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This is
A long/ short
Poem.
Life has given
Me a hodgepodge
Of different feels
Ills and revels
And testaments to
My will.
I don't know where
I
Am going.
Or what I will
Do
When I
Am
There..
But this spontaneity,
Keeps
Life
Un/fair.
#poem #micropoetry #today
#random
A long/ short
Poem.
Life has given
Me a hodgepodge
Of different feels
Ills and revels
And testaments to
My will.
I don't know where
I
Am going.
Or what I will
Do
When I
Am
There..
But this spontaneity,
Keeps
Life
Un/fair.
#poem #micropoetry #today
#random
May 7, 2025 at 1:55 PM
This is
A long/ short
Poem.
Life has given
Me a hodgepodge
Of different feels
Ills and revels
And testaments to
My will.
I don't know where
I
Am going.
Or what I will
Do
When I
Am
There..
But this spontaneity,
Keeps
Life
Un/fair.
#poem #micropoetry #today
#random
A long/ short
Poem.
Life has given
Me a hodgepodge
Of different feels
Ills and revels
And testaments to
My will.
I don't know where
I
Am going.
Or what I will
Do
When I
Am
There..
But this spontaneity,
Keeps
Life
Un/fair.
#poem #micropoetry #today
#random
I've been thinking,
In extraordinary ways.
Presently:
Halcyon days.
#poetry #micropoetry #present #poemoftheday
In extraordinary ways.
Presently:
Halcyon days.
#poetry #micropoetry #present #poemoftheday
April 29, 2025 at 11:25 AM
I've been thinking,
In extraordinary ways.
Presently:
Halcyon days.
#poetry #micropoetry #present #poemoftheday
In extraordinary ways.
Presently:
Halcyon days.
#poetry #micropoetry #present #poemoftheday
Spring promises new life.
Shadows lurk:
Growth's steep toll.
#haiku #dailyhaiku #poetry #micropoetry #spring
Shadows lurk:
Growth's steep toll.
#haiku #dailyhaiku #poetry #micropoetry #spring
April 23, 2025 at 2:06 AM
Spring promises new life.
Shadows lurk:
Growth's steep toll.
#haiku #dailyhaiku #poetry #micropoetry #spring
Shadows lurk:
Growth's steep toll.
#haiku #dailyhaiku #poetry #micropoetry #spring
Her little heart beats,
The winds of change shake her core.
She's Small but mighty.
The miniature fighter.
She never regrets the hunt.
#dailytanka #tanka #micropoetry #poem #huntress #feline
The winds of change shake her core.
She's Small but mighty.
The miniature fighter.
She never regrets the hunt.
#dailytanka #tanka #micropoetry #poem #huntress #feline
April 3, 2025 at 10:05 PM
Her little heart beats,
The winds of change shake her core.
She's Small but mighty.
The miniature fighter.
She never regrets the hunt.
#dailytanka #tanka #micropoetry #poem #huntress #feline
The winds of change shake her core.
She's Small but mighty.
The miniature fighter.
She never regrets the hunt.
#dailytanka #tanka #micropoetry #poem #huntress #feline
April 3, 2025 at 4:01 PM
Oh I say,
As the sun hits me today.
No "woe is me"
As I run from misery.
Freedom is a scary thing,
As it often carries in its wing.
Hope is at my call,
But the mask fell.
Laughs and love,
Are,
One in the,
Same.
In the absence of doubt,
What do we maintain?
#writing #poetry #hope #me #poem
As the sun hits me today.
No "woe is me"
As I run from misery.
Freedom is a scary thing,
As it often carries in its wing.
Hope is at my call,
But the mask fell.
Laughs and love,
Are,
One in the,
Same.
In the absence of doubt,
What do we maintain?
#writing #poetry #hope #me #poem
April 1, 2025 at 2:27 PM
March 31, 2025 at 4:39 PM
March 14, 2025 at 3:57 PM
Return to work:
Siren song of the underpaid.
Bills must be paid.
#quickhaiku #haiku #dailyhaiku #writing
Siren song of the underpaid.
Bills must be paid.
#quickhaiku #haiku #dailyhaiku #writing
March 13, 2025 at 4:07 PM
Return to work:
Siren song of the underpaid.
Bills must be paid.
#quickhaiku #haiku #dailyhaiku #writing
Siren song of the underpaid.
Bills must be paid.
#quickhaiku #haiku #dailyhaiku #writing
March 13, 2025 at 3:57 PM
The world is weary.
People cling to their hopes:
A finite refrain.
#world #haiku #micropoetry #dailyhaiku #peace #fear
People cling to their hopes:
A finite refrain.
#world #haiku #micropoetry #dailyhaiku #peace #fear
March 4, 2025 at 8:31 PM
The world is weary.
People cling to their hopes:
A finite refrain.
#world #haiku #micropoetry #dailyhaiku #peace #fear
People cling to their hopes:
A finite refrain.
#world #haiku #micropoetry #dailyhaiku #peace #fear
Smooth in danger:
An unpredictable calm.
Water is always.
#haiku #dailyhaiku #water #micropoetry #poetry
An unpredictable calm.
Water is always.
#haiku #dailyhaiku #water #micropoetry #poetry
March 3, 2025 at 9:12 PM
Smooth in danger:
An unpredictable calm.
Water is always.
#haiku #dailyhaiku #water #micropoetry #poetry
An unpredictable calm.
Water is always.
#haiku #dailyhaiku #water #micropoetry #poetry
Sun kissed: he contains multitudes. Shadows have covered him, and trauma paints his story. Looking forward, the futures possible all start with one step. Freedom lies within decision and a finite peace of reality. One step, the gravel creaks beneath a gravitas of now. #vss #nonfiction #vssdaily #now
March 3, 2025 at 8:11 PM
Sun kissed: he contains multitudes. Shadows have covered him, and trauma paints his story. Looking forward, the futures possible all start with one step. Freedom lies within decision and a finite peace of reality. One step, the gravel creaks beneath a gravitas of now. #vss #nonfiction #vssdaily #now
The morning started warmly. A loving call to action and renewed purpose. Firm reminders of what I'm fighting for juxtaposed with who I am becoming. Let the past die as a new sun purifies my intentions. Sweet, soothing, songs of life trickle down my tongue like vanilla. #writing #vss #me #nonfiction
March 1, 2025 at 4:23 PM
The morning started warmly. A loving call to action and renewed purpose. Firm reminders of what I'm fighting for juxtaposed with who I am becoming. Let the past die as a new sun purifies my intentions. Sweet, soothing, songs of life trickle down my tongue like vanilla. #writing #vss #me #nonfiction
The days have gotten lighter. The dark fingers of despair seems to have loosened their grasp around my throat. It is as if as each day comes, the weight of survival and guilt slips off of me like water down a duck's back. Now, I look forward to each day as if I am a child again. #journal #nonfiction
March 1, 2025 at 4:46 AM
The days have gotten lighter. The dark fingers of despair seems to have loosened their grasp around my throat. It is as if as each day comes, the weight of survival and guilt slips off of me like water down a duck's back. Now, I look forward to each day as if I am a child again. #journal #nonfiction
My wounds scab over.
What path did I choose?
The relentless pursuit of new.
#haiku #change #life #micropoetry #writing.
What path did I choose?
The relentless pursuit of new.
#haiku #change #life #micropoetry #writing.
February 22, 2025 at 7:42 PM
My wounds scab over.
What path did I choose?
The relentless pursuit of new.
#haiku #change #life #micropoetry #writing.
What path did I choose?
The relentless pursuit of new.
#haiku #change #life #micropoetry #writing.
February 18, 2025 at 5:51 PM
February 12, 2025 at 2:39 PM
She gazes at the barren land before her. A plethora of #dunes cascading in all directions. Memories of dreams deferred and lives forgotten. Sand and rock juxtaposed against the cold moonlight: time is infinite. She walks forward. Moving against the grain so she refuses to settle. #vss #vssdaily
February 11, 2025 at 5:41 PM
Hope flees from the choke.
Ethereal: I cannot hold it.
Omniscient, powerful, shy.
Who am I to set its,
Parameters?
It has feathers,
But can I add
To the bloom of
This divine presence
Both sacred and near
To all who have ever
Felt the
Smothering hand
Of life's pain?
I rest.
#poem #mini #me
Ethereal: I cannot hold it.
Omniscient, powerful, shy.
Who am I to set its,
Parameters?
It has feathers,
But can I add
To the bloom of
This divine presence
Both sacred and near
To all who have ever
Felt the
Smothering hand
Of life's pain?
I rest.
#poem #mini #me
February 11, 2025 at 4:38 PM
The sun's kiss reverberates throughout me. The brown of my skin tingles at the warming of my black heart. Cicadas hum, bees buzz: spring brings new life. In Florida, I'm just a man navigating the waters of my soul in a hostile world. Left/ right, known and unknown: I face it all. #vss #writing #me
February 10, 2025 at 3:59 PM
Days go by like pins at a bowling alley. One day, two down: strike. I lose count as the temperature changes. The sun stays longer: I feel the warm kiss on my neck like a lover's mark. Seasons change and the world gets busy. Snowbirds flock from beach to beach and stop to stop. #vss #florida #spring
February 9, 2025 at 5:28 PM