,
parameters and parsecs,
warping time,
warping space.
metrics measured in meter,
amplitude waves tonal and strange—
cantrometric reverberations,
an ensemble of encore,
fated in black.
#poetry
to flounder in finding
stitched strings form rivers
shore is where we gasp
water is where we live
how do we survive understanding
though knowledge grants power
to swim against the school of thought
is to break from reason
oxygen expires
we fade into light
a corpse of creation
feeding life
#poetry
stitched strings form rivers
shore is where we gasp
water is where we live
how do we survive understanding
though knowledge grants power
to swim against the school of thought
is to break from reason
oxygen expires
we fade into light
a corpse of creation
feeding life
#poetry
November 12, 2025 at 2:27 PM
to flounder in finding
stitched strings form rivers
shore is where we gasp
water is where we live
how do we survive understanding
though knowledge grants power
to swim against the school of thought
is to break from reason
oxygen expires
we fade into light
a corpse of creation
feeding life
#poetry
stitched strings form rivers
shore is where we gasp
water is where we live
how do we survive understanding
though knowledge grants power
to swim against the school of thought
is to break from reason
oxygen expires
we fade into light
a corpse of creation
feeding life
#poetry
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November 12, 2025 at 1:51 PM
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cool, i don't care 😎
November 12, 2025 at 1:05 PM
cool, i don't care 😎
landscapes across emotional planes
in the distance—beyond #myth —mountains
can we walk far enough
or will we fall before we get there
will there be a ledge where it happens
or will our feet rise onto clouds
each step floating, as thoughts sigh into sky
heady heavy horizon splits
fly
#vss365 #poetry
in the distance—beyond #myth —mountains
can we walk far enough
or will we fall before we get there
will there be a ledge where it happens
or will our feet rise onto clouds
each step floating, as thoughts sigh into sky
heady heavy horizon splits
fly
#vss365 #poetry
November 12, 2025 at 12:44 PM
to be within—
arms open, no reaching.
they leap, release,
fall into me,
let go.
they spin—an orbit,
afterglow;
we coalesce.
energy flows:
science meets soul.
#poetry #micropoem
arms open, no reaching.
they leap, release,
fall into me,
let go.
they spin—an orbit,
afterglow;
we coalesce.
energy flows:
science meets soul.
#poetry #micropoem
November 12, 2025 at 10:57 AM
to be within—
arms open, no reaching.
they leap, release,
fall into me,
let go.
they spin—an orbit,
afterglow;
we coalesce.
energy flows:
science meets soul.
#poetry #micropoem
arms open, no reaching.
they leap, release,
fall into me,
let go.
they spin—an orbit,
afterglow;
we coalesce.
energy flows:
science meets soul.
#poetry #micropoem
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I have been having symbolic dreams lately.
This is one I had 2 nights ago.
#dream #dreaminterpretation #symbolism #symbolicdream #poetry -ish
#itspoetryifIsayitis
This is one I had 2 nights ago.
#dream #dreaminterpretation #symbolism #symbolicdream #poetry -ish
#itspoetryifIsayitis
November 11, 2025 at 7:09 PM
I have been having symbolic dreams lately.
This is one I had 2 nights ago.
#dream #dreaminterpretation #symbolism #symbolicdream #poetry -ish
#itspoetryifIsayitis
This is one I had 2 nights ago.
#dream #dreaminterpretation #symbolism #symbolicdream #poetry -ish
#itspoetryifIsayitis
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Undercarriages & baggage claims
full of the same scarlet desires —
to feel the sense of being dragged.
Golden hours & the bitter puddles
of fine rye spilled from the tea
cups of fraternal twins,
trussed together & softly stitched
like some Build-a-Bear tossed
to the gulls guarding graves
full of the same scarlet desires —
to feel the sense of being dragged.
Golden hours & the bitter puddles
of fine rye spilled from the tea
cups of fraternal twins,
trussed together & softly stitched
like some Build-a-Bear tossed
to the gulls guarding graves
November 11, 2025 at 12:11 PM
Undercarriages & baggage claims
full of the same scarlet desires —
to feel the sense of being dragged.
Golden hours & the bitter puddles
of fine rye spilled from the tea
cups of fraternal twins,
trussed together & softly stitched
like some Build-a-Bear tossed
to the gulls guarding graves
full of the same scarlet desires —
to feel the sense of being dragged.
Golden hours & the bitter puddles
of fine rye spilled from the tea
cups of fraternal twins,
trussed together & softly stitched
like some Build-a-Bear tossed
to the gulls guarding graves
air
fundamental—oxygen;
wind thinned to breeze,
dissolving into tenderness.
it rises on the inhale,
settles in the chest;
chemistry sets pace,
and the heart, unmoored,
wanders beyond body—
already in flight.
#poetry
fundamental—oxygen;
wind thinned to breeze,
dissolving into tenderness.
it rises on the inhale,
settles in the chest;
chemistry sets pace,
and the heart, unmoored,
wanders beyond body—
already in flight.
#poetry
November 11, 2025 at 9:04 AM
air
fundamental—oxygen;
wind thinned to breeze,
dissolving into tenderness.
it rises on the inhale,
settles in the chest;
chemistry sets pace,
and the heart, unmoored,
wanders beyond body—
already in flight.
#poetry
fundamental—oxygen;
wind thinned to breeze,
dissolving into tenderness.
it rises on the inhale,
settles in the chest;
chemistry sets pace,
and the heart, unmoored,
wanders beyond body—
already in flight.
#poetry
November 11, 2025 at 8:47 AM
how much
asks an immeasurable object,
quotient and query.
indivisible went the line,
running in metronome.
gravity wells, all too well,
knowing the pull clocks time.
punchmarks pressed in palm,
out walks the ticket—
undemanding.
#poetry
asks an immeasurable object,
quotient and query.
indivisible went the line,
running in metronome.
gravity wells, all too well,
knowing the pull clocks time.
punchmarks pressed in palm,
out walks the ticket—
undemanding.
#poetry
November 10, 2025 at 10:37 PM
how much
asks an immeasurable object,
quotient and query.
indivisible went the line,
running in metronome.
gravity wells, all too well,
knowing the pull clocks time.
punchmarks pressed in palm,
out walks the ticket—
undemanding.
#poetry
asks an immeasurable object,
quotient and query.
indivisible went the line,
running in metronome.
gravity wells, all too well,
knowing the pull clocks time.
punchmarks pressed in palm,
out walks the ticket—
undemanding.
#poetry
of the heart:
when did you feel it last—
so close, yet often missed?
then you arrive and discover
how deeply it moves you.
were you to be taken by every beat,
wouldn’t you be lost—
undulating on waves of survival?
the edge tremulous,
and how we avoid acknowledgement.
#poetry #philosophy
when did you feel it last—
so close, yet often missed?
then you arrive and discover
how deeply it moves you.
were you to be taken by every beat,
wouldn’t you be lost—
undulating on waves of survival?
the edge tremulous,
and how we avoid acknowledgement.
#poetry #philosophy
November 6, 2025 at 1:51 PM
of the heart:
when did you feel it last—
so close, yet often missed?
then you arrive and discover
how deeply it moves you.
were you to be taken by every beat,
wouldn’t you be lost—
undulating on waves of survival?
the edge tremulous,
and how we avoid acknowledgement.
#poetry #philosophy
when did you feel it last—
so close, yet often missed?
then you arrive and discover
how deeply it moves you.
were you to be taken by every beat,
wouldn’t you be lost—
undulating on waves of survival?
the edge tremulous,
and how we avoid acknowledgement.
#poetry #philosophy
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Reposted by Tristan Nuvola
shade of night
the earth sighing beneath me
chosen shadows imprinted
by spirits and broad cadence
signaling the presence
of blanketed bodies
lacking the state of sleep
#micropoetry #poet #poetry
#blackandwhitephotography 🖤🤍
the earth sighing beneath me
chosen shadows imprinted
by spirits and broad cadence
signaling the presence
of blanketed bodies
lacking the state of sleep
#micropoetry #poet #poetry
#blackandwhitephotography 🖤🤍
November 6, 2025 at 12:42 PM
shade of night
the earth sighing beneath me
chosen shadows imprinted
by spirits and broad cadence
signaling the presence
of blanketed bodies
lacking the state of sleep
#micropoetry #poet #poetry
#blackandwhitephotography 🖤🤍
the earth sighing beneath me
chosen shadows imprinted
by spirits and broad cadence
signaling the presence
of blanketed bodies
lacking the state of sleep
#micropoetry #poet #poetry
#blackandwhitephotography 🖤🤍
Reposted by Tristan Nuvola
November 6, 2025 at 11:02 AM